Qin An told Qin Li exactly what happened that day.

"He was also very protective on the plane?"

Qin An nodded.

Qin Li was silent.

Why is Mo Ling so kind to her children?

What is his conspiracy?

"Mommy, I don't like that uncle."

Qin An expresses his thoughts very straightforwardly.

"Why? Is it because I am mediocre?"

"Ping Ping likes him very much, and..."

Qin Li felt that there must be something wrong with Qin An's hesitation, so he asked further, "And what?"

"And Pingping also said that he wants him to be our daddy."

Being a daddy?

Qin Li's eyes flashed slightly.

So, in the shopping mall, he wanted to take Ping Ping as his goddaughter, and it was not just a whim?

"Did he take the initiative to say that he wanted to be your daddy, or..."

"No, it was Ping Ping who suggested it."

Qin An made this very clear.

That's right, as she usually loves handsome guys, Mo Ling's appearance does meet her aesthetic standards.

It's not impossible to say that she wants him to be her father.

It’s just that...you can’t judge a person by his appearance!

Just as Brother Chen said, Mo Ling is too dangerous and she cannot let her children take risks!

"An'an, Mommy knows that you don't like that uncle, and Mommy doesn't like him either. So, we must protect Pingping together and prevent him from deceiving Pingping, okay?" Qin Li solemnly made an agreement with Qin An.

Qin An nodded heavily and stretched out his little finger reflexively.

uh~

Daqing An'an was also flattened~

"Pull the hook!"

If it can strengthen An An's sense of ritual, this will do!

"Master Mo, there is no news from the other side."

Mo Yi sat at the computer desk and looked back at Mo Ling helplessly.

"How is the Qilin Art Exhibition going?"

Mo Ling casually picked up the red wine glass and shook it gently.

The scarlet liquid hung on the wall of the cup, and then slowly dropped down.

"Lin Yao has been scolded by the Lin family and the Qin family. In the past few days, he has been calling you and waiting for you in the lobby of Feidu Building." Mo Yi said with a mocking smile, "Wasn't he very arrogant that day? Is it? I heard that these days, it is like a lost dog, which is very interesting."

"It's time to meet him."

Mo Ling drank down the red wine in the glass.

"Yes, Master Mo."

Mo Yi couldn't wait to see Lin Yao deflated, it would definitely be interesting.

The next day.

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo, stay here..."

When Lin Yao saw Mo Ling and Mo Yi, he immediately rushed forward like a dog.

Mo Yi stepped forward and dutifully put a distance between him and Mo Ling.

"Mr. Mo, I am Lin Yao. I wonder if you still remember me?"

Mo Ling glanced at him sideways and frowned slightly, as if he was trying to recall whether there was someone like him in his mind.

Without waiting for Mo Ling's response, Lin Yao froze in embarrassment, then continued to smile: "Mr. Mo, you have a lot of things to do. It doesn't matter if you don't remember me, a little person. Let me introduce you again. My name is Lin Yao. I was entrusted by the Qin family. Come and talk to you about the Qilin Art Exhibition."

"Qilin Art Exhibition?" Mo Ling raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes, Qilin Art Exhibition." Lin Yao nodded excitedly, "I was blind to the truth before, so I bumped into Mr. Mo. I hope you can be noble and forgive me for my ignorance before."

After saying that, Lin Yao closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and bowed deeply to Mo Ling.

He thought that his apology was sincere enough, and he would definitely have the opportunity to discuss cooperation with Mo Ling again, but in the end...

Mo Ling only glanced at him, then passed him and walked straight into the building.

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo..." Lin Yao straightened up, ran two steps in a hurry, and stopped them again, "Mr. Mo, are you going to give up on the Qilin Art Exhibition?"

Mo Ling stood still, a wave of emotion flashed through his deep eyes.

Lin Yao felt that he had spoken to Mo Ling's heart, so he continued to add confidently: "Mr. Mo, you don't want the Qilin Art Exhibition to end in your hands, right?"

"The end?"

Mo Ling's eyes became a little darker.

Lin Yao suddenly felt that the temperature around him was freezing and he could not help but shudder.

"Mr. Lin, you shouldn't be in your 70s or 80s, right?"

Lin Yao was stunned.

"Then why is the memory deterioration so severe?" Mo Ling raised his lips sarcastically, "In this year's Qilin Art Exhibition, there are only the Qin family and the Mo family, not the Lin family."

Lin Yao was speechless. He was about to use his identity as the son-in-law of the Qin family to argue, but then he remembered how he was disliked by Mo Ling when he introduced himself as a family member two days ago.

After thinking again and again, he reorganized his words: "Mr. Mo, are you free tomorrow? Xiner and I will come to visit you and discuss the Qilin Art Exhibition."

"Our Lord Mo is very busy. We are fully booked for the next two or three days."

"Then... what do you think about Saturday? Xin'er and I will make sure to arrange the relevant matters and make sure not to waste your time."

Lin Yao then proposed again, fearing that Mo Ling would use Mo Yi's words to reject him again.

Mo Yi asked Mo Ling for instructions, and then replied: "Okay, then it will be at 2 o'clock on Saturday afternoon. I hope Miss Qin will do what she says."

Lin Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and echoed with a doggy smile: "Yes, yes, I will definitely take Xiner to the appointment on time, and I will never cause any trouble to you, Mr. Mo."

After Lin Yao left, Mo Yi still couldn't figure it out: "Master Mo, we are obviously free in the next few days, why do you want to..."

"Am I empty?"

Mo Ling asked him back, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Not empty, not empty, Lord Mo, your schedule is very full."

Mo Yi hurriedly took over, fearing that if he was a step too late, Mo Ling would be sent to a remote area to "do hard work".

He hasn't enjoyed enough of this leisurely and relaxed life now!

After one hour.

[Our reporter has received the latest news. The head of the Qin family will abdicate in the near future. The new head of the family will be taken over by Qin Xin, the legitimate daughter of the Qin family. At the same time, the new head of the Qin family will also announce a major event at the takeover ceremony. Please stay tuned. expect. 】

Qin Ping came across this video accidentally.

In less than 10 minutes, this news topped the hot search list, directly dominating the list.

[I heard that Miss Qin Xin, the daughter of the Qin family, is kind-hearted and talented. She is indeed worthy of her reputation. 】

[Yes, yes, I heard that Miss Qin and Master Lin are more in love than each other. The big news mentioned in the news is that they are going to announce their marriage, right? 】

【looking forward to! congratulations! 】

……

The comment section below was peaceful, filled with people who were fawning over the Qin family and the Lin family.

Qin Ping rubbed the mouse in his hand with his fingers and raised a sneer.

The legitimate daughter of the Qin family?

Is she, Qin Xin, worthy?

At this time, Qin Ping saw a message and his eyes lit up─

[Didn’t the Qin family’s legitimate daughter die in the sea five years ago? This Qin Xin can be considered a concubine at best. 】

It seems that there are still sensible people among the melon-eating crowd~

Unfortunately, this message only appeared for a second, and was quickly covered by other heated discussions and disappeared without a trace.

The control review is quite timely!

I just don’t know if they can stop the crowd!

If she guessed correctly, Qin Xin would not only succeed to the throne that day, but with a high probability, they would also announce that the Qin family and the Mo family would jointly hold a Qilin painting exhibition.

Or, announcing the succession at the Qilin Art Exhibition is also a gimmick and breaking news...

It seems that her plan has to be slightly changed.

[Mr. Mo, I can consider your request now. 】

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