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Chapter 461

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She was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted.

Do him? Was she crazy?!

Surely he wasn't asking her to take a day off to do that, right? D * mn it, that beast!

Mochen said, "I'll get Shang Ziyang to make arrangements to pick you up on Friday night."

Wei Wei's face was burning hot. "I'm going to the live broadcast on Friday."

Mochen said, "I'll pick you up at the live broadcast."

Wei Wei was speechless.

A certain beast didn't want to do that for a day, but for a day and a night?

She said with difficulty after a long while, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

Mochen asked in a sexy voice, "Really?"

Wei Wei said, "Yes!"

Mochen leaned back on the sofa and said in a lazy voice, "Say it again."

Wei Wei was speechless.

Mochen's voice was mesmerizing. "Little Pomelo and Little Longan are going too."

Wei Wei was speechless.

What a trick!

Mochen asked in a low voice, "Have you had dinner?"

Wei Wei said, "Yes."

Mochen felt the stares from all around and glanced around. "Yeah, that's it. Call me before you sleep tonight."

Wei Wei said, "What if I don't call?"

Mochen's eyes were dark. "What do you think?"

Wei Wei said, "Why don't you call me?"

Mochen said, "Yeah, I'll call you."

With that said, he hung up the phone. Just as he looked at his watch, the doorbell rang. He picked up the remote control and opened the door.

Zeng Wang brought two people with him and brought dinner in. He went to the dining room to decorate.

Old Madam glanced at Mochen. "Will it kill you to call a nanny?"

Mochen said in a low voice, "It's not convenient."

Old Madam was speechless.

What was so inconvenient about it!

What kind of weird illness was this?!

She thought about how she had to bathe Little Meaty for the past few days and how her whole body was aching. She sighed heavily. "Why don't you ask Auntie Li to come over?"

Mo Chen did not say a word.

Grandpa Sheng glanced at Mochen. "Ask Auntie Li to come back during the day to cook and clean up. She can stay at the old mansion at night. Don't worry about her."

Mochen thought for a moment. "Okay."

An hour later, after dinner, the old master's butler brought Auntie Li and an old photo over.

The old man glanced at it and handed it to Mochen.

Even though he didn't know what it meant, he could vaguely sense that the situation was grave.

Mochen took it and glanced at it.

Qin Man recalled the first time she saw Wei Wei's photo. She found it familiar. Was it because she looked like Helian Jing?

She moved closer and took a look at the photo. The facial features were really similar!

However, it was not to the extent that Little Pomelo looked like Wei Wei, and the little fellow looked like Ah Chen. No wonder she felt a little familiar at that time, but she couldn't remember.

The old lady took a closer look and widened her eyes. "What did you see?"

Qin Man did not say anything.

The old master took the photo and looked at it carefully for a while. He frowned and handed it to the old lady.

The old lady stared at the photo for a long time in confusion. As she looked at it, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Why did she feel that Wei Wei looked a little like Helian Jing in the photo? Was she seeing things?

She looked up at her old man, Qin Man and Mochen. Only then did she feel that something was wrong.

"What … What's going on?"

Qin Man did not say anything.

The old master remained silent.

There was a slight resemblance, but it wasn't exactly the same!

The old man had a bad feeling about what Ah Chen had asked him the other day.

Although he did not know what was going on, he knew that something big was going to happen on Saturday.

Ah Chen would not do this for no reason. He must have his reasons.

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