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

207 Is the Problem on the Face or the Body?

Of course, Mo Ting knew she was trying to avoid him, but he did not say a word. He simply reminded Aunt Du to take note of Su Yuan’s diet. Then, Aunt Du started to cook for Su Yuan in all sorts of ways. He had even recorded her preferences, making her feel embarrassed. But other than that, Su Yuan had a very leisurely week.

It would be even better if Z could reply to her message soon. The day after her discussion with Mo Ting, she contacted Z. She didn’t say anything else and just asked Z to introduce her to some money-making missions. She really needed money. It would be best if it was a mission that could earn 400 million in a month.

Of course, Mo Ting knew she was trying to avoid him, but he did not say a word. He simply reminded Aunt Du to take note of Su Yuan’s diet. Then, Aunt Du started to cook for Su Yuan in all sorts of ways. He had even recorded her preferences, making her feel embarrassed. But other than that, Su Yuan had a very leisurely week. Every day, he would either sleep or eat. If not, he would go online to accept missions and earn some money. It was extremely comfortable.

It would be even better if z could reply to her message soon. The day after her discussion with Mo Ting, she contacted z. She didn’t say anything else and just asked z to introduce her to some money-making missions. She really needed money. It would be best if it was a mission that could earn 400 million in a month. After the message was sent to z, it was like a stone thrown into the sea. In the past, z would reply very quickly to her messages. No matter how slow she was, it would not take more than two hours. She had asked in the group and no one knew Z’s whereabouts.

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[The leader always appears and disappears unpredictably. No one knows where he is. It’s normal that we can’t find him. He often goes missing.]

[I’m starting to suspect that he’s not human.]

[666, I don’t know if the leader is a human, but you must be a dog, especially a dog!]

He was the person who had been talking to everyone in the group about being with the blonde for four days and three nights.

Su Yuan was helpless and closed the group. She thought for a while and sent a message to Z again. [Z, I’m very worried. Reply as soon as you see the message.]

Back at EL’s headquarters, Mo Ting was staring at his computer screen for five minutes.

The head of the technical department, who came to report, stuffed his head into his collar and thought that there was a problem with his plan. His legs trembled and he didn’t dare to look at Mo Ting. All he could do was steal a glance at Fu Wen and use his eyes to beg him to save him.

Fu Wen looked at the screen and deliberately coughed a couple of times. Seeing that Mo Ting didn’t respond, he bent over and whispered, “President Mo, do you have any opinions on the new program plan?”

Mo Ting’s fingers flew across the keyboard and the screen changed to a multi-colored page. He quickly typed a string of characters on the keyboard, and the page changed.

“The color matching of the first page is too bad. The module group under the second page is not beautiful. It’s stuck for too long. I’ll go back and change it.” After he finished speaking, he unplugged the USB and threw it on the table.

The computer screen returned to the previous chat box.

Fu Wen secretly sympathized with the head of the technology Department, who was almost bald, and handed him the USB.

The head of the technical department did not say anything. He took the USB drive and left the office as if he was escaping.

At this moment, a soft sound came from the computer, and a new message popped up in the dialog box.

[Z, did you encounter any danger? Was he kidnapped? If you see this message, reply to me quickly. I’ll come and save you.]

Mo Ting furrowed his brows. Not long after, his laptop rang again.

This time, several messages popped up in the dialog box, instantly taking up the entire screen.

[Don’t tell me you’ve fallen out of love? Are you a man or a woman? I think you look like a man. Did your girlfriend dump you?]

[Are you handsome? Is the problem on the face or the body?]

[Don’t think too much about it. I’m a doctor. Although I’ve never done plastic surgery for anyone, I’ve seen a lot. I have a few handsome guys around me and have good models, so I should be better than a plastic surgeon.]

[If it’s a problem with your face, I’ll help you fix it. If there’s a problem with your body, it’ll be easier to solve. I’ll cure you!]

[Any kind of difficult and miscellaneous illness is fine. Men have the same few problems in their bodies. They are all small problems. In a few months, they will be full of life, just like 666, four days and three nights are not a problem!]

[I don’t charge you much. If you want to change your face, 100 million will do. I’ll also give you a discount for your body. How about 150 million?]

A minute later, while 666 was chatting in the group, his profile picture suddenly turned black. He thought that his computer had been hacked. At this moment, he received a system message, [Sorry, you have been banned and imprisoned for 300 days by the group leader because of inappropriate words. After five seconds, all of your buttons on the chat page will stop working. I wish you a good silence + imprisonment.]

She jumped up from the sofa, “F*ck! I didn’t even say anything, what the hell is this? And 300 f*cking days of f*cking f*cking f*cking f*ck!”

Then, a white light flashed on his computer screen, and an iron fence slowly appeared on the black screen, exactly the same as the one in the prison.

Fu Wen witnessed the entire scene from the side. He tried so hard to hold back his laughter that his body started to tremble.

At this time, the Secretary knocked on the door and entered, “President Mo, Mr. Pei Xifan would like to see you.”

Mo Ting slammed the laptop shut, “No, tell him I’m in a meeting.”

“Yes, President Mo.” After the secretary left, Mo Ting pulled out a cigarette from his box and lit it. The white smoke surrounded him, giving him an indescribable sense of sadness.