100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 984 Su Muzhe

Shen Jinhuan never cared about the way others looked at him.

But normally they admire or covet it, so why are they all acting like they've seen a ghost?!

She paused for a moment.

But Zhou Yatang was definitely here and hadn't gone to the wrong place!

So, with some doubts in her heart but a calm demeanor on the surface, the young girl walked straight towards Zhou Yatang.

As soon as I sat down, the young man next to me sprang up with a "whoosh"!

"Too...too...too milky!"

So shocked was he momentarily speechless, stammering and unable to utter a complete sentence! To be honest, before Mo Qian jumped up, some people had indeed thought that this girl was Mo Qian's daughter. Even if their ages didn't match, it was still more plausible than seeing a ghost.

However, after Mo Qian shouted "Grandma!", everyone's hearts finally died. Damn, I really saw a ghost!

"Who is your name?"

She glanced uncertainly at Mo Yi, then looked around and saw that even the people serving the dishes were young and strong men.

Well, this is such a big private room, and she's the only woman there.

The little girl's eyes immediately turned fierce. Girls hate it when people say they're fat or old. Even if she's lived for thousands of years and is indeed old, her age can increase. If you call me "Grandma," you're a turtle bastard!

"You are my great-grandmother!"

Aside from the hairstyle, everything else is the same!

Mo Qian's feelings were incredibly complicated! "You've mistaken me for someone else." She silently pulled her chair closer to Zhou Yatang, her disdain obvious.

Seeing that Mo Yi was still going to persist, Zhou Yatang, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up to interrupt.

"Huanhuan is my fiancée. Please be mindful of your behavior, Mr. Mo."

"I!"

He wanted to say something more, but under Zhou Yatang's gaze, he pursed his lips and said nothing more.

The others, as well, wisely and carefully withdrew their gazes.

I dared not look any longer.

Zhou Yatang didn't speak up immediately because he wasn't sure if what Mo Qian said was true or false.

After all, this little girl is no ordinary person.

It is known that she has existed for a very long time, so it is normal for her to have a past, and it is even normal for her to have a family, children, and grandchildren.

If she really has offspring.

That Moxi was her great-grandson.

This feeling of suddenly becoming someone's great-grandfather is too strange.

So much so that Zhou Yatang dared not speak.

"Serve the food!" Although the head waiter hadn't seen the photo, he could guess from everyone's reactions that the little girl really did look a lot like Mo Qian's great-grandmother.

However, most people within the system are perceptive.

The situation has become so ugly, how can we proceed with the follow-up work?

They immediately ordered food and started eating, wanting to put this matter behind them for now.

However, to be fair, I only caught a glimpse of the little girl wearing a hat from afar during the last conference in the capital. I didn't get a clear look at her face at the time. But seeing her today, she is indeed beautiful. No wonder a man like Zhou Yatang would fall for her.

After sitting down and calming down, Mo Qian realized that he had acted impulsively.

He glanced at the girl beside him several times, his eyes filled with complex emotions, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Halfway through the meal, I couldn't resist asking while pouring drinks for others, "Little sister, you really look a lot like my great-grandmother. If you don't believe me, I'll show you a picture!"

As he spoke, he pushed his phone towards her, carefully observing her reaction to the group photo.

In the photo, a beautiful woman leans lazily against a rickshaw.

A tall, muscular man stood beside the rickshaw.

"Look, these are my great-grandfather and my great-grandmother."

"She's not your great-grandmother."

"Impossible!" "Your great-grandfather was me, my maternal grandmother's coachman."

"impossible!"

"Was your great-grandfather named Mo Jing?"

"Yes! You know him?"

“I know him. My maternal grandmother gave him this name because she thought he talked too much, so she gave him the single character ‘Jing’ (quiet).

"impossible!"

Jin Huan was never one to have a good temper, and this idiot kept saying "impossible." She frowned and angrily slammed her chopsticks on the table: "Impossible? What's impossible? I just... my grandma could never have such an ugly great-grandson as you!"