In the afternoon after school, Secretary Chu, who comes to pick up little Watermelon from school, is blocked by Mo Anyu.

Secretary Chu and Mo Anyu stand facing each other on the side of the road with the respectful but not weak tone, holding Watermelon while implying the driver in the car to call Song Shilin.

“Master Mo, is there anything wrong with you blocking me with so many people?”

Mo Anyu leans against the sports car with five fierce bodyguards in black behind him. They casually play with the lighter. “What do I want to do? Don’t you know? Don’t pretend to be innocent!”

Little Watermelon tightly hugs Secretary Chu’s neck and whispers, “Uncle Chu, I’m scared.”

Little Watermelon gets along well with Secretary Chu these two days, which has the friendship despite the generation gap.

Secretary Chu pats him on the back. It is very soothing.

Mo Anyu quietly sees the two people getting along with the dim eyes. If Song Shilin hadn’t put the fingers into his pie, his relationship with Bo Yu would have made a big step forward because of the child after Bo Yu comes back!

“Give me the baby, or you can take the baby to go with me.” Mo Anyu exposes his carefully disguised perfect face in front of Bo Yu, showing his true features, which is violent and irritable.

Little Fatty bites the ham sausage and slowly walks out of the school. When he sees what has happened here, his eyes light up and he comes to join in the fun.

Secretary Chu, who has heard of Mo’s youngest master’s unreasonable behavior, takes a step back and doesn’t notice that Little Fatty is standing behind him and nearly falls down.

Secretary Chu adjusts his glasses, steadies his mind and ignores him.

Little Fatty is broad-minded, and doesn’t mind that. He doesn’t want to respond with Little Watermelon with red-rimmed eyes, biting a ham sausage in his mouth. Later, he remembers that Little Watermelon is the son of Bo Yu. So, he takes out the remaining half of the ham sausage from his mouth, generously hands it to Little Watermelon, and says, “Do you want this?”

Little Watermelon shakes his head and smiles at Little Fatty for the first time.

Bo Yu’s facial features are handsome, and he has a pair of long legs. Therefore, Little Fatty who is deeply infatuated with the young general named Gu Chengjing also loves Bo Yu’s handsome face.

Bo Yu and little Watermelon look very similar.

So Little Fatty is immediately fascinated by the smiling face of Little Watermelon. He says with a commanding tone, “Bo Yanting, come home with me tonight. Let’s sleep together!”

Sleeping with Bo Yanting = sleeping with Bo Yu = sleeping with a handsome man. He gains so much!

Little Watermelon tightly hugs Secretary Chu’s neck and coldly refuses, “No.”

He still hates Little Fatty who takes down his pants.

Little Fatty is in a daze. He seems to feel that Bo Yanting with the cold expression looks like the cold uncle who scares him to cry.

Mo Anyu is too lazy to continue wasting time with Secretary Chu. He raises his chin and asks the bodyguard to come over and pick up the child.

At this time, a black luxury version for the president’s extended car also stops at the side of the road.

When the door is opened, a pair of haute customized black leather shoes stretch out of the car. Then Song Shilin comes down from the car with indifferent but extremely dignified eyes.

The scene is silent.

Mo Anyu curses in a low voice. He shouldn’t have been in a tangle with Chu for so long!

“Song Shilin, give me the child.” Mo Anyu says first.

Song Shilin says, “I just made a deal with Mo Yan nearby.”

Mo Yan is Mo Anyu’s eldest brother, which is the leader of Mo’s family now.

Threat! Song Shilin is definitely threatening him!

Mo Anyu gnashes his teeth with hatred, but he has no alternative because his mobile rings all of a sudden, the caller ID is his eldest brother, Mo Yan.

“Song Shilin, you are so ruthless!”

Song Shilin says with the calm expression as usual while Little Watermelon runs over to Song Shilin to hug his thigh for comfort, “The same as you.”

Mo Anyu is frustrated in their first confrontation.

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