Chapter 142
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Ji Zuo was at a loss for words.
Ji You, you otaku. Shouldn't you be the one who needs to exercise?
Ji You tapped his temples with his long fingers. "Remember to use your brain more in the future."
Ji Zuo was at a loss for words.
Ji You was at a loss for words. "I'm only reminding you because you're my biological younger brother, hm?"
Ji Zuo was at a loss for words.
He crawled over there and did push-ups, not wanting to talk to Ji Zuo anymore.
Ji You chuckled. "Is there still a deduction for this year's salary?"
Ji Zuo finally felt proud. "This morning, Young Master asked me to collect this month's salary and bonus."
"Oh ~?" Ji You looked at Ji Zuo. "Tell me about it."
Ji Zuo recounted what had happened in the morning.
Ji You rubbed his chin with his long fingers and looked at Ji Zuo. "Young Master asked you to buy something for Miss Wei Wei. Remember to only buy the expensive ones and not the right ones. I believe she won't have to borrow money from me in the future."
Ji Zuo was at a loss for words.
Why did he have to mention something so embarrassing?
He looked at Ji You. "Doesn't Young Master like Miss Wei?"
Ji You was drinking water and choked on it. Ji Zuo found out about it! He was smarter than before!
Ji Zuo's face darkened. He didn't want to talk to Ji You anymore. If he said another word, it would make him look stupid!
In that case, Young Master didn't like Miss Wei!
…
At night, Little Pomelo and the little fellow sat at the dining table and ate dumplings happily.
The little fellow looked at Wei Wei. "Little Auntie, the dumplings you made are beautiful and delicious."
Wei Wei smiled. "Is that so?"
The little fellow nodded. "Mm, I've never eaten such delicious dumplings before, and I've never seen such beautiful ones either."
There were green, yellow, red, purple, and white ones. They were especially beautiful when they were poured with gravy!
He was a little reluctant to eat it.
Mochen sat there and glanced coldly at Wei Wei.
His lunch seemed to be very monotonous. There was only white food, but the treatment at night was different!
Wei Wei naturally felt a certain someone's gaze, but she sat there and pretended not to notice anything.
The little boy looked at Xiang Mochen. "Daddy, don't you think so?"
Little Pomelo also looked at him with big eyes. "Uncle Mo, isn't that right?"
Mochen picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and looked at it for a long time before sending it to his lips and biting it lightly. "Hmm, it looks good and tastes good."
The little guy heaved a sigh of relief. 'At least you know what to do. Little Chen, this is as far as I can help you.'
Mochen looked at Wei Wei, his eyes as dark as ink. "Make more in the future."
Wei Wei had no choice but to look at him. "Okay, Mo Shao."
Mochen glanced coldly at Wei Wei. The difference in treatment was so obvious. Didn't she have any idea?
She called him Mo, called little troublemaker Little Shuai, called him Little Cutie, and even pinched his face to tease him!
Dinner was much more attentive than lunch!
Wei Wei forced a smile. "As long as Mo Shao likes it."
The little guy said blissfully, "Little Auntie, do you want to eat your cooking every day?"
Wei Wei looked at the little guy. "Okay."
The little guy stuck out his pinky. "You have to keep your word, okay? Pinky swear."
Wei Wei was speechless.
Why did she feel like she had fallen into a trap?
Looking at the little guy's adorable look, she thought about how he had helped her take many hits in the game in the afternoon and even sacrificed himself. She reached out and hooked her finger with the little guy. "Good boy, Little Auntie will cook delicious food for you every day."
The little guy rubbed his belly and burped happily. It was good to have a woman at home. He hadn't realized it before!
Mochen glanced at the little guy, his eyes cold.
The little guy pursed his lips. "…"
What was wrong with Little Chen again?
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