The only one who loves him, after marriage, he is powerful and Mr. Mo flirts with him every night

"Nonsense." Mo Yinchuan rolled his eyes at him.

As the two were chatting, there was a knock on the study door. The door was pushed open and Jiang Yixi walked in.

"Good evening, Daddy. Hello, Uncle Bai. Let's get ready for dinner. Where's Mommy?" Jiang Yixi glanced at the two elders who had calm expressions and greeted them without any shyness.

"Okay, thank you Yixi. Mommy is a little tired today. Let's not disturb her to rest. We'll be there soon." Mo Yinchuan said and gave Bai Youming a look, indicating him to get up and go downstairs to eat.

Since we had children at home, dinner has been very punctual, especially for Jiang Tang Guoguo, who cannot afford to be late for a meal.

"Welcome Uncle Bai, I'm Yixi." Jiang Yixi stood at the door like a little gentleman waiting for the two elders to join him.

"Thank you Yixi, your father is so good at keeping secrets. Uncle will prepare a gift for you another day, okay?" Bai Youming didn't expect that Jiang Yixi and Mo Yinchuan looked so similar, they were simply cast in the same mold.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are exactly the same. In comparison, Jiang Tang Guoguo looks more like Tang Tang.

"Uncle Bai, you're welcome. I'm not Xiao Guoguo." Jiang Yixi stood politely waiting for Mo Yinchuan and Bai Youming to leave first.

"Yixi, was it Guoguo who told you that my last name is Bai?" Bai Youming was a little curious about how Jiang Yixi knew my last name was Bai. It might also be that the housekeeper reminded him in advance, Bai Youming thought.

"No, Guoguo is making trouble in the kitchen and has no time to pay attention to me." Jiang Yixi said calmly.

"Then how did you know?" It couldn't be that the butler really said that.

"Uncle Bai, don't guess. We have already done some understanding of the people around our father in advance." Jiang Yixi seemed to be able to see through the question mark in Bai Youming's heart.

"Chuan, it seems that you can't just eat your family's food casually in the future. A tiger father will have a dog son, and the disciple is better than the master." Bai Youming finally understood that the boy in front of him was not on the same level as Jiang Tang Guoguo, even though they were born from the same brother.

"With your IQ, you can still eat for a few more years without any problem." Mo Yinchuan patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Is the other son like this too?" Bai Youming felt a little lucky.

"Yes." In just one second, Mo Yinchuan shattered all his fantasies.

"Oh... Should I sell you out in exchange for some benefits?" Bai Youming suddenly felt that he should find a new backer.

"Your IQ hasn't declined to this extent." Mo Yinchuan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Hehe..." Bai Youming laughed dryly twice, and he just thought about it, but didn't dare to do it.

Sure enough, when I went downstairs, I saw another small person who looked exactly like Mo Yinchuan, leading Jiang Tang Guoguo out of the kitchen.

"Good evening, Daddy. Good evening, Uncle Bai." Jiang Yiheng looked up and saw the three people coming down from upstairs and greeted them calmly.

Mo Yinchuan nodded and greeted Yiheng, then turned around and told Bai Youming Jiang Yiheng's name.

"Good evening, Yiheng." After an entire afternoon of various shocks, Bai Youming still couldn't feel numb.

His deep black eyes wandered between Jiang Yixi and Jiang Yiheng, trying to find the differences in details between the two so as to easily recognize who was who.

In the end, it was discovered that it was difficult to find the difference between the two in appearance. The only way to tell who was who was that Yixi's naturally cold temperament was more like Mo Yinchuan. The two were exactly alike, while Jiang Yiheng, on the other hand, was relatively cold but also a bit rebellious and cynical, and there was often a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

When the two stand together, it is not difficult to distinguish them by their temperament. However, if they are separated, it may not be so easy to recognize who is who.

"Uncle Bai, if you meet each other a few more times, it won't be difficult to tell who is who between us." Jiang Yiheng said as he settled his sister down to sit down, as if he could see through Bai Youming's thoughts.

"Thank you Yiheng for the invitation. The chef at No. 1 Mansion is famous for his excellent cooking skills. I must come more often to eat unconditionally." Bai Youming was not embarrassed when his thoughts were seen through by a child, and he generously praised himself.

"Where's Mommy?" Jiang Yiheng ignored him and turned to ask Jiang Yixi.

"Mommy is a little tired. Don't disturb her to rest for now. I'll ask her to eat something later." Mo Yinchuan explained patiently again and again.

This was also the first time that Bai Youming saw Mo Yinchuan being analyzed for the same question so many times. If it were someone else, and asked the same question over and over again, he would have sent him to Africa to feed elephants long ago.

Bai Youming smiled with a gloating look.

Mo Yinchuan ignored him and ate his meal as usual. Occasionally, he and his two sons would take care of Jiang Tang Guoguo's food, as if all the men in the family were worried that the little girl was not eating enough.

"Dad, the public opinion this afternoon was not very good." Jiang Yixi looked at his father somewhat implicitly.

"Well, Yixi is too conservative. The public opinion in the afternoon is not bad, but a bit dirty." Mo Yinchuan said as he put a piece of beef into Jiang Yixi's bowl.

"Thank you, Daddy. I don't think Daddy has any purpose in letting me do this." Jiang Yixi's expression was exactly the same as Mo Yinchuan's, which made Bai Youming on the side marvel at it.

Regardless of the quality of the chef, the conversation and expressions between the father and son alone are worth watching.

"Mommy wanted to let this matter take its course. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and I won't let Mommy suffer any injustice, okay." Mo Yinchuan also put a big shrimp into Jiang Yiheng's bowl.

"Dad, Guoguo wants some too." Jiang Tang Guoguo, whose bowl was already piled up to his nose, jumped out to show his presence when he saw his father picking up food for his two brothers.

"Okay." Mo Yinchuan smiled faintly and picked up a piece for her.

"Thank you, Dad." Jiang Tang Guoguo thanked him sweetly, and then divided some of the food in the bowl between her two brothers on the left and right.

The two brothers picked up the food and put it into their mouths without any disgust. These details looked warm and loving, and Bai Youming was envious.

"Mommy wants to use this opportunity to see the true faces of some old friends, right?" Jiang Yiheng asked as he scooped a spoonful of soup and fed it to Jiang Tang Guoguo's mouth.

"I guess so. Maybe this is also one of the important purposes of her return this time." Mo Yinchuan answered without hesitation.

"Well, let's just wait and see what happens with Daddy." Jiang Yixi concluded with his face tilted to the side.

"Yeah." Mo Yinchuan nodded.

The two genius sons care more about their father's examination than Jiang Tiantian himself. Mo Yinchuan feels that he cannot take it lightly, otherwise he will easily be labeled as unqualified by his sons.

After dinner, Jiang Yixi and Jiang Yiheng took Jiang Tang Guoguo to play in the garden, one to keep them company, the other to help them digest their food. Bai Youming, who was full of novelty, also followed the three of them and interacted with them.

Mo Yinchuan went straight back to his study, firstly to deal with unfinished business, and secondly to learn about the professional team's analysis of the source of the spread of negative public opinion.

At present, those who are jumping around on the surface are just the popular ones, and the people behind the scenes who have malicious intentions towards Jiang Tiantian have not officially surfaced.

However, if there is a vine, you can follow it until you touch the real melon.

This kind of thing is not a problem for Mo Yinchuan's team, and I believe there will be results soon.

After checking the time, Mo Yinchuan went downstairs to settle Jiang Tang Guoguo down. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yixi had already helped Jiang Tang Guoguo finish washing up and was telling a bedtime story in the little princess' room.

Bai Youming was playing Go with Jiang Yiheng. Bai Youming, who always believed that he was ranked high in the international rankings, was facing a precarious fate, and his handsome eyebrows were tangled into a knot.

His face was full of resentment.

Jiang Yiheng was very graceful and did not rush him, but waited quietly for him to think.

Mo Yinchuan walked over, took a look at the chessboard, smiled knowingly, turned around and left. In his opinion, Bai Youming had no chance of coming back from the dead.

After living together for a short time, Mo Yinchuan observed that he did not need to worry or urge his two sons about their daily routines. They had their own strict self-requirements and knew how to ensure adequate sleep.

"Uncle Bai, I should go to bed in half an hour. If we can't finish it today, we can fight again another day." Jiang Yiheng was not worried about Bai Youming coming back to life or asking for outside help.

"Hmm? Time flies so fast? Well, let's fix the chess game and play again another day." Bai Youming felt a little unsatisfied.

"Okay, do you need a housekeeper to help your uncle prepare a guest room?" Jiang Yiheng's warmth towards others is reflected in the details.

"Thank you, Heng. No thanks." He was familiar with the guest rooms here. For Bai Youming, it was still very early and his nightlife was just about to begin.

"Okay, if you don't stay overnight, please drive safely." Jiang Yiheng sensibly saw Bai Youming out.

"Aren't you afraid that I will have time to figure out a way out?" Bai Youming was a little unwilling to give up.

"Not afraid." Jiang Yiheng replied calmly.

First, Jiang Yiheng was confident that no matter how Bai Youming broke through, he would be able to defeat him. Second, the game was at this point, and there was no way to turn the tide.