Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"But don't forget, she is Gu Chengdong's fiancée." Xiao Mohan reminded her that Feng Tianjing had another identity, and it was a very mysterious identity.

That level of identity is so mysterious that it can even involve everything.

"What if he is indifferent?" Gu Chuyan asked, Xiao Mohan listened and just smiled and said nothing.

Xiao Mohan carried her on his back and walked toward the villa, walking slowly, chatting with her. Their silhouettes were lengthened by the street lights, and their bodies overlapped.

"Hmm." A faint groan was heard from the front.

Xiao Yijue was wearing a small white underwear, and he was dragging a small nightgown on the ground with his little hands. He walked down the steps, trying to put it on as he walked, but he couldn't put it on.

Hearing the footsteps, Xiao Yijue subconsciously raised his head, his face a little pink because he had just woken up.

"Shh." Xiao Yijue subconsciously shut up and looked at Xiao Mohan and Gu Chuyan. He turned to look around, threw the little nightgown on his shoulders, and ran to the side.

Seeing a lily falling on the ground, he picked it up, held it in front of him, and stood there silently.

"..." Xiao Mohan and Gu Chuyan looked at him silently, standing there with their backs straight, holding lilies in their little hands, silently looking down at their little feet, not daring to move.

"Put me down." Gu Chuyan whispered.

Xiao Mohan put her down, and Gu Chuyan stepped forward, stood beside Xiao Yijue, and said softly: "Hey, where is the little Yijue? Mo Han, have you seen him?"

The man watched this scene silently, looking up and speechless.

"No." Xiao Mohan responded in a deep voice, turned around and walked aside, poured a glass of milk and heated it up, walked towards her with it, and handed it to her mouth.

"Drink first." Xiao Mohan said, his big palm subconsciously holding her shoulders.

Gu Chuyan took the glass and took a sip of milk.

Xiao Yijue stood there silently, with an unnatural expression. He freed his left hand, silently scratched his buttocks, and moved to one side with light steps.

The small nightgown draped over his shoulders fell to the ground.

"Yes." He responded, squatted down, grabbed his little nightgown, and held the lily up high, shielding his face.

"..." The two looked at each other, watching his actions.

Seeing this, Xiao Mohan stepped forward with his long legs, reached out to pick up Xiao Yijue, lifted him high, and said, "Little guy, so you are here?"

After being picked up, Xiao Yijue hugged the lily tightly, silently turning his head and looking at Gu Chuyan.

"Mom." His childish voice sounded, handing the flowers to Gu Chuyan.

But because his hand was unstable and the flower fell, he lowered his head in a hurry, but Xiao Mohan reached out to catch it, turned around and handed it to her, saying: "Madam, please accept it."

"Thank you." Gu Chuyan took the flower, put it between her nose and smelled it, gave Xiao Yijue a thumbs up and said, "The flowers Xiao Yijue sent are very fragrant and great."

Xiao Yijue's mouth was pursed tightly, but his eyes were full of joy.

"Mo Han, wait a minute." Gu Chuyan put down the glass, turned her eyes to Xiao Yijue, and vaguely felt a red light flash by.

She ran forward and checked Xiao Yijue's body, but saw nothing.

"Huh?" Xiao Mohan raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

Gu Chuyan waved her hand, touched Xiao Yijue's head and said, "It's nothing, I just saw it wrong."

Because her child is so different! The pain she endured was unparalleled by ordinary people. Gu Chuyan was more cautious and even frightened.

"You go back to your room first." Xiao Mohan said, carrying Xiao Yijue upstairs and talking to him for a few words before Xiao Yijue lay on the bed and fell asleep obediently.