Chapter 111
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Mochen was speechless.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked down at Little Pomelo, his eyes deep and dark.
Little Pomelo looked at Mochen with her big clear eyes. "I'll believe you as long as you say it."
Mochen asked in a low voice, "Is she easy to bully?"
Little Pomelo puffed her cheeks. Was that an answer?
She thought about it for a long time.
After a long time, she asked, "Then why did she come to be your maid?"
Mochen said softly, "You'll have to ask her. I'm not too sure either."
Little Pomelo replied with an "Oh" and looked in the direction of the kitchen. Was Uncle Mo really not sure?
The black-bellied Uncle Mo never answered her questions directly!
She suddenly leaned close to Mochen and said in a very low voice, "Uncle Mo, I saw you last night."
Mo Chen sat there and spoke with a calm expression. "Huh ~?"
Little Pomelo pouted, as if she couldn't tell anything.
Mochen looked at her for a long time and asked softly, "Did you dream of Uncle Mo?"
Little Pomelo nodded, feeling much more at ease.
It didn't seem like Uncle Mo was lying!
So, it was really a dream?
Mochen carried her and placed her beside him. "You miss Uncle Mo so much?"
Little Pomelo replied with an "Mm" and looked at Mochen again. She said without answering his question, "Uncle Mo, Mommy is the most important person to me. No one can bully my Mommy, not even Uncle Mo."
Mochen's gaze deepened. "…"
He bullied her? He really didn't think so!
Last night, he seemed to be the one who was slapped!
Thinking of that scene again, his eyes darkened a little.
Little Pomelo naturally didn't see it. She turned around and noticed that Uncle Mo's grandfather and grandmother were staring at her like a little monster.
Old Master Mo finally couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and said in a low voice, "Ah Chen, let's go to the study to talk!"
The old lady felt as if a huge stone hanging in her heart had finally been lifted to the ground.
So, her grandson was actually bisexual and not simply gay?
If that was the case, it would be much easier to salvage the situation!
Mochen raised his hand and gently rubbed Little Pomelo's head. He pursed his lips and did not say anything. He glanced at the old man, stood up, and followed him to the study on the second floor.
After entering the study, the old man sat there and looked at Xiang Mochen. He asked solemnly, "What's going on between you and that little maid?"
Mochen smiled and said in a cold voice, "Grandpa said she's a maid. What else could it be?"
The old man's expression darkened. "Are you very familiar with that little girl?"
Mochen said, "I can't?"
Grandpa Sheng was annoyed. "What did she mean when she said she saw you in the middle of the night?"
Mochen lit a cigarette and took a puff. His eyes darkened. "The little girl likes me. Can't she dream of me?"
Grandpa Sheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. "I don't care how messy your private life is, but you better remember this clearly. Your future wife can only be Rong Mo, understand?"
Mochen snorted. "I've never admitted it."
The old man said, "Are you trying to anger me to death?"
Mochen said lightly, "General Mo, it seems like it's already past the time for arranged marriages."
The old man's face was livid. "Fine, do you like to go against me? In any case, let me tell you, other than Rong lass, no other woman can enter the Mo Family's door. As for that little maid in your kitchen, she gave birth at the age of nineteen. Don't even think about it. Just give up. "
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