After finally getting a good night's rest, Jiang Mo spent the whole morning working hard, leaving him as exhausted as an ox.
"Wife, I'm your husband, not theirs."
"Just remember that. One more time."
Wen Yan lightly kissed Jiang Mo's lips, "Hurry up!"
"Wife, I... I want to rest."
"No, I won't let you rest. Hurry, Mo Mo."
Jiang Mo was on the verge of tears. Whose wife had such boundless energy, being so excessive even in broad daylight!
Fortunately, it was a day off, and there was nothing else to do, so the two of them fooled around until noon.
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Luo Jinghui naturally saw the trending search as well, his face darkening like the bottom of a pot, his fists clenched, suppressing his anger.
His magazine had only sold a little over a hundred thousand copies, completely overshadowed by Jiang Mo's. Most importantly, he had lost the bet this time!
Jiang Mo would be gloating again.
Sure enough, Jiang Mo sent a message.
【Brother Jinghui, I heard your magazine sold a little over a hundred thousand copies. Mine sold out long ago. I think I won this time. Remember to fulfill the bet properly.】
Luo Jinghui trembled with anger.
【Got it, I remember!】
Jiang Mo: 【Just checking. Thought you might have forgotten. I didn't expect my magazine sales to be so good. Maybe your four small ribs weren't appealing to elementary school students.】
Luo Jinghui was so angry he spat blood, and he slammed his phone to the ground.
Damn it!
Jiang Mo even dared to provoke him!
Jiang Mo triumphantly curled his lips, already imagining Luo Jinghui's frustrated appearance, probably smashing his phone in anger.
Wen Yan sat in Jiang Mo's arms, "What are you smiling about?"
Jiang Mo deliberately raised his eyebrows, "Luo Jinghui lost the bet he made with me yesterday. Today I'm making him fulfill it. He's probably furious, maybe even smashing his phone right now. My predictions are usually very accurate."
Wen Yan gently tapped the tip of Jiang Mo's nose, "Mo Mo, you're so bad."
Jiang Mo shrugged his shoulders, "He insisted on betting with me. I didn't force him."
"Besides, I have my wife to back me up. What am I afraid of?"
Jiang Mo secretly kissed his wife's face, hugging her slender waist, unwilling to get out of bed.
"Mommy, Daddy, wake up, no lunch."
The little dumpling patted the door, her little eyebrows furrowed into caterpillars.
If they didn't get up for lunch, Mommy and Daddy were too lazy.
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Jiang Mo immediately jumped out of bed when he heard his baby's voice.
"Tangtang is calling us to get up. It's already noon. Hurry up and get up. Baby must think Mommy and Daddy are lazy."
Wen Yan slowly sat up, messy strands of hair falling on her shoulders, like a lazy cat.
"Help me get my clothes."
"Okay."
Jiang Mo took the clothes from the closet and put them on, and then got a set of clothes for Wen Yan.
"Put them on quickly. I'll open the door for the baby."
Jiang Mo opened the door, and the little one stood on the ground, frowning.
"Tangtang, Daddy worked too hard last night, so he slept in a bit."
The little dumpling said in a milky voice, "Daddy sleep until noon, no eat."
Jiang Mo smiled awkwardly, "Daddy is getting up now. We'll have lunch in a little while. Did you have breakfast?"
"Eat food, Tangtang get up early."
"What a diligent baby. Our little Tangtang is so diligent."
Jiang Mo picked up the little one, "Let's go have lunch together."
"Mommy eat together."
Wen Yan nodded lightly, having changed her clothes, "Okay."
It felt like it was just a moment ago they were playing, and now it was already noon. Time flies.
On the other side.
Luo Jinghui immediately posted a Weibo.
#【Jiang Mo is my big brother, I, Luo Jinghui, am not as good as Jiang Mo!】
——【Ah! What's going on? Why did my brother suddenly post this?】
——【I don't understand. Is it because the sales weren't good this time?】
——【Jiang Mo sold out in minutes. Luo Jinghui still has hundreds of thousands of copies left.】
——【That's terrible. Luo Jinghui really lost badly this time. He even called Jiang Mo big brother?!】
——【Did Luo Jinghui acknowledge Jiang Mo as his big brother?】
Jiang Mo completely won this magazine sales battle.
Fu Jinzhou watched Jiang Mo become more and more popular, unable to even focus on the documents, and directly contacted the company.
"Schedule a magazine shoot for me."
"Young Master Fu, aren't you working at Fu's Group now? Why do you suddenly want to schedule a magazine shoot?"
Fu Jinzhou said impatiently, "Do I need to report to you what I, this young master, do? Schedule a magazine shoot for me immediately, for this afternoon."
The staff member immediately agreed, "Yes, Young Master Fu, we will prepare for you immediately."
At this time, Fu Songyun pushed the door in, "Jin Zhou, how is the project going?"
"Dad, don't worry, I definitely won't let you down this time."
Fu Songyun patted Fu Jinzhou's shoulder, "Dad believes in you. Let's have lunch together."
"Okay."
Fu Jinzhou didn't tell Fu Songyun that he was going to shoot for a magazine. Fu Songyun wouldn't agree anyway. He just wanted to suppress Jiang Mo!
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Jiang Mo picked up his phone and showed it to Wen Yan, "He posted it. Luo Jinghui really posted it."
"He's probably furious. He thought he would win, but he didn't expect to lose."
Jiang Mo laughed even louder.
Wen Yan said helplessly, "So happy?"
"Of course. I won."
Jiang Mo ate while looking at his phone.
The little dumpling picked up her father's phone and said seriously, "Daddy eat, no look phone."
"Okay, okay, Daddy will eat and won't look at his phone. You little one, you're quite worried."
Jiang Mo pinched the baby's little face, which felt quite good.
The dumpling patted her father's arm, urging him, "Daddy, eat rice good."
"Okay, Daddy will eat properly. You have to eat properly too."
The father and daughter were leaning on the table eating together.
At this moment, a message suddenly popped up on the phone.
Uncle: 【Mo Mo, are you free this afternoon? Let's have a meal.】
Jiang Mo: 【I'm free, I'm available in the evening, I have to spend the afternoon with my daughter.】
Uncle: 【Daughter, okay then, let's do evening, I'll introduce you to someone else too.】
Jiang Mo: 【Who?】
Uncle: 【I won't tell you now, you'll know when you come.】
Jiang Mo: 【Okay.】
"Wife, Third Master Gu wants me to have dinner with him tonight, said he wants me to meet some friend, it's all mysterious."
Wen Yan looked at Jiang Mo suspiciously, "He seems to like you quite a bit."
"Maybe it's because I look a bit like him. We have some kind of connection. He couldn't bring himself to hurt me back then."
Jiang Mo proudly raised his eyebrows, "That's why I'm not afraid at all."
"You're so confident. What if he really does attack you and cuts off your arms and legs?"
Jiang Mo shook his head, "No, I don't think he will. I'm good at judging people."
"I always feel like there is a strange familiarity about him."
