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I already know what happened yesterday. Young man, I also understand that you want to have a fun time, that brat is not enlightened, and you're not a person who doesn't want to worry too much, so I might as well make the decision for you, your grandpa. A month from now it will be the wedding, and you can just calmly wait to be the bride. Seated on the carriage, the Old Master Mo smiled benevolently, ignoring Chen Zi Tong's ugly expression.

Chen Zi Tong, who wanted to escape but was caught red-handed, felt that his life was over the more he listened. What did this Old Master Mo know?

The more he thought about it, the more Chen Zi Tong felt that there was something behind this, and he couldn't sit still anymore.

"Girl, you don't need to be so fidgety in front of me. No matter how long you wear this mask, it will still be a mask in the end." Looking at Chen Zi Tong who looked as if he was sitting uneasily, the Old Master Mo's chuckle seemed to contain a hidden meaning.

Chen Zi Tong's heart trembled, and he retracted his little movements.

A wise old man, not to mention the old man who had been in charge of the Mohist Group for most of his life. Thinking of that person, she decided to endure.

She was a smart child, and through the upright sitting Chen Zi Tong, Old Master Mo seemed to be able to see his future great-grandson, and the smile on his face became even more amiable.

Chen Zi Tong, who was brought back to the Old Mo Residence, started to eat. He estimated that there were at least ten people at her side in the dark.

Chen Zi Tong finally remembered who the CEO Mo was —

Mo Cheng Jun, President of the Mo Group, which included real estate, the Internet, food, food, aviation and many other subsidiary companies, firmly held onto the economic lifeline of China. As the eldest grandson of the Mo Family, Mo Cheng Jun took over the Mohist Group at the age of 25 after his father died from an accident. In less than three years, he had more than doubled the size of the Mohist Group and his investment strategy had been regarded as a model by many business schools. The current Mo Cheng Jun, using the word "wealth" to describe him, was not the least bit exaggerated.

Time flew. A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Today was the wedding day.

The guests in the hall were filled with excitement at the beautiful wedding ceremony. They had all neglected the absence of the bride and groom.

Different from the joyous cheers from the wedding banquet before, Mo Cheng Jun's room was completely silent. Chen Zi Tong was tied up on a gigantic bed, the pure white wedding dress and the bright red bedsheets shone brightly.

He had tried countless different ways to escape, but this morning, a bunch of people rushed in and forcefully put on his wedding dress, made him into shape, and then tied him up on this bed.

Time slowly passed, and the bright room also gradually became dimmer.

Chen Zi Tong who was bored to death gradually felt that something was wrong, and a strange feeling of emptiness assaulted him.

He was hit! The thirst invaded his senses, and his tongue could not help but lick his lips again and again. However, the more he licked, the more thirsty he became.

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Lying on the bed, Mo Cheng Jun looked at the mail with an ashen face.

"Cheng Jun, where's Grandfather? I got a wife for you, so Grandfather knew that you were busy, so he helped you settle everything. "However, this wedding night …"

Opening up the video below, after seeing the person tied up on the bed clearly, Mo Cheng Jun's memories were instantly brought back.

"Return home!" Mo Cheng Jun called Mecca on the first call and casually untied the bandages and got off the bed.

"Mistress, your injuries …" Mecca who was waiting downstairs looked at Mo Cheng Jun's shoulder, seemingly wanting to say something yet hesitating.

"No worries!" He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but Mecca suddenly felt that Mo Cheng Jun's footsteps were a little urgent.