Chapter 299
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Shang Ziyang replied, "There's no such thing. Definitely not."
He glanced at Wan Kun again and couldn't help but ask, "Do you really like Wei Wei that much?"
Wan Kun snorted lightly, looking as if he didn't understand. "Of course, there aren't many girls as simple as her nowadays. She likes music and loves it. Moreover, she is so talented. I haven't seen such a good seedling in years. I will definitely groom her well. Let me tell you, if you don't want to groom her well, I will fork out money to help her …"
Shang Ziyang hurriedly interrupted the old man. "How is that possible?! She will be an important actress for the Mo Corporation in the future. "
Wan Kun glanced at Shang Ziyang. "Really?"
Shang Ziyang replied, "Of course."
Wan Kun was relieved. "Then why aren't you getting her back?!"
Shang Ziyang scolded those self-proclaimed artists for being crazy and quickly left.
When he reached the top floor, he didn't dare to knock on the door.
It was obvious that the Third Eldest Son had done it on purpose. He might even be cultivating with Miss Wei Wei in the office now. How would he dare to disturb him?
Half an hour later, the door opened.
Seeing Miss Wei Wei coming out, he heaved a sigh of relief. "Teacher Wan Kun has been waiting for you for a long time."
Wei Wei replied, "Sorry, I overslept."
Shang Ziyang lifted his head and took a few glances, especially at her lips and neck.
Was it really just a simple afternoon nap?
He didn't believe it!
She had even changed her clothes and was dressed in black. He wasn't used to it!
Mochen glanced at Shang Ziyang coldly. "Have you seen enough?"
Shang Ziyang hurriedly retracted his gaze.
Mochen stood up and walked to the door of the office. He pulled Wei Wei over and looked at her open collar. Raising his hand, he pinched the second button on Wei Wei's shirt with his long fingers. He lowered his eyes to look at Wei Wei and fastened it. Then he went for the last button.
Wei Wei, "…"
She lowered her head and glanced at a certain animal Weiwei's curved fingers. It was too beautiful!
This was a pair of hands that could play the piano!
Mochen fastened the last button and looked at Shang Ziyang. "Since you're so free, think about what you're going to cook for dinner. If you can't cook well, you can forget about your salary."
Shang Ziyang was speechless.
His life was bitter!
He was the Second Brother, but the Third Eldest Son had never shown him any respect.
Among the four brothers, only the eldest brother maintained his dignity in front of the Third Eldest Son.
Should he consider jumping ship to his big brother's side?
Thinking about it, Big Brother was also a pervert. Forget it. The Third Eldest Son was here. Even if he couldn't compare to Ji You, he was still a trusted aide.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard a shout, "Stop!"
Mochen looked at Shang Ziyang's back view and said in a low voice, "You, come in."
Shang Ziyang entered the door and stood there, feeling very anxious.
He seemed to have looked at something that Miss Wei Wei shouldn't have looked at just now. The Third Eldest Son wouldn't do anything to him, right?
And what happened in the afternoon. Jiang Zheng's troublemaker daughter had actually said that the Third Eldest Son was the Hulk. When he thought about those words, he wished he could choose to have selective amnesia!
Mochen glanced at Shang Ziyang.
Shang Ziyang said, "I really … really didn't look at anything just now …"
Mochen's eyes darkened. "Stand there."
Shang Ziyang stood there and didn't dare to move.
Mochen lowered his gaze and picked up the pen on his desk. He took off the cap and looked at Shang Ziyang. "Stand properly and don't move. There's a mosquito on your face."
Before Shang Ziyang could react, he saw the pen in the Third Eldest Son's hand flying towards his nose. He closed his eyes in fear.
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