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trouble him. You can just send it to..." Warm thought that she would be staying with Ye Fei Mo during her summer break, so she said, "You can send it to Room 45 of Mingcheng. Otherwise, I can come an...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO Finale 801

Moyue said, "Mo Yao is truly pitiful. How did he end up with such a fool" He was more concerned about another matter: "We came here to eavesdrop but why isn’t there anything to listen to today It seems like there’s nothing interesting going on, so how did the boss get those kiss marks"

The other three were puzzled and listened patiently. As for eavesdropping, it had taken a lot of effort from them. Ye Wei wanted to see what exactly they were up to at night and was very curious about their certain matter. Watching films wasn’t as appealing as watching his own son; his son was much more beautiful than any film could be. Ye Wei tended towards the extreme, so he secretly put a tropical-themed decorative item with a hidden microphone on the bookshelf and installed a camera that was extremely inconspicuous—almost impossible to detect. It turned out that Eleven was an expert in setting up such things, and it had taken him much time today, only to overhear such tragic dialogue.

Since the USB drive was inside the decorative item, they couldn’t see the video but could only hear the voices. To watch the video, they would have to wait until tomorrow when Eleven pulled out the USB and plugged it into a computer. Ye Wei was very interested in this. Moyue and Mo Juan clearly had no interest in eavesdropping; nothing seemed likely to happen.

Moyue went to drink with Baiye and told Eleven to call him if there were any good shows. Mo Juan didn’t drink but felt that accompanying his wife for such activities was unmanly, so he followed Moyue as well. Only Eleven and Ye Wei remained to listen. Ye Wei said, "Little White is truly conflicted."

"If this continues, I’m worried the boss might split," Eleven remarked. Ye Wei raised an eyebrow; considering Mo Yao’s expression, it was very possible.

Mo Yao had no heart for work with Little White bothering him. As Little White lay behind him and looked at him, he increasingly felt that there must be something going on between Mo Yao and Mo Chen. He苦惱地想著要用什麼藉口勸墨遙不要喜歡墨晨。

Moyao turned his chair to face Little White, "What are you doing instead of sleeping"

"Boss, don’t think too much."

Mo Yao took a deep breath, reducing the murderous intent in his heart. He said coldly, "If you say another word tonight, you won’t be sleeping with me."

The moment these words were spoken, Ye Wei sneezed. He poked Eleven and remarked, "Boss sounded so cute just now; what a pity that only Little White could see this side of him.

Xīyī is a bit conflicted, how could she not see such an adorable son Mò Yáo was even her own child.

The moment Mò Yáo finished speaking, he felt that the sentence might be misunderstood. Mò Bái opened his innocent eyes and looked at Mò Yáo, saying, "Boss, this statement could lead to misunderstandings." He then pretended to act like a pure-hearted teenager. Mò Yáo curled his lip; only someone like him would pretend to be anything.

Mò Yáo shut down the computer, picked up a book and leaned against the wall to read it. It was another professional book; Mò Bái felt dizzy just looking at them. "Boss, occasionally read some novels or something, don't always read these books. They're so boring that your youth is being filled with such uninteresting things, truly pitiful."

Mò Yáo glanced at Bai and said indifferently, “My youth hasn’t even started yet.”

My youth begins when you start loving me. So his youth has not arrived yet; he is patient enough to wait for it.

Mò Bái laughed out loud, "You're aging in reverse, your youth hasn't begun"

Mò Yáo glanced at him and focused back on his book. Mò Bái was a troublemaker and knew that Mò Yáo wouldn’t do anything to him since he cared for him, so he started causing even more mischief, making it hard for Mò Yáo to concentrate.

"You seem unusually excited tonight; did you eat something" asked Mò Yáo. Mò Bái innocently blinked his eyes, "I’m always excited. This drug is said to make one feel excited, Uncle Baiye told me so, but it’s strange that Uncle Baiye also mentioned a strong libido during detoxification, why then does my member not respond other than in the morning"

He innocently lowered his head and looked at himself. His member was peacefully sleeping. It's common for men to talk crudely when together; they just say lewd words, but Mò Yáo and Bai seldom did so, except during their puberty. Mò Yáo rubbed his forehead irritably and said, "You’re full already, what else can you respond with."

Mò Bái asked, "Nope, I’m very pure-minded these days and well-behaved. I was thinking maybe the detoxification has affected my function." Mò Bái then started touching himself; Mò Yáo quickly turned his head away as he felt blood rushing to his face. The visual impact was too much for him; it felt like Bai was doing something that aroused him, leaving him feeling parched and dry.

Mò Bái said, "There’s really no reaction. I’m doomed, am I truly impotent I’m only twenty-three... at the prime of my life..." Mò Yáo had three black lines appear on his forehead. Mò Bái then asked, “Boss, should I ask Uncle Baiye about it tomorrow”

Moyao felt that By Night would definitely be willing to answer this question. For now, he decided not to worry about it anymore. A wicked thought flashed through his mind: It’s fine if you’re really something else, right After all, there's still me. Once Moyao had this thought, his eyes sparkled mischievously. He was influenced by Black Ink in a bad way and now even harbored such evil thoughts. This wasn’t good.

Moyao felt aggrieved when he realized that despite being men too, the boss hadn’t offered any comfort to his fragile soul. So he kicked at the boss out of frustration. Moyao said, "You’re functioning well enough; you don’t need to worry about anything."

"How do you know" Black Ink was surprised. Moyao couldn't speak and made up an excuse: “Uncle By Night told me.”

Black Ink remained puzzled while Moyao cleverly shifted the topic away from it. He didn’t want to talk about such impure topics on their bed, lest he end up doing something rash and really ‘handle’ Black Ink. At this moment, Black Ink was not someone Moyao could handle. It had been hard for him to find a mode of interaction that suited them both; even if he wasn't sure whether it was the right way or not, he didn’t want to ruin what little warmth they’d found.

Black Ink’s thoughts followed Moyao’s and soon he stopped worrying about this topic. Moyao ended the conversation by bringing up training: “Starting tomorrow, we will do basic training.”

"Why"

"Your body collapsed for a while, didn’t it Look at how soft your muscles are; you’ve been relaxing too long. It’s time to start rigorous training. Besides… the more you train, the better it is for suppressing drug addiction and having a good physique will make quitting drugs easier,” Moyao explained. This was what By Night had told him earlier that afternoon; he wanted to start basic training with Black Ink from tomorrow on, so he took over this task.

Black Ink rolled around in bed and whined pitifully: “I hate it; I have to start all over again. How many kilometers of long-distance running”

He sounded very pitiful.

Moyao replied, "Without weights, thirty kilometers a day—twenty kilometers in the morning and ten at night. Five hundred push-ups in the morning, five hundred horse stances for lunch, and five hundred sit-ups at night… For now, that’s it; after some time passes, I’ll increase the weight load to standard long-distance running with weights."

Black Ink was drenched in sweat from shock: "You’re not joking, right With my body, you want me to run thirty kilometers a day

"This is a reasonable training difficulty for you to handle," Mo Yue said coolly. Mo Xiaobai thought to himself that he could certainly manage it, but after a day of this training, he would probably be as exhausted as a drowned dog. This kind of training was incredibly intense and far from the basic training just starting out with.

"Of course, you can choose your momma to be your instructor," Mo Yue said slowly. Mo Xiaobai rushed over like someone who had been shocked by electricity: "Boss, I'll follow you, I’ll definitely follow you. Thirty kilometers is nothing."

Mo Yue patted him as if he were a pet. "Good boy!"

Moxiaobai responded with an obedient howl and lay back down looking utterly dejected. Tomorrow would mark the beginning of his hellish days, but enduring this was still better than going through withdrawal again. He always smiled every day, yet only he knew the pain and suffering that came from the withdrawal process. His weak body was partly because of the addiction itself making him suffer. Perhaps if he had a healthier body, it would be easier for him to overcome his addiction.

"Boss, what kind of drug did I get addicted to Usually after one month of detoxification, the cravings wouldn't feel as painful," Mo Xiaobai said. Mo Yue thought about it and replied, "Ice drugs, fresh off the market."

Moxiaobai fell silent; talking about this topic seemed heavy. Neither of them spoke much afterwards, but suddenly Mo Xiaobai grabbed his pillow while lying down: "I miss Rome so much, I want to go back and hug my little Jie Bing... When can we go back"

A small arrow pierced Mo Yue's heart; the night before, Mo Xiaobai said he didn't want to return, but today he was eager to go back. Indeed, these two were different. He knew why today's Mo Xiaobai wanted to go back, but he couldn't understand why yesterday's Mo Xiaobai refused.

Rome was his home; the heart always longs for a warm and comforting place when one is hurt, whether physically or mentally.

Moxiaobai curled up as if preparing to sleep. Mo Yue asked him: "Is detoxification painful"

"No, it's just十幾分鐘的事，很快就過去了。" Mo Xiaobai answered with a smile. "I'm the invincible little white rabbit; drugs can't defeat me."

Mo Yue's lips curled bitterly as he saw Mo Xiaobai turn to sleep. It seemed that tonight was all there would be, and Mo Xiaobai hadn't recovered his memories yet.n't a field she had an interest in, but maybe she has more natural talent for fashion design.""Perhaps," Morao didn’t deny Wu Shuang’s theory.Morao returned to his room to continue handling work-relat...