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Chapter 125 This Eye Seems Familiar

Han Qianxiao: "..." Zhuo Qiu, who killed a thousand swords, actually wants to drive her away.

When Han Qianxiao heard these words, she almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

But the opinions of these people are irrelevant to her, what she wants to listen to is Han Mochen's opinion.

She slowly raised her muddy little face, looking at the car in front of her for a moment, as if she wanted to see directly through the window glass to see through the people sitting inside.

It has been more than two years since Han Mochen went to Songshan Orphanage.

Just now Zhuo Qiu didn't recognize her, so I don't know if Master Chen will no longer recognize her as a baby.

After all, children grow up quickly in the early stage, and they look different every day. Compared with her who was more than one year old, the four-year-old Han Qianxiao has changed a lot in appearance.

just afraid...

Master Chen also regarded her as a rogue rice-washing beggar.

I don't know if her expectant eyes were too naked, which made the people in the car feel.

At this time, the stern boy in the back seat opened the car door, stretched out his slender legs, bent over and got out of the car.

In just a split second, the boy's eyes were attracted by the little guy lying motionless at the door of Han's house.

Han Mochen frowned slightly, he didn't feel sorry for the little beggar in front of him.

It's just...the wounds on this little beggar...

fell out?All the roads in this urban area are flat and flat. If it was just a few falls, there would not be so many wounds. The wounds are all over the place. Some of them look like they were cut by sharp weapons, and some of them look like...

burnt.

After such thoughts flashed through his mind, Han Mochen was taken aback.

Couldn't help but took a few more steps towards the little beggar.

"Master, I'm sorry, this little brat couldn't be driven away no matter how hard he tried before, and he blocked the way of the young master." Said the servant of the Han family.

"It's okay." Han Mochen still looked at the little beggar lying on the ground, ignoring the servant's words.

After the other party approached, Han Qianxiao took advantage of this opportunity to get up and hug the boy's trouser legs.

"Hey! What are you doing! Let go of our young master!"

"Young master, kick him away quickly, be careful that this brat scratches you!"

Han Qianxiao: "..." Fuck!I scratch your sister, scratch!
Han Mochen raised his hand, signaling the servant to stop talking, the servant held his breath, and had no choice but to shut up first.

Zhuo Qiu knew that his young master would not be interested in a little beggar for no reason, so he also frowned and observed the little beggar.

The little beggar's body was wet, there was no good spot on his body, his face was covered with mud, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Only those big round eyes were very clear and bright. These eyes...

Sounds familiar.

Han Mo Chen was a little surprised at this moment, not because the little beggar suddenly jumped up and hugged his leg, but because he didn't reject being touched by this dirty little beggar.

You know, he has a serious contact barrier. Apart from Mrs. Han and Mr. Han, he will not have close contact with anyone at home, no, except... that little guy.

Seeing the gesture of the little beggar hugging his thigh, the face of that little guy appeared in Han Mochen's mind instantly.

Just when Han Mo Chen was about to ask the little beggar to look up, the little beggar stretched out a hand full of scars, and suddenly patted a certain part of Han Mo Chen's trouser leg.

Slowly raising his head, his eyes instantly looked into the boy's cold pupils.

When the white light suddenly appeared, Han Mochen froze, remembering that time more than two years ago...

The little guy took a round mud ball and hit him on the leg of his trousers.

It was the spot where the little beggar just patted lightly.

(End of this chapter)