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He enthusiastically persuaded him to eat more while eating. The bowl was turned before he washed it. The rejected Mo stopped talking and went out to get in the car. He leaned on the seat and rubbed his stomach helplessly.
This fickle character had left him scratching his head.
But what hurt him the most right now was his stomach.
Gu Jiayu held Mo Zeyang's little hand, stood by the window, and watched Mo Yunqi's car leave. Then they just shrank into an inch and teleported to the kindergarten door. Everyone has a responsibility to save energy and reduce emissions. Their fairy travel modes are nothing like humans!
Super, energy saving and environmental protection!
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At the gate of Mo Zeyang's kindergarten, Gu Jiayu sorted out his clothes and gave him to the teacher waiting at the door.
“Dad, will you come to pick me up today?” Mo Zeyang held Gu Jiayu's hand and asked uneasily.
Gu Jiayu suddenly felt a stab in his heart, and he suddenly felt pain. He crouched down, hugged his little baby, smiled, and squeezed the little guy's cheek. He promised, “I must definitely come to pick you up today. Dad is not working these days and will come to pick you up every day.”
Mo Zeyang then smiled, happily followed the teacher, and turned around and waved goodbye to Gu Jiayu while walking.
Gu Jiayu kept watching him enter the teaching building, his eyes were a little sour, and his heart was still uncomfortable.
This kindergarten is an ordinary kindergarten, and all of them are the descendants of the monsters. This is a special department that manages the monsters that enter the world. The purpose is to let these little monsters learn how to hide themselves and learn to live in the world. There are many monsters who go out to work. Someone with a child often leave the children in kindergarten. The teachers take care of them, and they can also ensure safety. When Gu Jiayu went out to film, Mo Zeyang often lived here, waiting for him to pick him up.
Thinking of his baby boy waiting here every day for him, Gu Jiayu's heart was like stabbed by a knife.
But there was no way. In this environment where the aura was getting lower and lower, and the environment in the mountains was mostly destroyed, they must pay the corresponding price if they wanted to live on earth.
When Gu Jiayu returned home, he saw three cars parked in front of his door. Several young men in black suits got out of the car, opened the trunk, and carried out a few big bags. Gu Jiayi looked at the person with a poor look through the display. Dare to step into other people's territory without saying h.e.l.lo. Is there any sense of territorial awareness?
He turned on the voice-activated device. “Who are you?”
A long, good-looking white uncle smiled, and raised his face. The gentleman bent down gracefully towards the monitor, and explained with a smile, “h.e.l.lo Mr. Gu, these are daily necessities used by the young master. Madam is worried that he is not used to it in China. The trustee brought it by air, and the young master said that it would just be delivered directly to you."
'Madam? Mo Yunqi's mother?'
'Ah! Such an adult has not been separated from his mother's care. Humans are indeed vulnerable!'
Gu Jiayu went out and looked. The other party did not lie. Those things were all flavors of Mo Yunqi, obviously it had been used for a long time. But if it was all put in his house, it must be tainted, wouldn't it be like a family? Gu Jiazhen asked disgustingly: “It won't take a few days. What do you do with so many things?" Careless!
The other embarra.s.sed, “However, the young master said he would live here if he could not buy a suitable house. The young master also bought several companies, bought a lot of land to build the headquarters, and invested in real estate and jewelry. There is also luxury marketing in the industry. Recently, he has spent a lot of money, so it's a bit tight … “
Before the other party's words were finished, Gu Jiaxun was mad, 'You are so bullish, can you hold your tail to heaven? Why don't you have the consciousness of staying in someone else's house at all!'
Wasn't it always easy for a domineering president to make cool king break? Wasn't it said that there were hundreds of billions of a.s.sets? Did you think his food is delicious here? Living here all the time, what if they accidentally showed their tails? What if I fell asleep at night and exposed the original form? He wanted to shake his tail and shake his ears when n.o.body was there. What if he was exposed?
Gu Jiayu would like to call and ask Mo Yunqi, 'how long will you stay in my house?'
Taking out his mobile phone angrily, Gu Jiayu pulled up the contact list and suddenly thought that he and Mo Yunqi did not have a contact method, not even a WeChat.
Gu Jiayu suddenly realized that his understanding of Mo Yunqi was limited to the little n.o.bleman who lived in the manor for a holiday five years ago. What was the ident.i.ty of the other party, what he had been doing these years, and who else was in the family, he knew nothing.
And the memory sealed by him, how could it be suddenly released, all of this was a mystery. It always felt like things were going on like this, it seemed like there was something out of control.
Gu Jiayu, who couldn't understand, shook his head, putting this idea off for the time being. He didn't want strangers to walk into his place. He rolled up his sleeves angrily to carry Mo Yunqi's things back into the house. 'You can only keep him for a week at most, no more!'
Without waiting for Gu Jiayu to figure out how to kick the other party out, Zheng Xueshao called and interrupted his thinking. “Jiayu, I met with Director w.a.n.g today, and I have something to discuss with you.”
"Director w.a.n.g? The king who praised me?” Gu Jiahua shouted. Sure enough, the most important thing to watch out for was human sugar-coated cannonb.a.l.l.s. The better you spoke, the more dangerous it might be.
Who taught him this sentence?
… well, forget!
Forget it, it doesn't matter!