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

287 Help My Uncle Save Some Money

Gu Qin asked the waiter for an empty bowl and helped Qu Lin pick up some food while the waiter heated the meat slices for her.
“Little Yuan, you seem to be on good terms with your uncle,” he said.

Qu Lin rolled her eyes at him.
“Isn’t that obvious? They’re uncle and nephew.
If uncle doesn’t treat his niece well, would he treat you well?”

Gu Qin was speechless.
Why did he agree to Su Yuan’s request to sign someone like Qu Lin into the company? Was it too late to kick her out now?

Gu Qin decided to change the topic.
“Little Yuan, we’ve already been kicked out of Agency A.
Pei Xifan won’t be able to do much.
Should we kick Zhou Jun out?”

Su Yuan ate a piece of brown sugar candy, thought for a while, and said, “Other than requesting for Chen Yi to become a great teacher, the other party has no intention of being hostile to us.
Let’s wait and see.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Qu Lin said.
“However, to be honest, Big Boss Chen, or Chen Yi, seemed to have been helping Little Yuan all this time.
We were so embarrassed today.
The dance we prepared for a month crashed into someone else’s dance.
What a coincidence! We were the ones who finished Candy’s dance.
It must have been Zhang Yi, that bastard! Little Yuan feels so aggrieved.
She clearly has the ability to enter Class A, but she’s entering Class F with me.
Fortunately, when Big Boss Chen came, the atmosphere immediately changed.
There was actually such a magical thing as the reversal card.
You weren’t there, so the instructors couldn’t sit still.
That expression of Big Boss Chen’s was equivalent to four people’s.
He single-handedly took care of all four of the irresponsible instructors! He’s so good, I don’t want him to leave.
Little Yuan, don’t replace him.”

Qu Lin’s words also spoke Su Yuan’s mind.

“Gu Qin, regarding the proposal, Chen Yi has indeed let me down.
With him around, he can help me block many hidden arrows.
As for Zhou Jun, I think that since he can make Chen Yi a great teacher, they might know each other.
Let’s just wait and see.
Besides…” Su Yuan paused.
“Kicking Zhou Jun out means that I have to fill the 400 million hole.
I’d better save some money for my uncle.”

Gu Qin was speechless.
After all that, the last sentence was the main point, right?

…

“Yes, President Mo, the Madam is tidying up… I understand.
I’ll ask Madam for her opinion when she comes out… Ah? Breakfast? Aunt Du has made Madam’s favorite pie and milk… Okay, I’ll go tell Aunt Du to make a fried egg for Madam.
Yes, okay, and make a cup of corn and cucumber juice for Madam.”

Ten minutes later, Su Yuan came downstairs with no makeup on her face.
“Eh? Assistant Fu, you’re so early today.”

“Good morning, Madam.” After Fu Wen greeted Su Yuan, he took the initiative to go upstairs to help Su Yuan with her luggage.

Mo Ting had helped Su Yuan pack her luggage, which consisted of two extra-large pieces.
Su Yuan didn’t want to take both, so she only brought the pink one to the bedroom door.

Fu Wen was stunned for a moment before he called Mo Ting and reported the situation.

“What color did she take?”

“Pink,” Fu Wen replied.

Mo Ting’s tone was helpless.
“Forget it.
I knew she would only take one.
It’s my fault.
I packed too many things for her.
The little girl probably thinks it’s heavy.
I’ll send it to her when I have time to return to the villa.”

Fu Wen immediately caught on to the main point, “So President Mo was the one who packed the Madam’s luggage! Oh my God, was President Mo allowed to touch the Madam’s personal clothing now? It seems their relationship is developing well! But why did President Mo’s tone sound like he was pampering his daughter?”

After hanging up the phone, Fu Wen carried his suitcase downstairs.
Just as he reached the ground floor, he heard Su Yuan complaining, “Aunt Du, if you continue to feed me like this, I’m going to become a 200-pound fat girl!”

“Aiyo, Madam, you’re exaggerating.
Look at how thin you’ve become.
Your waist is so thin that it’s not even as thick as my legs.
I’m afraid that the wind will blow you away again one day,” Aunt Du responded.

Su Yuan complained but didn’t leave a single bite of breakfast on the plate; she ate it all.
Finally, she had a glass of hot milk and felt completely full.

“Madam, are we going by car or by helicopter?” Fu Wen asked.

“A helicopter?” Su Yuan was stunned for two seconds before realizing that Mo Ting had gone on a business trip, and the helicopter was still parked in the backyard.
She narrowed her eyes and asked, “Assistant Fu, is this Uncle’s rotten idea? There are so many people in the Creation Camp.
Where do you think I should hide the helicopter? If I let everyone see me get off the helicopter, do I still need to participate in the talent show?”