Chapter 143
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Mochen finished his meal and threw away his chopsticks. He looked at Wei Wei. "Clean up the kitchen before 7.30 pm and bring them upstairs to play."
Wei Wei replied, "Yes, Mo Shao."
After Wei Wei cleaned up the kitchen, she brought the little kid and Little Pomelo upstairs.
Mochen glanced at their backs and picked up his cell phone to call Ji You. "You can come over now."
Ji You called He Nian, Shang Ziyang and Mohan.
"Mm," Mohan replied and hung up the phone.
After standing at the door for half an hour, he had almost finished reading the novel!
He kept the book and looked at the two cars that had been parked at the door for a longer period of time.
Shang Ziyang and He Nian had already alighted from the car and were walking towards the door.
Mohan pressed the doorbell.
Shang Ziyang patted Mohan's shoulder lightly. "What's the situation inside?"
Mohan stood some distance away. "I don't know, you can ask my brother when you go in later."
Shang Ziyang was speechless. "…"
He dared to ask?
Was he courting death?
But Second Young Master Mo was really good-tempered. His own brother had been standing at the door for half an hour without any dissatisfaction!
He took a glance at He Nian and didn't seem to be angry at all.
Alright, he didn't have any temper!
They entered the door and within a few minutes, Ji You came over.
The group of people gathered in the living room for training.
Shang Ziyang was dying of curiosity but he didn't dare to ask Ji You, Mohan and He Nian since they didn't say anything.
After all, the scene of He Nian being a live target was still fresh in his mind. There was also Ji You's cold warning voice. He didn't want to experience the cool feeling in Ji You's mouth!
The four of them were in a lovey-dovey relationship until Little Pomelo came downstairs. The living room instantly quietened down and there was no sound of breathing!
Shang Ziyang was speechless.
If he wasn't mistaken, wasn't this the girl named Little Pomelo?
He had seen the photo and remembered her at one glance!
He didn't expect that the real person was even cuter and prettier than the photos. She was like a Barbie doll. She was so cute that she could pierce through the heart of an old man like him!
After a long time, he looked at Xiang Mochen.
Why is this girl living with the Third Eldest Son?
Mochen's dark eyes fell on Shang Ziyang. "Second brother, let's go together later …"
Calling him "Second Brother" was already scary enough. When he heard the word "together", he had a premonition that it would be even scarier!
Shang Ziyang quickly said, "No need!"
He quickly looked away.
Little Pomelo hadn't expected there to be so many people. She looked around with her big beautiful eyes and said in a sweet voice, "Uncle Mo, is it not convenient for you now?"
Mochen looked at it. "What is it?"
Little Pomelo said softly, "Then when you are free, I want to talk to you."
While Mommy was doing her makeup, Mo Jin went to take a shower. She wanted to talk to Uncle Mo about him and Mommy, but she hadn't expected there to be so many people downstairs!
Mochen glanced at the time. It was almost time for Wei Wei's live broadcast. He glanced coldly at Ji You and the rest. "That's all for today."
Ji You said, "Alright, Young Master."
He stood up and was the first to leave.
He Nian also took the initiative and left.
Shang Ziyang looked at Little Pomelo and felt an itch in his heart. He had found a new girl to play the role of the Little Empress in 'The Kingdom' and she had already auditioned.
If he hadn't met Little Pomelo, he might have been quite satisfied. But now that there was someone more suitable, everyone else could only make up for it!
He had read this script many times. One look and he felt that Little Pomelo was very suitable for the role. Her looks, aura, and the stubbornness in her eyes.
Now that he had met her in person, this feeling was even stronger than before!
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