Chapter 1167
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He couldn't just sit back and enjoy the fruits of Mochen's victory.
Mochen's voice was cold. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for my son. Mr. President, you don't have to feel bad."
He Lianxiao was speechless.
Of course he knew!
Back then, he was the matchmaker between Mochen and Rong Yan. That was why Mochen hid away from the President Residence and the Rong Family. He hid as far away as he could from the plague.
But the little guy was also his grandson!
Moreover, Boss Qiao …
No matter what, he still had some personal grudges with Boss Qiao.
He said softly, "Xiasang and I will visit M Country in a few days. Let Mohan and Lin Li stay at the President Residence. Will this be enough?"
Mochen was silent for a moment. "Okay."
He knew something too.
There was a feud between Boss Qiao and the President.
Back then, Boss Qiao had left the Empire and acknowledged the arms dealer, Duan Hong, as his godfather. He had relied on his own means to successfully rise to power.
Once Duan Hong died, he would be the leader.
He said softly, "I'll give Weiwei a call."
He Lianxiao thought of the Weibo incident. "You have to take responsibility for flirting with my daughter. I don't want to hear any excuses."
Mochen was speechless.
He Lianxiao hung up the phone.
Mochen called Weiwei. "Good morning, Baby."
Weiwei's voice was gentle. "Good morning."
Mochen asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Weiwei said softly, "It wasn't good. I felt like I was missing something."
Mochen understood what she meant. "I'll try my best."
Weiwei asked, "What about you? Did you sleep well?"
Mochen said softly, "Not good. I missed you. I missed the Oranges. I missed the Little Pomelo and the Little Longan."
Weiwei's heart softened. "You followed me!"
Mochen replied, "Yeah."
Weiwei thought of the netizens' words and said softly, "Someone asked you to propose to me."
Mochen replied, "Yes."
Weiwei, "…"
Only know how to say "En"?
Wouldn't he say anything else?
Or was he turning her down?
Then why did they still pay attention to him?
She hung up the phone, feeling depressed.
Mochen listened to the busy tone and frowned. He glanced at the call that had been disconnected and dialed the number again.
Weiwei didn't pick it up.
Mochen dialed again.
Weiwei answered, "Mr. Mo, what's the matter?"
Mochen's eyes were deep and his voice was gentle. "Wait for me to come back, okay?"
Weiwei said, "You said it."
Mochen said, "I did."
If he could come back safely this time, he wanted to try chemotherapy.
…
The next day, Ji You received the red happiness egg. He opened it and looked at it. There were two of them. He tasted them and found that they tasted good.
He heard from Ji Zuo that the Young Master used tea leaves that cost tens of thousands of yuan per catty to make them.
Ji Zuo, Zeng Wang and Nie Rong all got them. Mo Nan kept his and Mo Qi got one too.
Fu Ziyu, Shang Ziyang and He Nian also received them.
They had already received news that the Third Eldest Son had made them himself.
The three of them found it unbelievable. Was this the power of love?
Ever since he met the princess, the Third Eldest Son had changed. He was becoming more and more unrecognizable. Now he knew how to make red happiness eggs!
Tang Si received it and sent a picture to Weiwei. "I heard from my bespectacled husband that your husband made them himself. They cost a lot of money and they're so delicious!"
Weiwei saw that there were also people on Weibo who had received red happiness eggs. She didn't know who had sent them, but they were super delicious and the red silk bag was very luxurious. They were from the famous Red District in Nangang City.
And the people who posted them realized that they were all hardcore fans of the princess and Mo Shao.
Hence, they couldn't help but let their imagination run wild.
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