Mo Shao's wife is super sweet

Chapter 1270 When I grow up, let Nuonuo baby see for herself...

Nanxi nodded, but she didn't seem angry, "Then I'm leaving."

When she walked past Nan Zhan, he grabbed her wrist very hard.

Nan Xi's eyes turned cold, and just as she was about to turn her head, Nan Zhan suddenly slashed the back of her neck with a knife. She felt a severe dizziness in her mind, and she fell softly into an embrace that she had prepared long ago.

Nan Zhan hugged Nan Xi.

He hadn't hugged her for too long.

It's been so long that he can't even remember the last time he hugged her.

His eye sockets were a little red, his soft body in his arms was frighteningly thin, and he was not as healthy and elastic as before.

He knew her temperament and her habits too well, so he could find a chance to subdue her.

Maybe this is his last chance.

Nan Zhan put his hands in the hollows of her knees, picked her up, and walked out quickly.

But just as he left on his front feet, another ghostly figure approached him on his back feet. The wine-red shirt was messy after running wildly, and the cold and ghostly peach blossoms looked at the speeding car, splashing murderous aura.

Mo Feise ran to the front, stopped a car on the road at random, threw a card to the driver, dragged him out, grabbed the steering wheel and chased after him.

Nan Zhan saw the overtaking car from the rearview mirror, snorted coldly, stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the car increased to the extreme.

Mo Feise was chasing after her closely, and the road in the blue sky and daylight was in chaos in an instant.

Two cars, one behind the other, rushed through the traffic lights. The traffic police were too busy to inform the license plate number of the next stop, and they were bound to stop these two lawless guys.

Fortunately no one was injured.

Nan Zhan drove extremely fast, and Nan Xi, who was unconscious in the passenger seat, suddenly frowned, with a distressed expression on his face.

Nan Zhan cursed, "Damn it!"
Nanxi has the habit of motion sickness, unless it is absolutely necessary, she will not drive, and her favorite is walking.

Nan Zhan parked his car in front of a hotel, and said coldly to several men in black who rushed over, "Stop him!"

"Yes! Young master!"

Nan Zhan walked into the hotel with Nanxi in his arms. At the same time, Mo Feise met several men in black who were blocking the way.

He struck extremely ruthlessly, regardless of the fact that it was in public, he directly drew out the knife, and while the pedestrians screamed in horror, he killed several people, and ran into the hotel gate stepping on the cruel bloodstains all over the place.

He turned the entire hotel upside down, but couldn't find Nanxi.

Mo Feise slammed his fist hard on the wall, red blood seeped out, and there was a cold light in his peach blossom eyes, and he strode towards the door.

……

Su Weiliang didn't know about the chaos on the street.

She sat on the blanket with Mo Xunuo and drew pictures.

Mo Baobao took the watercolor pen given to her by Xi Le's brother, and drew in a mess on the white paper.

Su Weiliang taught her with a paintbrush.

She drew a stroke, and Mo Xunuo held the pen with her pink paws, and followed her to draw a stroke. The little baby really did his best, but what he drew was still hard to describe.

Su Weiliang looked at Mo Xunuo's first painting in his life, and was amused, "I want to find a special photo album for Baby Nuonuo to keep, and let Baby Nuonuo read it by himself when he grows up..."

Mo Xunuo waved his chubby arms, and let out a happy "Yiya". On the white skirt and on his cheeks, there were colorful watercolor pens everywhere.

Su Weiliang took a look and held her chin, "Oh, baby Nuonuo has become a little cat..."

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)