Master Mo, Your Wife's Multiple Identities Are Online Again

“Alright,” he said. Mo Ting replied before he slowly closed his hands and did not get up.

Mo Ting said, “Little Yuan, you still want to eat, right? Continue eating. If you save up more, I’ll throw them away.”

Su Yuan was speechless.

If she remembered correctly, Assistant Fu had told her before that Big Boss Mo was a clean freak. Could Assistant Fu have made a mistake? Or was Big Boss Mo only obsessed with his assistants and not anyone else? Oh right, it could also be that Assistant Fu was not a clean freak, so Uncle Mo could not tell him off in person. He could only remind Assistant Fu tactfully to think that Big Boss Mo was a clean freak.

Fu Wen, who was eating instant noodles at home, said, “Achoo!”

“Uncle, you don’t know what happened today. It was so dangerous and exciting.” As she spoke, she threw a cherry into her mouth.

“Eh? How is it dangerous and exciting?” Mo Ting leaned closer to the sofa and the cushion Su Yuan was sitting on sunk in. So, she decided to lean on it as well. Although she wasn’t in Mo Ting’s arms, she was already very close.

The man squinted his eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

Su Yuan told him about what had happened that day, “We were already getting ready for the interview, but they suddenly changed people. I guessed that there must be something fishy. The whole room of people had finished their interviews. In the end, there were only two groups, a trainee, me and Qu Lin left. We four groups will fight for the remaining two places.”

“I thought about it and decided that I couldn’t do it. I had to get a spot today, so I found a few young ladies I had good relations with and asked them to help me carry the slightly downstairs. There were reporters downstairs and they started taking photos of us as soon as we went down. Since they dared to operate behind the scenes, I would dare to dance in front of the media! Let’s see who’s more powerful!”

Mo Ting didn’t know why she wanted to participate in the talent show, nor did he know that she was the one who planned the show. So, Su Yuan could only reveal some unimportant things.

She said angrily, “Uncle, you didn’t see it. One of the mentors is my enemy. He’s the man I slapped in the nightclub. His name is Zhang Yi. He’s a celebrity and he’s been quite popular recently.”

“I didn’t expect him to be a mentor. It must be him. He saw my interview sheet and wanted to reject me. Zhang Yi was only a mentor, so he didn’t have that much power. He might have talked to the boss. They’re ganging up to bully me!”

Mo Ting reached out his hand and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, “Little Yuan, don’t be angry. They’re just two strangers. I’ll help you bully them back.”

Then, he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Fu Wen’s phone. “Stop all cooperation between EL and Pei family for half a year.”

“That was a business worth tens of billions!” Fu Wen asked in surprise, “President Mo, is there a problem with which part of the show?”

“The Pei family has offended Little Yuan.” After speaking, Mo Ting directly hung up the phone.

Su Yuan was speechless. What to do? She suddenly felt that her fake husband was a little handsome…

“Uncle, you…” Su Yuan suddenly didn’t know what to say.

“What’s wrong? Little Yuan? “Mo Ting raised his eyebrows, “Are you not satisfied with this method of handling things?”

“No, no, no, uncle, you handled it very well. I’m satisfied, very satisfied!” Su Yuan smiled as she fed Mo Ting a cherry, “Uncle, you’re the best!”

Mo Ting had no expression on his face, “Am I okay? If I’m doing well, why don’t you go home for a celebration party?”

Su Yuan’s smile immediately froze on her face. “Uh…” Her eyes darted around quickly. “Well, uncle, you weren’t here today. My dance is especially good. Do you want to see it?”

After speaking, Su Yuan placed the fruit platter in Mo Ting’s hands and stood up to look for her phone, “Uncle, let me tell you, the media has been taking pictures of me when I was dancing today. They must have recorded my dance moves. It might even be on the internet.”

Mo Ting watched as the little girl ran off and shook his head helplessly.

Su Yuan found her phone. After she pressed the button, the screen lit up, but she suddenly let out an “Aiya!”

“What’s wrong?” Mo Ting asked.

Su Yuan had 20 missed calls on her phone, all from Gu Qin. The last call was from an hour ago, when she was still eating hotpot. She didn’t know when her phone had muted, but it didn’t ring at all.

“It’s nothing. My phone was on silent mode, so I didn’t pick up any calls.” With that, she opened her WeChat and saw Gu Qin’s message, asking her to check Weibo.

She opened Weibo, and just as she had expected, her dance with Qu Lin was on the hot search. It wasn’t very popular, ranked 16th on the hot search list, but it still had a lot of exposure.