Chapter 2107 Slap in the Face

No matter how exaggerated Bai Fu was, Bai Mo didn't believe it.

After all, he is the old man's only grandson, how could he not let him return to Bai Mansion? It’s just a show!

Bai Mo is smart again: since the old man is still angry, Bai Mo doesn't want to rush back to the Bai Mansion to suffer!

Wait for a nice sunny day, buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes that the old man likes to eat, and get a bouquet of carnations... I should be able to win over the old man!

The most important thing now is to meet that literary and artistic person! How dare you hit on his woman? It’s because you think you’re tired of living!

"Bai Fu, go and call the head of the property management department! I have something to ask him!" Bai Mo is used to yelling.

"Master, what are you asking the real estate agent to do? They are busy!"

Bai Mo is an honest man. He feels that this is not the Bai Mansion. It doesn't feel good to call people as the young master says.

"Go if I tell you to! Why are you grinding so hard! Don't you want to hang out in the Bai family anymore?!" Bai Mo yelled.

"Master, this is not the Bai family... I went to call him, but he might not come!" Bai Mo said with a bitter look on his face.

"What a fool! Give him a little tip and he will definitely come!" Bai Mo is used to using money to clear the way.

"Master, the living expenses given by the old man are not much, we have to save some money."

Although Bai Fu also felt that the old man would not really break off the relationship with the young master, the young master really would not be able to return to the Bai Mansion for a while.

If the young master is still so restless and doesn't know how to repent, he might have to sit here for a year and a half.

"Why save? Let Leng Gao send you one hundred thousand in cash first! One hundred thousand is too little... at least five hundred thousand!"

In Bai Mo's eyes, hundreds of thousands don't count.

"Leng Gao already sent money last time! It's just the living expenses for the two of us, the total is only 10,000!" Bai Fu reminded softly.

"You...you, why are you blabbering! Hurry and push me to the property management, I want to ask questions!"

From the property manager, Bai Mo asked about some of the artist's personal circumstances.

The literary man's name is Liu Caijun, a resident who just moved here. He lives in the third unit of the same building as Bai Mo.

Still ‘talented’? When you hear this name, it doesn’t sound like a good thing! So tacky and vulgar!

The property management still gives Bai Mo face. After all, Bai Mo owns a limited-edition Maserati worth millions and hangs around the community from time to time. Everyone knows that he is a wealthy benefactor.

"Bai Fu, let's go meet that Liu Caijun! Let's see what kind of virtue he grows into!"

Bai Mo was filled with anger when he thought that his two darlings actually called this guy 'handsome uncle'.

"Master, I want you to rest in peace and take care of your legs... don't cause trouble! Are you thirsty? I'll push you back to have some afternoon tea!"

Bai Fu just wanted Bai Mo to be able to raise his legs here peacefully. This is his responsibility and his job.

"I'm not thirsty!"

Bai Mo straightened his shoulders, "Look at how cowardly you are! If you don't dare to go, I'll go alone!"

"Then I'd better stay with you!"

Bai Fu was only a few years older than Bai Mo, but he looked like he had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

I have to say that Bai Mo takes good care of himself. No one would believe that he is an unmarried young man.

Bai Fu, who couldn't defeat Bai Mo, could only go with him.

In front of the security door of unit 505, Bai Mo slapped it roughly.

"Master, is Writer Liu not at home? Let's go back!" Bai Fu felt that it was quite unqualified to knock on the door like this.

"Then I'll wait here until he comes back!" It could be heard that Bai Mo felt uncomfortable.

After a delay of about two or three minutes, the security door was opened.

A gentle man wearing glasses appeared at the security door.

"Are you Liu Caijun? You look really 'talented'!"

Bai Mo's sarcastic way is so simple and direct.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Liu Caijun looked at Bai Mo sitting in the wheelchair. Even without asking, he knew who was coming.

"I am Yuan Duoduo's husband!"

Bai Mo straightened his chest, as if he wanted to overwhelm this literary man in terms of momentum.

"Are you Yuan Duoduo's ex-husband?"

The artistic man's words of 'ex-husband' made Bai Mo speechless.

"What about the ex-husband and the second husband? Yuan Duoduo is my woman anyway! Stay away from her!"

Bai Mo, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had to look up to this literary figure, which made him very unhappy.

The artistic man leaned sideways against the door frame of the security door. After sizing up Bai Mo, he lightly curled his lips and smiled.

"You guessed it right, I'm about to date Miss Yuan!"

The artistic man stroked his chin, "Don't worry, if I really make boyfriend and girlfriend with Miss Yuan, I will treat your two daughters as my own! They are very cute and beautiful! I like them very much! You can see Yes, they also have a good impression of me..."

"Put it down!"

The furious Bai Mo cursed, "Stay away from my daughters! If you dare to touch them, I'll chop you to death!"

The literary man frowned slightly, and then said calmly: "It seems that Miss Yuan is right to divorce you!"

"You art loser! Pack up your bed and get out of here!"

Bai Mo was so irritable that he stood up on one leg, "Yuan Duoduo is my woman, if you dare to touch my woman's mind, I will chop you up!"

"Mr. ex-husband, calm down! Don't be so impulsive!"

The literary man pushed up the glasses on his face, "Duoduo has already told me what happened between you and her! Since you are both divorced, Duoduo is a free person! I pursue her, and it is reasonable and reasonable. Reasonable and legal!”

"Let your bastard go!"

Bai Mo, who was getting angry, directly started to slap the artistic man's mouth; but he didn't expect that the artistic man was not a weak scholar, so he grabbed Bai Mo's wrist that was thrown towards him.

"Sir, please respect yourself!"

The artistic man looks artistic on the surface, but he is actually a sportsman who works out regularly.

"Don't, don't, don't... If you have something to say, please say it! Don't do anything!"

Bai Fu immediately stepped forward and pulled Bai Mo's hand out of the artistic man's palm.

"I'll give you one million! Get out of here as soon as you get the money!" Bai Mo is used to using money to solve problems.

"Sir, do you want to use money to insult me ​​and your ex-wife?" The artistic man snorted calmly.

"I only insult you! What are you doing with my woman!"

Bai Mo breathed heavily through his nose, "Bai Fu, go get one million and tell this guy to get out! Get out without stopping!"

"One...one million? We...how can we have one million? We only have 10,000 in total for living expenses! There are only more than 4,000 left this month...There are still seventeen days before the end of the month! We have to Just keep some flowers tight!" Bai Fu's truth really slapped Bai Mo's face.