Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

For this reason, it makes sense for this person to be so presumptuous.

Because I didn't dare to kill him, everything would be over if he died.

And Xiao Chen is his shield. This kind of person is purely mentally perverted, which is why he does so many things. He undoubtedly wants to use other people's lives as bets.

"Yeah." At this time, a sudden voice sounded.

She looked down and saw Xiao Yijue standing there, with his little hands behind his back, nodded sharply, and responded quickly.

"..." Gu Chuyan raised her head, looked at Xiao Mohan, and twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Xiao Yijue, you're up late at night. Is there anything wrong?" Gu Chuyan knelt down, looked at him, and asked teasingly.

He looked at Xiao Moyan silently, leaned forward with his small body, moved his small hands, and stuffed something into Gu Chuyan.

"Dad." His voice was childish, but he looked at Xiao Mohan warily, then turned around and ran out, rushed back to the baby's room, and closed the door.

Gu Chuyan lowered her head and looked at the thing in her hand.

She raised it up silently, looked at the words, threw Xiao Mohan into trouble, and asked contemptuously: "Mr. Xiao, so you relied on it?"

"..." Xiao Mohan took the bottle and saw her turn around and run back to the room. There were two words written on the bottle. It was obviously not his.

Not far away, the little fox lay there secretly, covering its mouth, hiding in a ball silently, not daring to make a sound.

"Xiao Yijue." Xiao Mo called coldly and walked toward the baby room, only to find Xiao Yichu and Xiao Yiyan standing up, pointing to the balcony and saying, "Hey."

He walked towards the balcony and walked back to the master bedroom.

"Yijue is great." Gu Chuyan praised, lifting him up, excitedly looking at the painting she handed over, and saw Xiao Mohan's dark handsome face, staring at Xiao Yijue.

She quickly stepped forward and said to him: "Mo Han, look, Yijue can actually draw."

Gu Chuyan handed the painting to him. Xiao Mohan narrowed his black eyes and reached out to take out the painting. It was an abstract children's painting, but the lines were clear and the gradient paint was used appropriately. It was perfect.

"Did you draw it?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice.

Xiao Yijue pursed his lips, looked at him excitedly and longingly, nodded with a serious face, and responded: "Yes."

"Not bad." Xiao Mohan nodded slightly, but raised the corners of his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Since the painting is good, there will be a reward!"

He was about to hug her, but Xiao Yijue slid into Gu Chuyan's arms and said seriously: "Sleepy, sleepy."

"Yijue is sleepy? Then go back to bed, okay?" Gu Chuyan asked, but she saw him nodding violently, but his bright black eyes were eager to look at the soft big bed in front of him.

"Come." Gu Chuyan put him on the bed and turned around to lie down.

Xiao Yijue climbed up and got into her arms, but looked at Xiao Mohan silently, pursed his lips and snickered.

"Xiao Yijue." Xiao Mohan was instantly angry!

He looked deeply at Xiao Yijue and saw him nestled in Gu Chuyan's arms, being caressed and touched by her. He felt jealous for a moment. He pursed his lips and felt a little thirsty in his throat.

"Chuchu, the child is so old, it's time to be independent." Xiao Mo said coldly, about to take him away.

However, Gu Chuyan hugged him tightly and waved to him, saying, "He is asleep, please don't make any noise."

"..." Xiao Mohan's hand froze in mid-air, and he was pushed away by her, feeling half-hearted.

Looking at Gu Chuyan's delicate little face under the light, it became more and more attractive, and lying in her arms was Xiao Yijue. The child was asleep, with his little face buried in her chest.

Gu Chuyan had a hunch that Gu Miaoting was the key.

And she grew up in Gu's house, which was probably premeditated. When Lian Zhenzhen was killed by her, she probably knew her identity well. Maybe Gu Miaoting was not born to Lian Zhenzhen at all.