Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Feng Wu kicked him with her long legs, trying to knock him down, but unfortunately she was not Han Changqing's opponent yet.

He grabbed her and bent her into different positions.

"Uh... Han... ah, get out of here." At this moment, Feng Wu felt that she was no match for him. She stretched out her hand to whip him, but she hit him on the bucket. She gritted her teeth in anger and pinched his abdomen.

"Hiss." Han Changqing was pinched by her. He felt as if he had met an opponent and deliberately became hostile to her.

But tonight, the two of them were angry, as if their feelings were coming out.

"I, I will kill you." Feng Wu said, falling to the ground, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, his body could not move, he raised his legs to kick him.

Han Changqing turned around, grabbed the quilt and threw it towards her, wrapping her up.

He stared at her condescendingly, as if he were a victor challenging her.

"Han Changqing, you bastard." Feng Wu couldn't believe it. She just fell to the ground to catch her breath. He wrapped her in a sheet and tied her up with hemp ropes.

Feng Wu struggled, but all his strength was exhausted by him, and he was tied and thrown on the bed.

"Just know that I'm an asshole." Han Changqing said arrogantly. He turned around and strode out, unable to take off the bucket on his head.

He stepped out, walked towards Xiao Mohan's residence based on his feeling, knocked on the door and walked in.

"Master." Han Changqing called in a deep voice.

In the bedroom, Xiao Mohan and Xiao Yijue were sitting in the bathtub, taking a bath.

"Yeah." Xiao Yijue sat opposite, looking at Xiao Mohan's tall figure, especially when he wiped his arms with a towel, Xiao Yijue silently stared at the water, in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. .

I found that Xiao Mohan was a little different from his own.

Xiao Yijue's cold little face was staring with his little mouth pursed, pretending to be dozing off, and his little hand stretched out silently, trying to compete with Xiao Mohan, but his hand was caught.

"Xiao Yijue." Xiao Mo looked at him coldly, looked at his restless little hands, grabbed his hands and put them on his legs, and said, "Who allowed you to move?"

Xiao Yijue was scolded by him in a cold voice and pursed his lips silently. When he lowered his head, he glanced at Xiao Mohan.

Then he looked down at himself.

At this moment, Xiao Yijue secretly vowed to sleep well, eat well, and be better than his father in the future. After all, his father's ability seemed to be better than anyone else. .

"Yeah." Thinking of this, Xiao Yijue agreed with his idea, but Xiao Mohan penetrated his mind, reached out to pick him up, and wrapped his body with a bathrobe.

"Don't look around anymore." Xiao Mohan said, but he heard Xiao Yijue staring at his face and silently saying: "Yeah."

"Get out." Xiao Mo said coldly. Seeing Xiao Yijue's eyes, he wanted to laugh inexplicably, but in front of the child, he held it back in order to maintain his image.

"This kid." Looking at his figure, Xiao Mohan couldn't help but laugh. After taking a bath, he put on his bathrobe and looked at himself in the mirror.

There was a lipstick in front of the mirror, which was used by Gu Chuyan. He reached out and touched it, thinking a little about that little girl.

Xiao Yijue walked out and pulled on his bathrobe, only to find Han Changqing standing in the middle of the bedroom. He shouted in surprise: "Dad."

Hearing Xiao Yijue's cry, Xiao Mohan turned around and walked out, thinking something had happened, but he found Han Changqing standing in the middle of the bedroom with a bucket on his head.

"Ah Qing, what's going on?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice, but the corner of his mouth was still twitching.