He hangs the video after a disagreement, and he has such a bad temper.

Jiang Yisheng shook his head and chuckled.

"Woom wool wool..."

Erbao ran to his feet, and Jiang Yisheng lowered his eyes and saw what was biting in his mouth, and quickly reached for it.

"Seibao, this hat cannot be bitten, please let go."

As if he understood Jiang Yisheng's words, Erbao sobbed and then let go.

The black hat fell to the ground, Jiang Yisheng reached out to pick it up and patted the dust that almost did not exist on it.

What should have been given to him, but before I knew it, it has been left here for a while.

Jiang Yisheng's fingertips were slightly stiff, and the corners of his lips were self-deprecating.

Suddenly, the cell phone placed on the table was "buzzing" and vibrating.

Caller ID - Wen Rang.

He slid over to answer the call, and Wen Rang's crying voice came, "A Sheng, can you be kind and let me sleep peacefully?"

He also let the people who have his team live.

Jiang Yisheng was confused, "What's wrong?"

"Are you going to provoke Brother Qian again?" Wen Rang raised his decibels, and there was helplessness between his lines.

He provoked Ji Mingqian?

What's the point?

Jiang Yisheng wondered, "What does it mean?"

"Brother Qian has posted on Weibo again, and he has specially tagged you." Wen Rang said half-jokingly, "A Sheng, isn't I doing something bad? You don't have to mess with me like this when you plan to change an agent, right?"

Last time Ji Mingqian posted on Weibo, they had been on the hot search list for several days, but now they have only recently come back. They even tagged Jiang Yisheng. Are they planning to dominate the hot search list for a long time?

"What?" Jiang Yisheng's clear green eyes widened, "You said that guy Ji Mingqian has posted on Weibo again?"

Tell him again?

Hearing the surprise in his words, Wen Rang was sure that he was also kept in the dark.

"You go and check it out, Brother Qian just posted on Weibo."

The phone was hung up for a long time, but Jiang Yisheng didn't come back to his senses.

After a moment of trance, he clicked on Weibo and slid into Ji Mingqian's Weibo page. The latest Weibo post was posted ten minutes ago.

In just a while, the comment area had exploded.

I had no time to read the comment section, and Jiang Yisheng's eyes were on the content on Weibo.

[The person who challenged, see you online in the game.]

He was tagged later.

Jiang Yisheng's eyes flashed, and his head hurt a little.

He really knows how to find something for him.

No wonder I hung up the video so easily. It turned out that I ran to post on Weibo.

Are you young or not?

Without reviewing comments, Jiang Yisheng quits Weibo.

He found the familiar number and thought about it. At the moment he pressed it, he hesitated.

It's just a Weibo post, why should he care so much every time?

Doesn’t this make him look as naive as well?

Jiang Yisheng put down his cell phone, rubbed his hair randomly, and let out a breath of turbid air.

Forget it, let him make trouble.

"A Sheng."

Weiya's voice came from the door.

Jiang Yisheng looked up and looked at Weiya walked in with her high heels, with a bag hanging on her arms, as if she was about to go out.

"A Sheng, accompany me out for a walk."

"Where is Dad?" Jiang Yisheng curled his lips.

Usually, it is a job that his father contracts with him. Why did he come to him today?

"I answered a call temporarily, and my friend asked him for something." Weiya said helplessly.

Jiang Yisheng laughed, "Then wait, I'll change my clothes."

Via smiled, "Then I'll wait for you downstairs."

Jiang Yisheng responded and said okay.

...

The blue sky was decorated with a few remaining stars, and I couldn't sleep for another night.

Sitting in front of the window, Mo Yu had tears on his face.

It's been so long, but he still hasn't called her.

Even if it's just a comforting word.

Mo Yu clenched his fists, his pale face unable to hide his anger.

"Knock-knock--"

The knock on the door stopped three times.

Immediately afterwards, A Qiao rang through the door, "Madam, Mo is old."

The clenched fist loosened, Mo Yu frowned. Why did her father come here so early?

"I got it, I'll go down after washing."

"yes."

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It seemed that I had known that Mr. Mo would arrive early, and Mo Su got up early in the morning and was waiting in the living room.

The mist was swaying, and the faint fragrance of tea was filled with it.

As the footsteps approached at the door, Mo Su put down the teacup and raised his head. Old Master Mo walked in calmly.

The silver-white hair was combed into a big back, with a serious expression, and a powerful aura that was not angry, which made people scared.

Mo Su stood up, bent down and bowed, "Grandpa."

Mr. Mo nodded and sat down.

"Miss." Butler Mo looked at Mo Su and shouted neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Mo Su nodded faintly and sat down opposite Mr. Mo.

She brought a cup of hot tea and handed it to the old man, "Grandpa, have a cup of tea."

Mr. Mo picked up the teacup, sipped the hot tea, moistening his throat, "Why didn't you see Mo Chen?"

"Mo Chen hasn't gotten up yet," she said.

Mr. Mo frowned, but he didn't say anything.

After pondering for a while, he said, "Li Mohan, please hurry up and don't delay it for too long."

Mo Su nodded knowingly, "I know."

At this time, Mo Yu came downstairs.

Seeing that Mo Su was also there, I was a little surprised.

"Mo Su, you got up so early, why don't you sleep for a while?"

Before Mo Su could speak, Mr. Mo said first, with a cold voice feeling unhappy, "Mo Chen was spoiled by you like this."

Mo Yu looked embarrassed and said silently.

"I heard that Mo Yuan hasn't come back yet?" Old Master Mo narrowed his slender eyes slightly, and the folds at the corners of his eyes were twisted into a ball.

"There is something to be dealt with in the company, and he can't get away for the time being." Although he complained to Mo Yuan in his heart, Mo Yu subconsciously protected him in front of the old man.

"Oh."

Mr. Mo smiled contemptuously and glanced at her indifferently, "Mo Yu, you don't have to say good things for him."

If he hadn't seen that Mo Yuan had some value, he wouldn't have kept him until now. If he dared to disobey him, he would not have allowed him to keep him.

Mo Yu's heart tightened and explained, "Father, he is really busy with something, don't think too much."
To be continued...