Chapter 967
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Zhuge Qing was speechless.
Young Master's aura was no weaker than Young Master's.
He looked at the little guy and told him his cell phone number.
The little guy picked up his cell phone, saved it and glanced at Xu Yan.
Xu Yan told him his cell phone number.
The little guy glanced at them and said, "I will call him every few days to ask about his situation. If you don't tell me the truth, I will have a way to deal with you."
Zhuge Qing and Xu Yan said, "Young Master, we wouldn't dare to do that."
The little guy sat there, dressed in a black suit and exuding an aura. "That better be the case."
He didn't ask any more questions.
Zhuge Qing and Xu Yan said, "Young Master, we'll get back to work now."
The little guy nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Mochen had been watching from the side the whole time. He looked at the little guy with a dark gaze. The little guy bypassed him and started to order his subordinates.
The little guy tilted his head and glanced at Mochen. He picked up his cell phone, opened the photo album and threw it at Mochen. "There are many photos of Mommy and Little Pomelo in there. Do you miss them?"
Mochen was speechless.
He glanced at the little guy coldly, picked up the cell phone and leaned against the sofa.
The little guy said, "Let me help you massage your right arm."
…
At noon, Zeng Wang brought lunch over. He saw the little guy and said, "Young Master, long time no see. Zeng Wang misses you."
The little guy glanced at him and said, "I miss you a little too."
Zeng Wang was speechless.
It was only a little!
The little guy glanced at the lunch he brought and said, "In the future, make sure to pay more attention to Daddy's meals. If he loses any weight, I'll look for you."
Zeng Wang said, "Got it, Young Master!"
The little guy said, "Long time no see. You seem to have grown more handsome."
Zeng Wang said, "Thank you, Young Master, for your compliment."
The little guy retracted his gaze and looked at Xiang Mochen.
Mochen was speechless.
Little troublemaker was minding his own business.
After lunch, the little guy pulled Mochen to take an afternoon nap.
It had been a long time since the father and son had slept in the same bed.
The little guy glanced at Mochen, hugged his arm, and closed his eyes.
Mochen stroked the little fellow's head.
During the day, he was not sleepy at all.
However, he didn't want the little fellow to worry, so he closed his eyes.
The little guy's mood was complicated and he couldn't fall asleep. He closed his eyes and said softly, "I'll come back to see you every other week."
Mochen said, "You don't have to come back."
The little guy snorted. "I'll come back if I want to!"
Mochen pursed his thin lips and said softly, "Your temper is getting worse."
The little guy said, "You should at least have a little temper, right?"
Mochen, "…"
The little guy opened his eyes and glanced at Mochen. "You don't seem sleepy."
Mochen, "…"
The little fellow looked at him and asked softly, "What time do you usually sleep?"
Mochen replied, "Around 11 PM."
The little guy frowned slightly. "Sleep earlier in the future."
Mochen replied, "Okay."
The little guy said in a grown-up manner, "Don't worry about Mommy and Little Pomelo. I'll take care of them."
Mochen looked at him, raised his hand, and pinched his round face. "Okay."
The little guy looked at Mochen, displeased. "You're so annoying. Don't pinch my face."
Mochen pinched him again.
The little guy said, "You're still pinching."
Mochen pinched him for the third time.
The little guy kissed the back of his hand. "You're still pinching."
Mochen's eyes were like ink. "How dare you disobey your father."
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