Chapter 962
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When the little fellow heard that, she pursed her lips and looked at Little Pomelo with a frown.
Little Pomelo blinked. "Good boy, sleep early."
The little boy was speechless.
Daddy had already broken off the engagement with Mommy. Why would he still reply to Little Pomelo's text?
He felt that something was amiss!
He looked at Little Pomelo. "Give me the cell phone."
Little Pomelo asked, "What's wrong?"
The little boy said softly, "I'll get someone to check."
Little Pomelo was speechless.
Did Big Brother mean that it was Daddy who replied?
She handed the cell phone to the little boy. Her eyes dimmed and she didn't say a word.
Was it really not Daddy who replied to him?
…
In the afternoon, the results of the test were out.
The network that sent the text was indeed from Ru Garden!
When the little fellow received the examination report, his little eyebrows furrowed.
Thinking that Uncle Ji You was still at the President's residence, he bit his lip and called Ji You's cell phone.
Ji You said, "Young Master."
The little boy felt terrible. After holding it in for a long time, he said arrogantly, "I want to talk to you."
Ji You said, "Mm."
The little boy asked softly, "When are you leaving?"
Ji You glanced at Tang Si. "In the afternoon."
The little boy asked in a low voice, "Is it convenient now?"
Ji You said, "Mm, I'm going to look for Young Master."
The little boy hung up the phone.
Ji You looked at Tang Si and kissed her. "Young Master is looking for me."
Tang Si nodded lightly.
He kissed her for a long time last night.
She had thought that he was going to do something to her, but he didn't. He pushed her away at the last moment and even sent her back to her bedroom!
Ji You stood up and went to where Mohan was teaching the little boy.
The little boy had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing that Ji You had arrived, she turned around and said, "Little Uncle, I want to talk to Ji You alone."
Mohan responded and glanced at Ji You.
He wasn't clear about his brother's exact situation. His grandparents weren't clear about it, let alone his parents. Ji Ji, you should know a lot, right?
He got up and left the study.
Only the little fellow and Ji You were left in the study.
The little fellow glanced at Ji You. "How is he now?"
Ji You's eyes darkened. "Young Master is fine."
The little fellow glanced at Ji You coldly. "If you continue with this attitude, we may not be able to continue this conversation."
Ji You sat there, lit a cigarette, and suddenly felt agitated.
The Young Master insisted on hiding it from the Pavilion Lord Manor. The last time Miss Helian went to Nangang City, the Young Master specially found a makeup artist to put on nude makeup to make his skin look very healthy.
So Miss Helian probably didn't notice anything!
The little fellow kept staring at Ji You.
Ji You finished his cigarette and looked up at the little fellow.
The little fellow said, "Are you still not going to tell me?"
Ji You extinguished the cigarette. "Young Master will become a vegetable."
The little fellow sat there, frozen, and stared at Ji You.
Daddy will actually become a vegetable!
He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable!
Why did this happen?
Ji You found it hard to breathe. "Young Master …"
He wanted to say something, but suddenly didn't know what to say.
He had watched Young Master grow up!
In detail, their relationship might be like the relationship between him and Uncle Rong and Ji Zuo.
The little fellow nodded, and after a long while, he said, "I understand."
Ji You looked at the little fellow.
It had only been a few months, but Young Master had already grown up a lot. He already had the aura of a successor to the President.
The little fellow puffed up his cheeks, but didn't cry. "Is Ji Zuo still in Nangang City?"
Ji You replied, "Yes, Young Master."
The little fellow's eyes were sore. "Let Ji Zuo take good care of him."
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