Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Xiao Mohan put his long arm around her waist, looked at her indifferently, and said in a deep voice: "Madam is indeed in a hurry."

"Hehe." Next to the soft big bed, on an exquisite "dragon chair", Xiao Yijue sat there aloof, staring at this scene and laughing excitedly.

She looked at Xiao Yijue and then at Xiao Mohan.

"Are you plotting against me?" Gu Chuyan was so angry that she covered her face with her hands, afraid to see anyone.

Eight horses dragged this luxurious palace in a circle from the suburbs to the city center, and finally headed halfway up the mountain. Xiao Mohan stood up, hugged Gu Chuyan, and said coldly: "She is me Xiao Mohan is the wife of Mingming."

Gu Chuyan raised her head blankly and looked at Xiao Mohan's domineering expression, exuding a powerful aura.

He stretched out his hand to support her, got up from the soft bed, walked to the side, held the golden dragon and phoenix wine glass, poured the wine and handed it to her for a drink.

"Pa" Xiao Yijue crawled, opened his mouth and bit into the lollipop.

The moment he bit the lollipop, tens of thousands of fireworks suddenly shot up into the sky, forming a sentence: "Gu Chuyan, is my woman."

He made a domineering announcement, as if he was afraid that the world would not know about it.

"Xiao Mohan, what are you going to do?" Gu Chuyan finished drinking and looked at Xiao Mohan coldly, feeling that she had been deceived by Xiao Mohan again.

S city, somewhere in a corner.

In the invisible blind corner, Youdao's figure stood there, gazing at the scene that captured the whole city, attracting the attention of too many people.

"Xiao Mohan, are you demonstrating against me?" the man whispered.

Playing romance, but forcefully showing identity.

Passers-by watched and thought it was a romantic show of love. But the real purpose is hard to fathom.

Gu Chuyan was so tired that she fell asleep. Xiao Mohan got up, took a shower, walked out in his nightgown, wiped his hair, and saw Han Changqing.

"Master." Han Changqing saw him and stepped forward respectfully.

Looking at Xiao Mohan's figure, Han Changqing said worriedly: "Master, are your injuries okay?"

"It's okay." Xiao Mohan responded.

Han Changqing followed him and went around to the baby's room. When he saw Xiao Yijue lying on the bed, he squatted down and looked at Xiao Yijue's eyes.

Xiao Yijue's little hand came towards Xiao Mohan.

"I'm fine." Xiao Mohan's voice was hoarse and he said in a deep voice. Although his voice was deep, it was full of love.

No one knew what he had experienced, but even though Xiao Yijue was young, he was shocked. He was full of admiration for Xiao Mohan in the past, and even more so now.

"Dad." Xiao Yijue moved his lips. Although he couldn't speak yet, he practiced the word "Dad" every day, and he could pronounce the word "Dad" smoothly and skillfully.

Xiao Mohan's heart warmed when he called him.

He moved, feeling severe pain in his chest. He frowned, but calmed down his expression and said, "You are a man of the Xiao family. You shouldn't worry my mother."

Xiao Yijue listened, retracted his hand, and looked at him seriously with his handsome face.

"Chuchu is very worried about you." Xiao Mohan whispered.

He and Xiao Mohan looked at each other and closed their eyes obediently.

Seeing this, Xiao Mohan pulled up the quilt for him, turned around and walked out with Han Changqing.

"The Fourth Master is really sensible, but can my sister-in-law really not see the injuries on his body?" Han Changqing was a little worried, but felt sorry for Xiao Mohan.

Xiao Mohan remained silent and walked downstairs.

"Go and have a look." Xiao Mohan whispered, his silent black eyes unpredictable.

His voice was indifferent, but it made people feel chilled.

Not far from the back mountain, in the basement, a body was placed there, frozen.