"Don't try to take advantage of him."
Mo Zechuan could not accept letting Xiao Zhou put on a white coat and become an ascetic monk.
What's so good about being a doctor? Not only do you often have to go out early and come back late, but you'll be called out for surgery even when you're in bed. There are also frequent medical disputes. Xiao Zhou is so attractive, and he must be even busier at work. How can he have time to be affectionate with him?
"Then you have to keep a close eye on it."
"Don't bother." Mo Zechuan would never let these people with ulterior motives get close to Xiao Zhou, not even thinking about it.
After Pei Yiming left, Mo Zechuan couldn't help but call Xiao Zhou.
He called several times but the number was always busy. He was so angry that he didn't even want to sleep, so he kept calling again and again. He even wanted to use the death call service to call him to death.
The cell phone kept buzzing non-stop, and Su Luo was eating cherry tomatoes and watching TV without stopping.
It kept ringing and ringing. He'd pressed the button several times, but it still kept ringing, which was enough to make even the best of him lose his temper. "What are you doing?"
"Where's Xiao Zhou? Let him answer the phone."
How could he give away something as personal as his phone? He really didn't want to live anymore.
Su Luo sighed and said, "I'm taking a shower. Please wait a little longer."
"Are all your bathhouses connected?" Otherwise, how could he leave his phone in the room and go take a bath so confidently?
"Oh, no. It's from Telecom!"
Su Luo finished eating the last tomato with a smile, and deliberately said: "Jinxi's body is very malleable. I believe that in less than a month, he can transform his rigid body into a masculine one."
Mo Zechuan: "!!!"
Didn't Xiao Zhou tell him that Su Luo was a straight man? He was treating a baby-faced guy like a dead person by his side, flirting with him harmlessly and hanging out with him.
"I'm warning you, stay away from him."
"Heh." Su Luo continued to eat the mango, putting small pieces into her mouth. "Do you know Su Yuncheng? He's my uncle!"
Mo Zechuan's threatening words got stuck in his throat. He swallowed hard and said, "Are you a junior from the Su family?"
The Su family, one of the half of the entertainment industry, is also a remarkable existence. However, unlike the Mo family's high-profile publicity, the Su family is particularly low-key.
Because the Su family's fortune was in Malaysia, they had originally opened a record company. They had only recently expanded their reach into mainland China, but within just a few years, they had already dominated the mainland market, catching the Mo family off guard.
Mo Zechuan had originally thought Su Luo simply had the surname Su, but he hadn't expected him to be a direct descendant of the Su family. Without Ning Su's protection, the resources Su Luo provided would be enough for Zhou Jinxi to remain afloat in the entertainment industry.
Even if he develops overseas, the Su family can provide him with high-quality resources, which are much better than the film and television resources he provides.
"Uncle, Jinxi is not someone you can afford to mess with."
Don't look at Su Luo's usual carefree and friendly appearance. As long as things are brought to the surface, he doesn't mind getting involved in a bloody fight.
"You can't, let me do it."
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Mo Zechuan's brows were furrowed so tightly that he almost wanted to kill the chattering Su Luo. "Wait until you grow up to be like your uncle, then come talk to me."
This little brat is starting a dyeing factory just by being given a little color. He really overestimates his own abilities.
"What are you talking about?" Xu Jing wiped the water droplets from his forehead and came out wearing boxer shorts.
The originally tense atmosphere was completely shattered in an instant.
Su Luo raised the corner of her lips and said to the phone, "Uncle, let me show you a video."
The 18,000 yuan mobile phone has a built-in video-to-call function. The moment he opened the video, Mo Zechuan saw Xiao Zhou in black boxer shorts appear in his sight so openly.
If he is the only one facing him, he will boldly knock that person down and do what he should do.
But the person who directly appreciated him was Su Luo.
Facing the harmless Su Luo's smiling face, Mo Zechuan felt powerless, like punching cotton. He gritted his teeth and said, "Give the phone to Xiao Zhou."
"I don't."
"Mr. Su, don't force me to use force." Hurry up before he loses his temper, otherwise he really doesn't know what he will do to him.
"Su Luo, stop it." Xu Jing spread his hands helplessly. "Give me the phone."
"Jinxi." Su Luo deliberately pointed the camera at herself and gave him a hug. "Look, you have more muscles."
He ignored Mo Zechuan's fiery eyes on the phone and squeezed his arm fearlessly. When he was about to touch his chest, Xu Jing frowned and grabbed his hand. "That's enough, stop playing with fire."
Xu Jing knew that he did it on purpose and was just trying to vent his anger, but there was no need to put himself in danger.
After all, Mo Zechuan, this madman, is capable of doing anything. If he kills Su Luo, it will be his fault.
He took the phone away, and his cold voice not only failed to extinguish Mo Zechuan's anger, but instead fueled his arrogance.
"Is that what you're wearing in your room?" Just naked in underwear, that's nothing. It was too much for him to be seen by others.
If he was still in front of Xiao Zhou, he would have to teach him a lesson and let him know that he was his private property and he did not allow others to see it.
"Why are you angry? What right do you have to be angry?"
Xu Jing was about to cut off the video, but Mo Zechuan said, "You can show it to others, but I can't?"
"Heh." Xu Jing sat on the sofa and rubbed his calves which were sore from dancing.
Mo Zechuan looked at him hammering away with an expressionless face, and his mind began to recall the scene in the training room in the evening, and his face turned red at the thought.
Looking at his straight legs, she couldn't help but swallow. "Xiao Zhou, I was wrong."
It’s unprecedented for a big boss to admit his mistakes.
In the past, he would have had time to listen to his nonsense, but now he has no interest.
Xu Jing continued to knead the calf muscles. Without any tools, manual force was enough.
It’s great to be able to solve things with your own hands even though you don’t have the advantages of Class A. At least you can save money.
"Xiao Zhou, maybe we can give it a try."
Mo Zechuan wasn't a stubborn old-fashioned person. He felt that Pei Yiming was right. He should give Xiao Zhou some personal space.
"I want you to be my boyfriend. We have an equal relationship. You can come to me anytime. As long as I'm free, I will agree to everything you want. Look, is that okay?"
Xu Jing sneered and said, "Who gave you advice?"
There is no such word as "compromise" in Mo Zechuan's dictionary. There is only tyranny and endless demands.
He was right to think so. It must have been his friends who gave him advice, allowing him to retreat in order to advance.
Xu Jing felt that no matter what, he and Mo Zechuan should part ways amicably. He couldn't push Mo Zechuan too far; pushing him into a corner wouldn't be good for anyone.
"You should take good care of your injuries."
"Yeah." Mo Zechuan nodded, and the rare words "well-behaved and docile" appeared in his description, making Xu Jing feel as if he was seeing an illusion.
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