THE NAIVE BOSS

CHAPTER 93

Albert Ou, who received the wee message, frowned.

At my nephew's house.

He suddenly hooked his lips, an evil smile on his face.

It seemed that Jasmine Tong did not know many people, this great nephew was definitely referring to Mo Yiang.

If Jasmine Tong did not know her identity, then how did she know about Mo Yiang's relationship with her?

In other words, she was told earlier today that she was having an affair by pretending to be another man, and she said she wanted a divorce.

It's gotta.

Albert Ou ignored the micro-messages, but went straight out the door and went straight to Mo Yiang's house.

Diamond Hill Villa

It was late at night, someone else had already turned off the lights, only Mo Yiang's sixth-sided villa was still brightly lit.

Jasmine Tong still had a feather duster in her hand, but the chicken feathers almost fell out, leaving only one empty barrel of chicken feathers in the entire room.

He caught his breath and fought in the second round with Mo Yiang, still finished.

Mo Yiang stood five meters away from him.

“Said Manny, I've apologized to you, not yet ah I'm a victim too, okay”

After hearing this, Jasmine Tong raised her head.

"You are the victim, you dare say that you are the victim, it's okay, tell me where you have been the victim."

"ME,"

Mo Yiang was also helpless, Jasmine Tong, Jasmine Tong, are you stupid?

So clearly, can't you see it?

He pointed to his wound, "You've beaten me like this, am I not a victim."

You deserve it.

Jasmine Tong picked up a pillow on the sofa and threw it towards Mo Yiang, who instantly caught it.

Jasmine Tong's anger had not disappeared

I'm afraid it won't go away.

"It's late, why don't you just sleep here, aren't you sleepy" Mo Yiang asked carefully.

“Tight, sleepy.”

"I'm sleepy."

Jasmine Tong smiled badly, "How about I give you a little pick-up"

He said, raising the bell in his hand

"No, no, no, I'm not sleepy, I'm very energetic right now."

Jasmine Tong glanced at him, really feeling angry looking at him.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong.

“Where is my phone, Black Earth?”

As soon as Mo Yiang started calling herself Black Earth again, I guess her anger should have subsided a little, otherwise she would have called her Mo Yiang.

“You just tweeted.”

Jasmine Tong carefully recalled who seemed to have just sent a WeChat message.

“Ya, what I post.”

“I don't know what you post.”

Mo Yiang looked around, found the phone in the shoe cabinet near the door, and walked over to pick it up.

“Bring me now.”

Mo Yiang approached two meters and stopped, carefully dropping the phone onto the sofa.

He still did not feel comfortable being that close to her.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

"Who's Manny this late, it's not like we've become too intense and upset the neighbors."

Moichion said, and headed for the door, when he saw the visitor through his cat's eyes.

"Little uncle, small uncle."

"Little what ah" Jasmine Tong looked down to unlock the door to see what she had just sent.

"My little uncle" Mo Yiang immediately turned around and looked at Jasmine Tong in horror.

Jasmine Tong also opened her current phone and looked at the WeChat message she had just sent to her husband.

At the house of a great nephew.

He slapped his own head with his cell phone for a moment

"What to do" Mo Yiang was so afraid that he had started to limp on the knee, "You're hiding upstairs."

“What are you hiding? I told him I was here. "

“Ah Jasmine Tong, you want to kill me.”

Jasmine Tong completely calmed down, "Since I'm here, open the door."

At this moment, the doorbell rang once more in an urgent voice.

"Mo Yiang on the count of three."

Mo Yiang quickly opened the door, that speed was incredible, even Jasmine Tong was stunned.

“Uncle, what do you want with me at midnight?”

Jasmine Tong looked at Mo Yiang in the doorway, finally knowing what Feng Qian had said about the few seconds of pandering.

Albert Ou directed a glance at Mo Yiang, directly pushing him, and walked in with long legs.

The view of the living room really surprised him.

The chairs were tilted to the side, half of the pictures on the wall had fallen off, the magazine was thrown to the floor, and most importantly, the chicken feathers on the floor were really stealing the attention!

How intense is this?

Albert Ou looked towards Jasmine Tong who was sitting on the sofa, but Jasmine Tong was calm enough to lean on the sofa.

“Yo, what brought you here but I was curious, should I call you Duck now, or should I call you Ou or should I call you husband.”

Yin and Yang Jasmine Tong, she naturally did not need to be angry.

Albert Ou sneered and did not say anything, but took a step towards Jasmine Tong.

Mo Yiang immediately closed the door, no one will die here today, right?

Albert Ou walked towards Jasmine Tong, bowed, and raised Jasmine Tong's chin.

Those eyes were scattered with a dazzling light.

Just call your husband.

plash it!

Jasmine Tong was really suffocating.

Long Eyes had never seen such a mischievous man before, and he raised his hand to release Albert Ou's hand.

Please appreciate yourself.

"Respect yourself and me, we've been sleeping together for a few days, what self-esteem?"

"You,"

"Why didn't I tell you the truth?"

Jasmine Tong was even speechless.

Seeing these two people looking like they were rattling, Mo Yiang immediately stepped forward.

“Uncle, relax, Manny, he didn't mean anything else, he just found out about this and got a little angry”

He was really afraid that his uncle's anger would rise and he would strangle Jasmine Tong to death.

Jasmine Tong's small neck could not resist the pinching.

"I'm talking to your little aunt, why are you a junior interrupting?"

Albert Ou did not even see Mo Yiang.

Jasmine Tong instead glared at him, "This time you know how to help me, what you did first"

Mo Yiang wanted to cry.

Well, he's chatty and he didn't say anything.

Albert Ou hooked his lips as he looked down and did not see the feather duster on the floor.

“Come here to teach your niece a lesson, Mom. Do you need my help? ”

Mo Yiang looked at him.

What did he do to someone?

Did my uncle's conscience get eaten by dogs? He hid the truth for her, that's why Jasmine Tong beat him up!

Now he was helping Jasmine Tong to beat herself up

Jasmine Tong glanced at Mo Yiang, the boy was already so frightened that his legs trembled.

How many times has he been mauled by this uncle?

He had already beaten her so badly, forget it.

"Not needed,"

Albert Ou raised an eyebrow.

"How depressed is the nephew."