Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Han Changqing clasped his hands in his hands and clenched them into fists. He was a little embarrassed and said, "Sir, can you help me take it off?"

Xiao Mohan looked at his whole body, especially his shirt, which was unbuttoned and full of scratches. In addition, the zipper of Han Changqing's pants was only half pulled, eh! It's quite ambiguous at first glance.

"Yes." Xiao Mohan responded and asked Han Changqing to sit down. He took a closer look at the bucket, knocked it and said, "What's going on inside?"

"There is glue that sticks to the face and hair and cannot be removed." Han Changqing said, while Xiao Yijue sat there and curiously reached out and tapped it.

"Xiao Yijue." Xiao Mohan saw this and called out in a deep voice.

Xiao Yijue silently slipped from the chair and was about to climb onto the bed, but heard Xiao Mohan say: "Go and drink the milk before going to sleep."

"Huh?" Xiao Yijue listened, turned around silently, saw the milk that had just been warmed, walked up to drink it, and stared at Han Changqing silently, feeling very interesting.

"I heard that Gu Miaoting was rescued." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

Han Changqing sat upright with a bucket on his head. He nodded and said, "Yes, everything is as expected. We put a tracker in Gu Miaoting's wound."

"Yeah." Xiao Mohan responded, keeping Gu Miaoting was not useless.

"Take a deep breath, I'll take it off." Xiao Mohan said, pulling hard, and the whole bucket was scratched by him, and it instantly fell into pieces and fell to the ground.

Han Changqing's face was stiff, as if he had undergone plastic surgery, and his expression was stiff and unable to move when he spoke.

"I feel uncomfortable on my face." Han Changqing said. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. The bucket had been removed, but his face was stuck with glue.

Xiao Mohan bent down, checked it for him, and said, "It's a strong 48-hour glue. There's nothing you can do about it. You have to endure it for two days."

"Master, I feel uncomfortable." Han Changqing said, unable to move his face or speak, unable to make any sound.

Xiao Mohan finished cleaning up the floor, washed his hands, handed him a towel and said, "Wipe your face."

"It's stuck." Xiao Yijue pretended to play with his mobile phone and secretly took a photo. Xiao Mohan and Han Changqing looked at him coldly. He silently shook his hand and sent it to Gu Chuyan.

After sending it, he threw the phone aside like a hot potato and quietly got into the quilt.

"Master, let me withdraw first." Han Changqing said, and stood up to leave, but Xiao Mohan grabbed his arm and dragged him back. He looked at him up and down and said, "When you go out from now on, please pull up your trousers." ”

Without waiting for Han Changqing to answer, Xiao Mohan continued: "Also, put on your underwear."

Han Changqing listened and looked down. He was in a hurry to go out and only put on his pants. This time he made a fool of himself in front of Xiao Mohan. Fortunately, there was no one else, otherwise.

When he turned to leave, he suddenly rushed to the bedside, grabbed Xiao Yijue's mobile phone, and shouted: "Little Fourth Master, did you take the photo just now of half body or full body?"

Xiao Yijue listened and quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Master, he, he, he sent it to my sister-in-law." Han Changqing now wants to put wings on his body, soar into the sky and never come back again.

This full-body photo just captured Han Changqing in his most embarrassing state.

"Huh?" Xiao Mohan listened, took a look at his mobile phone, looked at Han Changqing's embarrassed look, and said to him: "Chuchu didn't bring his mobile phone."

Han Changqing didn't expect to be deceived, so he breathed a sigh of relief and walked out, saying, "Master, rest early."

Seeing Han Changqing leaving, Xiao Mohan looked down at the cold little man on the bed and said in a deep voice: "Doing bad things again, Xiao Yijue?"