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Chapter 300

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Shang Ziyang replied, "Ok … Ok …"

With a swoosh, the pen brushed past his hair. He didn't even dare to use too much force when he opened his mouth to speak.

Even if his face wasn't as good looking as the Third Eldest Son's, it was still considered handsome. He didn't want his face to be disfigured!

Mochen glanced at it and picked up another pen.

Shang Ziyang had just opened his eyes and was so shocked that he shivered. "My eye disease has really recovered!"

Mochen's expression was cold. "Are you sure?"

Shang Ziyang replied, "Absolutely sure."

Mochen's eyes were cold. "Won't it relapse?"

Shang Ziyang replied, "No, definitely not!"

He raised his hand and swore that he couldn't be more sincere.

Mochen glanced at him coldly and threw the pen in his hand. "Have you fired those people that Jiang Zheng wanted to take away?"

Shang Ziyang heaved a sigh of relief. His muscles were sore and he laughed bitterly. "Yes, but there was still that little girl who played the role of Little Princess. If she's gone, what about 'Emperor'?"

Actually, he wished that this was the case. Could he and the Third Eldest Son get Little Pomelo to act in the role?

However, he had done enough acting!

Mochen glanced at Shang Ziyang's pitiful look. "Give up on that idea."

Shang Ziyang was speechless.

Was it obvious?

Was it obvious?

Wasn't he hiding it well?

Mochen lowered his head and looked at his laptop. His long fingers were tapping on the keyboard.

Shang Ziyang listened to the tapping sounds and asked softly, "What about 'Emperor'?"

Mochen's voice was cold. "Find another suitable actor."

Shang Ziyang said very softly, "But the filming schedule is already very late. If we delay any further, we won't be able to wait."

Mochen said, "Film something else first. Set aside Little Princess's scenes for reshoots. You've been doing this for so many years. Do you need me to teach you this?"

He raised his head and looked at Shang Ziyang.

Shang Ziyang had the last shred of hope in his heart. He struggled on his deathbed. "We've always been a product with a conscience. We can't be like others, right? The Little Empress Concubine is already halfway through filming. If we replace her, we'll have to start all over again. We can't delay any longer. "

Mochen stared at Shang Ziyang with a cold glint in his eyes. "Then what do you think we should do?"

Shang Ziyang said, "Xiao You …"

When he saw the expression on the Third Eldest Son's face, he swallowed his last word.

The Third Eldest Son was a tyrant. Perhaps Little Pomelo liked him a lot!

What right did he have to deprive Little Pomelo of his right to choose?

Mochen's eyes were cold and ruthless. "You find them. If they affect the screening time, I will find you."

Shang Ziyang was speechless.

Tyrant! Tyrant!

Mochen lowered his head. His voice was bone-chilling. "Get out."

Shang Ziyang wanted to slam the door, but he didn't dare to.

After stepping out of the door, he thought about it and made up his mind. Since he was going to Africa, the South Pole, and the North Pole sooner or later, it was inevitable. He might as well go all out and deceive Little Pomelo.

A few days ago, he had just deceived Little Pomelo's WeChat.

He returned to his office and took out his phone. After pondering for a long time, he sent a cute emoji and a voice message. "Little Pomelo, I'm Uncle Shang Ziyang. Do you still remember me?"

Little Pomelo replied, "I remember."

Shang Ziyang replied, "Your Mommy owes your Uncle Mo 300 million. Do you know that?"

Little Pomelo received the message. After thinking for a long time, he replied, "Daddy and Mommy are a family. Isn't Daddy's money Mommy's money?"

Shang Ziyang was speechless.

F * ck, this was a shocking inside story. Little Pomelo had already called the Third Eldest Son 'Daddy'. When did this happen?

No wonder the Third Eldest Son didn't ask them to go to Ruyuan for training anymore. If it wasn't at the club, it would be at a different place in the middle of the night!

Shang Ziyang pondered for a long time. "They haven't officially married yet, right? So your Daddy's money doesn't belong to your Mommy. "

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