My ex-husband thought I was obsessed with him [Rebirth]

"You don't take good care of your husband and raise your children all day long, and you are looking for your sister-in-law's business!" Mr. Mo looked dissatisfied, "I think you just eat too much salt, and you are in a hurry!"

Zhang Yun was a little aggrieved, but she didn't dare to contradict, so she could only grit her teeth and stand where she was for training.

"From now on, don't meddle in your brother's family affairs. Don't think I don't know anything about the stupid things you did!"

Mr. Mo raised his voice and hit the ground with his cane, "I used to think that you just had a bad personality, so I barely tolerated you.

Now, you are ambitious, do you feel that the Mo family can't tolerate you anymore?If you do something harmful and let me catch the evidence, you are ready to divorce the third child, where should you go, you hear me! "

No matter how troublesome it was before, Mr. Mo never said anything about divorce. Zhang Yun immediately panicked when he heard it, and quickly blamed him, "I didn't mean to trouble my sister-in-law, Cheng Huan was watching, so I found out! "

Mo Shengkang glared at Zhang Yun, he had not been trained enough, and he wanted to drag his son into the water!

"Idiot." Mr. Mo couldn't listen anymore, he waved his hand to tell Zhang Yun to go away quickly, it was really an eyesore.

With this kind of IQ, how could it be possible for the nursing staff to start and find a new doctor to prescribe medicine?

Seeing Zhang Yun holding back tears and walking away, Mo Shengkang stepped forward obediently and apologized for his wife.

"Dad, I'm sorry, Zhang Yun doesn't know about aunt's love of wearing cheongsam." Mo Shengkang lowered his head, his attitude was extremely sincere.

"Auntie?" Elder Mo squinted, and snorted coldly, "I only have one wife, Shanshan, according to what you call me, can I still have three wives and four concubines?"

"Dad, that's not what I meant." Mo Shengkang bowed his head deeply.

"Think about it, if Shanshan hadn't been kind back then, I pity you, you and Mo Duoduo would never have been able to enter this house!" Mr. Mo glared.

"Now you don't even call "Mom" in a serious voice, I think you have a good life and don't want to live!"

Mo Shengkang raised his head, looked at Mr. Mo, with a guilty expression on his face, "I know that without Mom, my sister and I would not be where we are today. Dad, I was wrong. Don't be angry, it's not good for your health."

Looking at the son with no ambitions in front of him, Mr. Mo didn't bother to say much, and got up on crutches, "The only contribution you two have made is to give birth to this child Cheng Huan."

Mo Shengkang nodded in agreement.

"You still have the nerve to nod!" Mr. Mo raised his crutches and was about to hit someone. Mo Shengkang hugged his head and shrunk his shoulders cowardly, seeing that Mr. Mo suddenly lost his temper.

"Forget it." Mr. Mo turned around speechlessly, "When Cheng Huan comes, let him meet me in the old house."

"Okay, Dad!" Seeing that he had escaped, Mo Shengkang happily sent him off, "Dad, go slowly!"

Mr. Mo glared at Mo Shengkang angrily, and left quickly.

"If Sheng Kang had one-tenth of Sheng Huan, I would be able to train him well." Mr. Mo sat in the car with an angry expression on his face, "It's thanks to me that he got married early, otherwise the Mo family would not even have a decent heir. nothing."

Secretary Li maintains a professional smile and does not interfere with the master's family affairs, which is one of the secretary's basic principles.

"Cheng Huan, although he has a bit of talent, he's still a little young and not stable enough." Mr. Mo looked at the car window and sighed.

"It would be great if Shenghuan didn't get sick."

"Master Shenghuan, there are signs of improvement now."

It is the secretary's duty to comfort the boss, Secretary Li said softly, "You don't have to worry too much."

Mr. Mo pondered for a moment, then moved his eyes, "Xiao Li, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, isn't it?"

"One more week." Secretary Li nodded.

"Call the children over and have a gathering in the old house." Mr. Mo thought thoughtfully, "Ask Xiao An if you can bring Sheng Huan too."

"This..." Secretary Li was a little surprised, "Master Sheng Huan has not appeared at a family banquet for more than ten years, if he suddenly appeared..."

"Yes, I just want to let some people know that Shenghuan's situation has improved." Mr. Mo smiled, with a little murderous look in his eyes, "I want to see who can't sit still."

"But..." Secretary Li felt a little dangerous.

"I'm getting old, how many more years can I keep Shenghuan?"

Mr. Mo glanced at Secretary Li, knowing it well, "If I don't make a dangerous move now, I will choke off the threat. After I die, the party will be even more difficult!"

"Besides, Xiao An is also with Sheng Huan." Mr. Mo thought of the boy, who unabashedly loved the house, "That child, I feel good, is someone who can live with Sheng Huan for a long time."

A weekend passed without blinking an eye. When An Nuo was in class, he found a pile of blank paper on the desk. Qi Cheng sat beside him and handed out a pen, smiling all over his face.

"Dad, sign your name."

"Son, what a fat thing." An Nuo took the pen and saw that the students around her were holding back their smiles. These papers were obviously everyone's masterpiece.

"After watching your live broadcast, we all agreed that you are very rich, so hurry up and sign for us. You will become famous in the future, so we can brag about it." Qi Cheng cheered, "Hurry up, dad, we can finish signing before class."

Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, An Nuo bowed his head and quickly signed on the paper, while Qi Cheng drew a sheet beside him, to match An Nuo's speed and improve efficiency.

The first class was digital communication. An Nuo sat at the back, but was repeatedly asked by the professor to answer questions. Fortunately, there was a preview yesterday.

It was the same situation in the second class, An Nuo was called up five or six times in the two classes, and Qi Cheng next to her was so frightened that she didn't dare to touch the fish.

"Brother, this is the trouble of being popular." Qi Cheng gloated, and took the phone over, "The school Weixin official account has pushed the opening ceremony performance, and your photo is the cover. In the past, the cover was the principal's speech. You put The principal has been pushed down."

An Nuo looked at herself in the photo, it seemed that she had finished her work.

The skin is good like a star, and the pores are invisible. The makeup of the girls is very photogenic. The light peach-pink eye shadow fits the youthful temperament very well. The dew-like clear eyes are bright and moist, and the whole person seems to be shining.

It seems that a cup of milk tea is hard to repay this kindness.

"I can already predict that in the next week or even a month, you will be taken special care of by curious professors, why don't we briefly end our friendship at the same table and give you a seat away from me." Qi Cheng smiled hippiely.

"Then let me redeem our father-son relationship." An Nuo took out her campus card, "Today at noon, I invite you to eat fried vegetables in the school cafeteria."

"I want braised pork ribs." Qi Cheng froze for a moment.

After class that afternoon, An Nuo immediately trotted into the car, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Secretary Li in the car, looking at him with a professional smile.

"Master An, I need your help with something."

Seeing An Nuo getting into the car, Secretary Li slowed down his speech, and talked about bringing Mo Shenghuan to a family banquet during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It seemed like a trivial matter, but there were many things behind it.

In 10 minutes, Secretary Li analyzed the pros and cons to An Nuo. After listening carefully for a while, An Nuo felt that what the old man did was fine, but An Nuo couldn't decide whether to go or not, it depended on his uncle's wishes.

Promising to give Secretary Li an answer tomorrow, An Nuo returned to the villa, and Aunt Yang immediately brought a glass of water for An Nuo to moisten her throat.

The second floor is quiet, presumably uncle is reading according to the schedule.An Nuo took out her phone and opened the microphone, and unexpectedly saw a private message, which was an invitation to sign a contract with the platform.

The official invitation to sign a contract means that there will be a basic salary after a certain period of broadcast every month. An Nuo sat up straight, feeling secretly excited.

For game anchors, Micaw has two ways to sign a contract, one is gift signing, and the basic salary is given to the anchor according to the gift rank received by the anchor every month.

There is also a traffic contract. It is required to broadcast 24 days a month, more than 4 hours a day, and the number of people watching the live broadcast every day is used as the basic salary standard.

The basic salary is [-] for [-] views, and [-] for [-] views, and so on.

An Nuo was not favored by the authorities in her previous life. She first joined the guild and suffered countless losses. After struggling for a while, she finally found the opportunity to sign a contract with the platform.

As a game anchor who focuses on daily life, the gifts will be relatively less, and An Nuo is more inclined to choose traffic signing.

An Nuo was fiddling with the electronic contract, Aunt Yang came over quietly, and mysteriously took out her mobile phone.

"Master An, let me show you something."

An Nuo leaned over curiously, and recognized Aunt Yang's back on the phone at a glance.

"Where is Mr. Mo?" An Nuo continued to look, only to see his uncle standing at the door of a certain room, motionless.

The door of the room looked familiar, An Nuo looked around and immediately spotted the target.

It is a soundproof room for my live broadcast.

"During my live broadcast, Mr. Mo just stood at the door like this?" An Nuo subconsciously sat up straight, eyes full of disbelief.

"Yeah." Aunt Yang nodded sympathetically, "Maybe it's because of the room."

"Room?" An Nuo was a little puzzled.

"I only figured it out later." Aunt Yang sighed, "Do you know what that room was used for?"

An Nuo looked at the live broadcast room, it was well soundproofed, the floor and walls were all soft, and there was only a narrow window, and it was so high that people couldn't reach it.

These conditions add up to...

An Nuo was stunned for a moment.

"When the young master hurt himself before, we had no choice but to put him in that room.

More than ten years have passed, and that room has been empty. I almost forgot what happened there, but I didn't expect the young master to still remember it. "

Aunt Yang looked at the boy, her eyes were full of pleading.

"Although I know it's offensive, but when you are live broadcasting, can you occasionally let the young master see you and let the young master know that you are fine.

Master really, really cares about you. "