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"We're full, too." the three little guys put down their things at the same time, said in unison, and then followed their Baba out.

"When you're full, you've just moved your chopsticks. Your stomach today is made of needle eyes?" Wang Hui glanced at the breakfast on the table and scolded unhappily.

Three little guys rushed out of the restaurant. The running speed was much faster than Mo Beichen. Directly ran to the front living room to meet the executives of Chenqing group.

"Good morning, three young masters." the director of the design department called respectfully when he saw the three little guys.

He is a confidant of Shen yuewan, Mo Beichen's mother. Shen yuewan will ask him to come here and report in person if anything happens to the Mohist family. Therefore, he knows a lot about Mohism. Of course, he certainly didn't dare to talk nonsense outside.

"Things, take them out and let's have a look." Mo junle gasped and asked.

"Here it is." the supervisor motioned to his assistant and handed the bag to Mo junle. As soon as he gave the things to the three little guys, the figure of Mo Beichen appeared. "Young master," he cried respectfully.

"Do you know what that is? It's so impolite to turn over dad's things." Mo Beichen stared at the three little guys and robbed the clothes brought by the supervisor.

"Baba said that she would take us to meet Ma Ma today. She also specially prepared a gift for us. I think this must be the gift for us." Mo junle found it from the bag, with the clothes of 'old three' printed on the back of her T-shirt.

"Young master, if there's nothing wrong, we'll go first." the supervisor respectfully asked Mo Beichen. He was so eager to leave, only because the design drawing given to him by Mo Beichen was teased by three little guys, and he made two more.

"Let's go, let's go quickly." Mo Junlei narrowed an electric eye at the supervisor and indicated that he did well, so they wouldn't let their Baba embarrass him.

"You look like you. You seem to like the gift dad prepared for you?" Mo Beichen went to the sofa next to him and sat down, picked up a banana on the tea table and ate it.

He was worried that his grandmother had been nagging and would not eat breakfast in order to escape. At the moment, his stomach was completely bottomless. He's really not full.

With these three T-shirts, let the three little guys wear them. No matter where he goes, he won't have face blindness.

"It's not Baba's gift for us, but we've prepared a gift for Baba and Ma Ma. Dangdang..." Mo junle put the back of the five T-shirts on the sofa together.

The words on the compassionate shirt entered Mo Beichen's eyes, causing him to choke on the banana he had just eaten into his mouth.

"Who did it?" Mo Beichen suddenly rubbed up from the sofa.

This time, none of the three little guys was a traitor. They nodded their heads to Mo Beichen and motioned that they all had a share.

"Why did you change my design? Who asked you to write 'social group boss' and' social group boss' behind your T-shirt?"

"Why does Baba want to print the names of our three brothers behind her T-shirt? For fear that others don't know, are we Mohist?" Mo Junlei questioned Mo Beichen.

"Thanks to Baba, who is still the boss of the roaring tiger regiment, how can he make such a low-level mistake. Now we help you correct this mistake. You are not only not grateful, but also yelling at us.