Master Mo, Your Wife’s Multiple Identities Are Online Again

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“Yes, President Mo, the Madam is tidying up… I understand.
I’ll ask Madam for her opinion when she comes out… Ah? Breakfast? Aunt Du has made Madam’s favorite pie and milk… Okay, I’ll go tell Aunt Du to make a fried egg for Madam.
Yes, okay, and make a cup of corn and cucumber juice for Madam.”

Ten minutes later, Su Yuan came downstairs with no makeup on her face.
“Eh? Assistant Fu, you’re so early today.”

“Good morning, Madam.” After Fu Wen greeted Su Yuan, he took the initiative to go upstairs to help Su Yuan with her luggage.

Mo Ting had helped Su Yuan pack her luggage, which consisted of two extra-large pieces.
Su Yuan didn’t want to take both, so she only brought the pink one to the bedroom door.

Fu Wen was stunned for a moment before he called Mo Ting and reported the situation.

“What color did she take?”

“Pink,” Fu Wen replied.

Mo Ting’s tone was helpless.
“Forget it.
I knew she would only take one.
It’s my fault.
I packed too many things for her.
The little girl probably thinks it’s heavy.
I’ll send it to her when I have time to return to the villa.”

Fu Wen immediately caught on to the main point, “So President Mo was the one who packed the Madam’s luggage! Oh my God, was President Mo allowed to touch the Madam’s personal clothing now? It seems their relationship is developing well! But why did President Mo’s tone sound like he was pampering his daughter?”

After hanging up the phone, Fu Wen carried his suitcase downstairs.
Just as he reached the ground floor, he heard Su Yuan complaining, “Aunt Du, if you continue to feed me like this, I’m going to become a 200-pound fat girl!”

“Aiyo, Madam, you’re exaggerating.
Look at how thin you’ve become.
Your waist is so thin that it’s not even as thick as my legs.
I’m afraid that the wind will blow you away again one day,” Aunt Du responded.

Su Yuan complained but didn’t leave a single bite of breakfast on the plate; she ate it all.
Finally, she had a glass of hot milk and felt completely full.

“Madam, are we going by car or by helicopter?” Fu Wen asked.

“A helicopter?” Su Yuan was stunned for two seconds before realizing that Mo Ting had gone on a business trip, and the helicopter was still parked in the backyard.
She narrowed her eyes and asked, “Assistant Fu, is this Uncle’s rotten idea? There are so many people in the Creation Camp.
Where do you think I should hide the helicopter? If I let everyone see me get off the helicopter, do I still need to participate in the talent show?”