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Chapter 41 Mo Xiaobaozi is here
Mo Zhan was surprised by his grandson's behavior.
So doted on.
At this time, the housekeeper received a message in his Bluetooth headset, his face straightened, and he quickly reported to the old man: "Master, we have got off the plane, the car is driving this way, and it is estimated that we will reach the gate of the compound in twenty minutes. "
"Really?" Mr. Mo was happy and nervous. He stood up, walked around twice, and said eagerly: "No, I have to wait at the door."
President Mo, who once stood in front of tens of billions of contracts without blinking an eye, was now standing in the sun, feeling uneasy.
Soon, a car drove over. The car drove extremely steadily, as if it was afraid of shocking the people on top.
The car stopped and the housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to open the door.
On the big black leather back seat, a little man sat obediently, with his two small hands neatly placed on both sides of his body, his calm eyes staring at his toes. When he felt the car door being opened, he turned his head, Look outside.
The first time he and the little guy looked at each other, Mr. Mo almost shed tears.
He stepped forward cautiously and asked softly: "Tongtong, do you still remember Grandpa Zeng?"
Mo Zhitong said nothing and just looked at him.
With the seat belt unbuckled, the housekeeper tried to take Mo Zhitong down, but he avoided him.
He insisted on climbing out of the car. With his small body of only three years old, even if he was hit by the car's edge with difficulty, he was unwilling to touch others.
When Mr. Mo saw this, his body swayed unsteadily.
As if sensing the sadness pouring out of the old man's body, Mo Zhitong raised his head and looked at him with a pair of innocent eyes. After standing for a while, he stretched out his hand towards Mr. Mo and spread his palms.
A small yellow flower lies quietly on the small palm.
Mr. Mo was flattered, "Is this for Grandpa Zeng?"
The little guy nodded, his jewel-like eyes seemed to be glowing, his delicately carved face was delicate and cute, and he looked like a little angel.
"Thank you, I like it very much." Mr. Mo carefully took the flowers as if they were treasures.
In the car not far away, Chu Xiyou¡¯s eyes widened and he couldn¡¯t believe what he saw.
So, who is that kid?
??Look at Grandpa Mo¡¯s caring and loving attitude, just like his own son.
Chu Xiyou's eyes suddenly widened, frightened by his own thoughts. Could it be that he is Grandpa Mo¡¯s old son! Hasn¡¯t Grandma Mo died many years ago?
Afraid of exposing the young master to the sun, the servants held umbrellas to protect him from the sun. A group of people returned to Mozhai in a grand manner, but the speed was a bit slow.
Mo Zhitong didn¡¯t want anyone to hold him, so he insisted on walking by himself. A group of people could only cater to his pace.
Chu Xiyou watched everyone disappear from his sight, his slender arms hanging loosely outside the window, his fingertips tapping the car door a few times, his eyes full of cunning that would ruin other people's good deeds.
It¡¯s been a long time since I¡¯ve been a guest at Mo¡¯s house. Why don¡¯t you go and have a look?
I lazily took out my cell phone and dialed the number at the top of the call history. After the call was connected, a sweet voice sounded, "I'll be out soon."
"Well, don't worry, you take your time to clean up. I have something to do, so I'll leave first. The money you gave me before and the liquidated damages will be credited to your account."
"Hey, wait a minute"
Without waiting for the other party to persuade him to stay, Chu Xiyou hung up the phone and put the other party on the blacklist for peace of mind.
I had nothing to do today, so I kindly went to have a meal with this young lady who had just lost love, and earned hundreds of thousands on the way. Who would have thought that he would encounter something more interesting? He turned the steering wheel and drove towards the entrance of the courtyard. past. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com