Mo Jia announced the suspension of Yan Xihua in front of all reporters. This news was really big. The mysterious CEO of M.O. who rarely spoke in front of the media actually announced it in public, which was undoubtedly equivalent to a banning order. People from all walks of life couldn't help but start to speculate.
What did Yan Xihua do to make the big boss unhappy, so that she was put in cold storage?
Everyone knows the strength of M.O., and even if other companies want to poach people they have abandoned, they have to weigh their own weight first. In just a few days, Yan Xihua completely disappeared from the entertainment pages.
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In the past two days, Su Huanhuan has been so busy with her retreat and research column that she has no time to pay attention to any entertainment news. Su Xiaoyou is very considerate and knows not to disturb mommy when she is working on a manuscript.
, instead he sticks to Mojia every day.
"Uncle Mojia, look, this is what I drew. This is Mommy, this is me, and this is Uncle Mojia." Su Xiaoyou climbed onto Mojia's lap and showed the painting in her hand to him as if it were a treasure.
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Mo Jia put down everything in his hands, picked up her painting, looked at it carefully, his eyes could not help but smile, "Youyou painted very well."
Hearing his praise, Su Xiaoyou smiled happily, "Aunt Zhang's Doudou has been to kindergarten, but he is not as good at painting as I am!"
Mojia frowned and stared at her daughter, "Youyou, do you want to go to school?"
Su Xiaoyou lowered her big eyes and clenched the drawing paper in her hand with her small hands, "Mommy works very hard. Our monthly living expenses are limited and we don't have any extra money to send Youyou to kindergarten."
Mojia's heart tightened, and he raised his head and called to Muchuan, "Give me the information on all the kindergartens here immediately."
"Uh, yes." Mu Chuan responded and hurried down to do it. He sadly discovered that his mafia first assistant was about to become a nanny!
Soon, promotional materials for various kindergartens were spread out on the table. Mojia picked them up carefully and looked at each one carefully.
Su Xiaoyou was giving Linglong the latest princess look, arranging its neat crown into a mess. Linglong was not angry, lying there with her eyes half closed, and let the little girl put strange things on her body.
Zhong Kun held the analyzer that he never left his hand and continued to analyze data. Occasionally he would raise his head and glance at the young master opposite.
"Then why bother? Just invite the teachers into your home to teach Youyou alone."
"Youyou won't like it." Mojia picked a school and read the information several times.
Zhong Kun smiled, "It's only been a few days, and you are becoming more and more decent as a daddy."
Mo Jia raised her eyes and glanced at him like a warning. Zhong Kun knew he had made a mistake and quickly made a gesture to seal his mouth. But Linglong next to him opened his eyes, with a hint of insight in his eyes, and said lazily, "No wonder, the more I look at it,
The less annoying you become, it turns out that you are taking advantage of the little girl."
Su Xiaoyou blinked in confusion, "Uncle Kun, what kind of daddy are you?"
Zhong Kun rolled his eyes, put down the things in his hands, and asked with a smile, "Youyou, do you want a daddy?"
Mo Jia only glanced at it but did not stop him.
He expected this answer more than anyone else.
Su Xiaoyou frowned and shook his head, "No."
Linglong glanced at someone's hidden handsome face and laughed a few times with gloating.
Zhong Kun was stunned, "Why?"
"Youyou and Mommy's living expenses are no longer enough. Now Linglong wants to eat wild fruits. If we add a daddy, we may not even have to eat instant noodles."
Child Su Xiaoyou is very pragmatic.
Linglong stagnated, what does it have to do with it? He could be shot even if he was lying down!
Zhong Kun couldn't hold it back any longer and kept laughing, "Oh my God, Youyou, you are so cute! I don't know how such a dull person could give birth to such a cute little princess like you!"
Mo Jia's face was dark, and he felt rarely entangled that his daughter valued instant noodles more than him. His cold eyes glanced at Zhong Kun, who still couldn't hold back his smile.
Zhong Kun smiled enough and leaned over again and asked, "So, if your dad were like Uncle Mojia, would you like it?"
Su Xiaoyou raised his head and looked at Mo Jia, but unexpectedly shook his head.
"Don't like it? Why?" Zhong Kun was even more confused.
"Uncle Mojia is so beautiful. Mommy said that if a man is too handsome, he will have more capital to make women sad..." Little Youyou tried hard to recall what mommy said, although she didn't quite understand what it meant.
, but it must not be just good words, because when mommy said it, she gritted her teeth.
Zhong Kun couldn't stop laughing, he was really about to die from the cuteness of this little living treasure. But Mo Jia stood up quickly, turned around and walked upstairs.
What is that woman teaching his precious daughter?!
"Hey, what's wrong with Uncle Mojia?" Su Xiaoyou asked curiously.
Zhong Kun stopped laughing and patted her little head, "Youyou, remember, Uncle Mojia, like your mommy, is the person who loves you most in the world."
Su Xiaoyou tilted her little head and nodded with a vague understanding, "I understand."
Linglong raised her eyes to look at him, but said nothing.
It has the obligation to protect the mother and daughter from harm, but as for feelings, that is not its responsibility. If the man has the ability, he should do his best to show it.
Mo Jia went directly to Huanhuan's study, where Huanhuan was biting her pen and thinking hard.
After all, what kind of topics are people today interested in?
Seeing Mo Jia, she frowned irritably, "What are you doing?"
"Su Huanhuan, you..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Huanhuan shouted "ah", his eyes brightened, and he said excitedly, "I thought of it!"
Then, she immediately lowered her head and scribbled on the paper.
Mojia had never been ignored like this before. He walked over, his face covered with frost, "I said you..."
"Don't make any noise!"
Huanhuan gave a polite order and wrote faster.
Mojia's chest was rising and falling slightly. First she ignored him, and then she scolded him. Did she really think he had no temper?
Just as Huanhuan was writing furiously, his hands suddenly came to rest on the desk. They were so close that you only had to raise your head to bump into his chin.
Huanhuan was stunned, "You——"
Before she could finish speaking, her chin tightened suddenly and was pinched by someone. Then, a pair of slightly cold lips covered it accurately...