little ancestors in modern times

Just as Mo Jingyan was laughing at himself, the phone rang, and there was a series of unfamiliar and familiar numbers. He didn't answer it, and let the ringtone keep playing, feeling happy for some reason.

Secretary Lin came in with the documents and came across such a scene. Did President Mo just laugh?

The phone rang, but why didn't Boss Mo answer it? Could it be that this call wasn't the one he had been waiting for? He couldn't help feeling very curious about the person calling.

After putting down the file, Secretary Lin wondered whether to remind the boss that his cell phone rang, but after thinking about it, he would be troublesome and do bad things. less than.

Secretary Lin didn't say much, and walked out gently.

After the door was closed, Mo Jingyan glanced at Wei Bushi's beeping phone. Just as he reached out to grab it, the music stopped, and the numbers flashing on the screen disappeared immediately, and the room returned to calm.

Mo Jingyan's gaze didn't move away immediately, the outstretched hand just froze there, neither continued nor retracted, as if waiting for something, but after 1 minute passed, the phone was still lying there quietly.

Seeing the disappointed expression of the little ancestor, Yan Jiabao secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but he didn't get through. It must have been an accident last night, maybe the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the boss answered the phone without seeing it clearly. The boss couldn't make a move to hang up the phone directly.

"Momo didn't answer the phone," the little ancestor said in a very disappointed tone.

"Well, Boss Mo should be at work. He is busy managing such a large Mo Group."

"Go to work? Mo Mo goes to work", the little ancestor asked, "Do you have to go to work too?"

The little ancestor finally found out why his family, Momo, had to go to work.

"Go to work..." Yan Jiabao was suddenly stunned by the question. He didn't want to go to work, so he wanted to eat and wait to die, and let Aran take care of him. Thinking of Aran, his eyes fell on his little ancestor unconsciously, he seemed to forget Something very important.

He hasn't told A Ran about the existence of the little ancestor, this is the rhythm of death.

"That's right! Meng Bubu's parents all go to work to earn money to support Meng Bubu, and Mo Mo also goes to work to earn money to support the little ancestors. Do you have to go to work to earn money to support the grandparents?"

The little ancestor looked at Yan Jiabao innocently, waiting for the other party to clarify his doubts.

Yan Jiabao hadn't thought of how to answer the little ancestor's question about going to work, and the little ancestor's words directly excited him, "Boss Mo went to work to earn money to support you, little ancestor, where did you get the conclusion that the little ancestor is from our old Yan's family?" It is our Yan family's business to raise you, so there is no such thing as Mr. Mo."

"Look, you live in the Yan's family now, and you also eat at the Yan's family. You must be raised by our Yan's family. You really have nothing to do with Mr. Mo."

The little ancestor bit his finger, tilted his head to think, suddenly his eyes lit up, and what he said almost made Yan Jiabao vomit blood.

"Then I will live in Momo's house, sleep and eat at Momo's house, so that I can be raised by Momo."

Live... live... go to Mo's house... go "no".

"why not?"

Why?He thought about it, he thought about it, Yan Jiabao scratched his head and groaned, yes, yes, "Little ancestor, you forgot that Boss Mo didn't remember you at all last night, he didn't even remember his little ancestor's balls, and even It is absolutely unforgivable to hurt the little ancestor.”

"Yes, absolutely unforgivable."