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Chapter 1165

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Now that he thought about it, he had even spent 100 million to buy Weiwei to sleep with Ah Chen. What else could be more exaggerated than that?

In the end, he realized that he had been cheated by his own grandson!

Old Master finished scrolling through the comments with a straight face and left a message. He kept his cell phone and said, "Alright, don't stand there. It's winter, aren't you cold?"

Ji Zuo was speechless.

Old Master was becoming more and more sociable these days!

The few of them returned to Ru Garden. Ji Zuo made a call and Zhuge Qing and Xu Yan scrambled out of the laboratory to check on Mochen's body.

It wasn't as good as they had imagined, but it wasn't that bad either!

The two of them were instantly in a bad mood.

Zhuge Qing was prepared to record Mochen's recent physical condition.

Mochen looked at Ji Zuo.

Ji Zuo's gaze landed on Old Master and Old Madam. "Old Master, Old Madam, you must be tired after an hour-long flight. I'll bring you upstairs to rest. "

Old Master and Old Madam looked at each other. It was obvious that they were chasing them away.

To be honest, they didn't want to hear it either. They were old and their mental fortitude was weak. What if they heard something bad and passed out?

They followed Ji Zuo and went upstairs.

Zhuge Qing said, "Young Master."

Mochen looked at Zhuge Qing. He mentioned that during Weiwei's surgery, his vision suddenly turned red and he almost lost his hearing.

Zhuge Qing recorded it down.

Xu Yan was in a bad mood.

If Young Master really lost his sight and hearing, he would become a vegetable very soon!

As for him and Zhuge Qing, they always felt that they were about to find the key but always failed at the most important part.

Mochen said, "Mm, that's it. You guys can go back to work."

Zhuge Qing and Xu Yan were speechless.

Compared to them, Young Master was a little too calm, wasn't he?

The two of them went upstairs to compare the data.

Mochen switched on his cell phone and looked at the recipe for the red happiness egg that he had kept in his collection. He called Zeng Wang. "Send a few boxes of Zishan eggs over."

When Zeng Wang received the call, he was excited. "Young Master, you're finally back."

Mochen glanced at the time. "Also, plant red paint and a thousand eggs. Send them over in an hour."

Zeng Wang was speechless.

What did the Young Master want so many wild mountain eggs for?

Before he had the chance to ask, the call was terminated!

The Young Master really didn't love him enough!

During this period of time, he had been thinking about the Young Master.

An hour later, the eggs were delivered.

Zeng Wang said, "Young Master, here is what you wanted."

He took a look and saw that the Young Master's complexion was not bad. He looked a little fatter than a few months ago.

As expected, the Pavilion Lord Manor was better at nurturing people!

Every day, he asked the chef to rack his brains to make a nutritious meal for the Young Master, but it was useless. The more he fed the Young Master, the thinner he became.

Things were different in the Presidential Palace. The Young Master's body looked much better.

Most of these were psychological reasons, right?

Where's love?

He stood at the side and asked softly, "Young Master, what do you want so many wild mountain eggs for?"

Mochen said softly, "To make red happiness eggs."

Make red happiness eggs?

The Young Master wanted to do it himself?

Zeng Wang stood there in a daze for a few seconds.

A thousand eggs!

He looked at Xiang Mochen. "Young Master, do you need help?"

Mochen's voice was cold. "Get lost."

Zeng Wang said, "Where's love?"

Mochen glanced at Zeng Wang. "You?"

Zeng Wang's heart broke into pieces. "It's said that to conquer a man, you have to conquer his stomach first. Young Master …"

Mochen's face darkened. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Zeng Wang really got lost.

The Young Master wanted to make a thousand red happiness eggs. Did he have a share?

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