Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Zhuo Dongyang had no choice but to get up and grab his good great-grandson.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Zhuo Dongyang asked.

As if he had done something wrong, Xiaobao put his little hand there, glanced at Zhuo Dongyang silently, and said, "You are tough."

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Zhuo Dongyang warmed his bed, but now he is still criticized for being too hard?

"It's not that Grandpa Zeng doesn't love you, but you're not doing this properly, do you understand? I'm your relative, and that sniffing boy is an outsider. How can you say that Grandpa is tougher than him?" Zhuo Dongyang emphasized.

Xiaobao pouted, disgusted with sitting aside, hugged the quilt, and got under the bed.

"What a sin." Zhuo Dongyang was so angry that he almost had high blood pressure. He refused to sleep in a bed, so he had to lie under the bed?

He touched his head and felt pain in his balls and pain all over his body.

"Will Shuai come back?" Xiaobao crawled out from under the bed and asked silently when he was the most angry.

"..." Zhuo Dongyang was silent and didn't speak. He was so angry that smoke was rising from his head.

C city, night house.

The ancient house stands here as a symbol of the identity of the owner of the house.

A figure appeared, stretched out his hand to open the heavy door, walked in with heavy steps, and whispered: "Xiao is here this time. I have something to see Mr. Mo."

"Mr. Mo, I've been waiting for a long time. Please come, Mr. Xiao." The secret guard appeared and led the way.

Xiao Yijue followed behind silently, looking around cautiously. Xiao Mohan slowed down his pace, trying his best to let him keep up, but did not hug him.

If the night house is large, it will seem very quiet at night.

"Mr. Xiao." At this time, a dark figure stepped forward quickly and shook hands with Xiao Mohan.

Xiao Yijue raised his head and looked at Mo Yanchen under the light. He was heroic, cheerful, free and easy, with a unique aura that made people want to take another look at him, but they were worried about infringing on him.

"You guys take Young Master Xiao to the second floor to stay. I have something to discuss with Mr. Xiao," Mo Yanchen ordered.

Xiao Yijue raised his head and glanced at Xiao Mohan. Xiao Mohan nodded before he followed the bodyguard and left.

The luxurious second floor is very antique.

"Huh?" Xiao Yijue pushed open the door and went in, took out his clothes and took a shower. Halfway through the shower, he heard footsteps running towards him, and he came to his senses.

"Wow!" A figure jumped in and jumped into the bathtub.

"Not here? Go look over there." The bodyguard's voice sounded from near to far. Xiao Yijue lowered his head and reached out to grab the "thing" that had just been thrown into the bathtub.

"Pfft." Mo Qingcheng held a mouthful of water in his mouth and squirted it out.

"..." Xiao Yijue was sprayed with water on his face, and water droplets slid down his fair face. He looked at Mo Qingcheng, whose clothes were completely wet.

He let go and she fell into the water again.

With a "plop", she lay down in it, immediately rushed out of the water, shook her head, pointed at him angrily and said, "Humph, you are bad."

Xiao Yijue was still in the bath and was rushed out by her. Now he is still in the bathtub. He didn't say anything and was criticized by her.

He looked at her silently and reached for his clothes to cover himself, but she reached out and snatched them away.

"Xiao Yijue." Mo Qingcheng held her chin upright, stared at him, and said softly: "Did you steal it?"

She wondered why she found Xiao Yijue in her guest room.

"Why don't you speak?" Mo Qingcheng looked at him and felt that Xiao Yijue was very strange today. His face was red to the base of his ears and he still didn't speak.

"Eh? Are you sick?" Mo Qingcheng stretched out her hand, imitating Shen Chengjing's movements, and touched his forehead.

Finding that his body temperature was scalding, she said "Yeah" and quickly took away her little hand.

"What should I do?" Mo Qingcheng panicked. People need injections when they are sick. Go find Uncle Mo Wen?