Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

In the early morning, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant outside.

The fragrance of osmanthus was blown by the breeze and drifted in from the window.

"It smells so good." Gu Chuyan said softly, rolled out of bed, squinted her beautiful eyes and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. She turned around and sat down, holding her chin and looking at the scenery outside the window.

There were many sweet-scented osmanthus trees outside, and the cool autumn wind messed up her hair.

"Huh?" Gu Chuyan vaguely felt something was wrong, and there was a burning breath spraying towards her.

Gu Chuyan's delicate little face turned red. She looked down and saw Xiao Mohan squatting on the ground, holding an I PAD in his hand and holding the phone in his right hand.

"Yes." Xiao Mohan responded and hung up the phone.

The man silently raised his eyes and looked at Gu Chuyan's faint smile. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the woman's faint fragrance hit his nostrils, making him feel her real presence.

Xiao Mohan closed his arms, hugged her tighter, and asked in a deep voice: "Madam, are you giving me a gift early in the morning?"

"Is your gift... too precious?" Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, his thin lips moving.

Gu Chuyan was so frightened that she stood up and saw that Xiao Mohan's hair was messed up by her. She felt guilty and reached out to comb it for him.

"Good morning, Mo Han." Gu Chuyan was so embarrassed that she didn't open her eyes when she woke up. She didn't see him at all. She thought it was a chair and she sat down.

Xiao Mohan looked at her silently and said in a deep voice: "Will you still dare to mess around in the future?"

"..." Gu Chuyan pulled her nightgown together. His words shocked her. She turned around in astonishment, stared at him and said, "Where did I mess up?"...

"You! Xiao Mohan, you rogue." Gu Chuyan roared and stamped her feet, but she saw him put away the I PAD and walk towards her.

She was forced back by him and fell onto the sofa.

"Who hugged your husband last night and told your secret, huh?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice, reaching out and pinching her chin to make her look directly at him.

Gu Chuyan listened and blurted out: "I dreamed about roast chicken."

"Gu Chuyan, do you think being a husband is worse than roasting chicken?" Xiao Mohan was shocked. Was he being sentimental last night? good, very good.

She put her hand against his laryngitis side and reminded softly: "Don't disturb the child."

The door was pushed open, and three small figures came over. They looked at them in confusion, and silently walked over to say hello.

"Good morning, mom."

After asking, he turned around, looked at Xiao Mohan, and called respectfully: "Good morning, sister."

"Sister? Him?" Gu Chuyan listened and looked at Xiao Mohan in shock. She stretched out her hand to grab him and subconsciously dragged him forward.

Xiao Yichu nodded fiercely, ran forward, stood on tiptoes, and whispered to her: "You can't call me daddy."

"Why?" Gu Chuyan was confused, wondering what happened.

The little guy smiled secretly and said to her, "I'll be angry."

After saying that, Xiao Yichu turned around and ran, with Xiao Yiyan following behind. Only Xiao Yijue hesitated and still called: "Sister, morning."

"Haha." Gu Chuyan kept laughing wildly as she listened.

Xiao Mohan's face turned livid, looking at those figures, thinking about last night, watching Xiao Yichu act coquettishly, he said in a deep voice: "Don't call me daddy."

What's wrong with this? This guy has a grudge, and Gu Chuyan still wants to join his army?

"Good morning, sister." Gu Chuyan said, reaching out and touching his hair.

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, turned around and pushed her down, and said in a magnetic voice: "Gu Chuyan, my husband reminds you not to mess with men in the morning."

Feeling Xiao Mohan's deep black eyes, she didn't dare to move.

"Mo Han, help me get my phone." When she raised her eyes, she saw her phone flashing, obviously there were missed calls or unread messages.

PS: I recommend the author’s completed old articles, which are sweet, no abuse, no mistresses: “A billion-dollar honey marriage, the mysterious Mr. Mo’s sweet wife”, welcome to the pit.

In addition, the author will publish a new article on November 3rd. Come and support the collection then.