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1902. Chapter 1901 It's Useless to Call Grandpa

Chapter 1901 It’s useless to call me grandpa

"..."

Does this make a difference?

Su Qingtian was speechless, but she couldn't say the words "no difference".

Mo Beiyan suddenly let go of his hand, and Su Qingtian slid down the wall.

The man took a few steps back, his eyes darkened, "Hit me!"

The guard responded and stepped forward. Su Qingtian held her head in her hands, "No! Don't hit me!"

"If you dare to hit Mo Huantong, you must know that you will be returned."

"You, didn't you say you don't care about her?"

"What do you believe in what I say?" Mo Beiyan sneered, "I said suicide can help you become an immortal. Are you going to have a caesarean section now?"

"..."

Mo Beiyan lit a cigarette, sat down on the chair behind him, "Hit!"

"yes!"

The guards never knew what pity was, so they started with a violent storm of punches and kicks...

Mo Nanjue put out the cigarette in his hand, turned around and walked out of the room.

The man came downstairs, and the man in black was waiting by the car, "Young Master."

"explain."

"The maid called and said that Miss Tong had gotten up."

"when?"

"Just twenty minutes ago, she said she was waiting for your call."

Mo Nanjue nodded, and the man in black opened the car door. He raised his legs and stepped in, "Go back first."

"yes."



Middle scene inside Haoting.

After washing up, Tong Ran was having breakfast with her son. She looked at the time from time to time, a little worried about why Mo Nanjue hadn't come back yet.

He was out almost all night.

Tong Ran didn't know anything about what happened last night. He only knew that someone sneaked in to steal something, but he didn't know what happened afterwards.

Mo Nanjue also went to the community where Su Qingtian lived after receiving the news from Mo Beiyan. Because the person chosen by the other party was Mo Huantong, Mo Beiyan said that he was fully responsible, so Mo Nanjue

Didn't care much.

When the man came back, Mo Yaochen was forced to eat his daily meal - egg custard.

He almost collapsed, "I don't want to eat!"

"No," Tong Ran hugged his small waist, "Dad will see it when he comes back later."

"Dad can't see it, you pour it out secretly..."

"you dare?!"

Mo Yaochen was startled. When he turned around, Mo Nanjue was already standing behind him. He was so frightened that he rolled and crawled upstairs, "Haji!"

Mo Nanjue picked him up and said, "Be honest with me!"

"dad……"

"It's no use calling me grandpa."

"..."

Mo Nanjue pulled out the chair and sat down. He could easily hold his son in place with one hand. He scooped up a spoonful of egg custard and fed it to his mouth, "Open!"

Someone couldn't hold back what he said, "Dad, I heard you telling mom to open up the night before yesterday..."

As soon as Mo Nanjue's handsome face fell, a large spoonful was stuffed into his mouth. Mo Yaochen had his mouth full and could only swallow it with sorrow.

Hey, it’s really hard to love. When will he stand up and resist the tyrant’s dictatorship?!

Tong Ran looked at her son's sad little face. It was funny no matter how he looked at it. She supported her chin with one hand and asked, "Where were you last night?"

Mo Yaochen interjected faintly, "F*ck."

"Where did you learn that?"

"Dad, look at me eating eggs so stupidly!"

Unfortunately, this trick didn't work. Mo Nanjue continued to feed him violently. He raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Go and catch the person who wanted to hit you last time."

"Who is it?" Tong Ran frowned slightly. In fact, she already had a chosen candidate in mind, but she didn't want to think about it, "Is it... Su Qingtian?"

The man responded very calmly, "Yeah."

"..."
Chapter completed!
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