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Chapter 126 A Dirty Rag Doll?
If it wasn't for Han Qianxiao's throat being unable to make a sound at this moment, she would have yelled out directly.

She did it so clearly, Master Chen should understand.

Han Qianxiao felt that she had exhausted all her strength, and she had to resign herself to the next thing...

Originally, this body was fragile, and after a night of fire and heavy rain, by the way, it was kicked by the sympathetic servant just now.

If it wasn't for her holding on to meet Han Mochen, Han Qianxiao would have passed out long ago.

At this time, she looked up at Han Mo Chen with longing and faith.

Han Qianxiao very much hoped that the time of staring at each other could be longer, and it would be best for Master Chen to remember her immediately.

It's a pity that her eyes flickered for a while, and the handsome and cold face that sprinkled the brilliance immediately became blurred.

It's getting blurry at the end...

She took a tight breath, rolled her eyelids, and her body went limp.

The little hand holding the boy's trouser leg was slowly released, and he fell to the ground along with his body.

"It's him..." the young man murmured, his words trembling slightly.

"Who is it? Isn't this a little beggar?" The servant of the Han family didn't believe that his young master would know any little beggars on the street, so there was not only doubt but also contempt in his tone.

However, Zhuo Qiu also discovered some clues. When Han Mochen murmured that sentence, almost at the same time, he also locked in a person in his heart.

Could this little beggar be...

However, as soon as he thought about it, Zhuo Qiu saw his young master squatting down and taking the little beggar into his arms regardless of the dirt.

Han Mochen's face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and he touched the little beggar's forehead.

It's hot as hell!

"Young master, you are... this little beggar is dirty, don't touch him, be careful to get dirty, young master..."

"Go away." Without waiting for the servant to finish speaking, Han Mochen spit out two words coldly, a cold and frightening aura suddenly emanated from his body, which made the servant tremble in fright.

"Don't talk, shut up, when will it be your turn to intervene in the young master's affairs! Do what you should do!" Zhuo Qiu then scolded.

As soon as Zhuo Qiu finished reprimanding, Han Mochen quickly strode away towards the Han's mansion with the little beggar in his arms.

At this time Zhuo Yuan also got out of the car, seeing his young master running faster than a rabbit together with Zhuo Qiu, both of them were stunned at the same time.

The two of them had never seen the young master so restless.

Even when the old lady was sick, his young master handled things in an orderly manner.

Just now, the back view of the young master carrying the little beggar into Han's house clearly contained infinite tension and worry, which the Zhuo family and his son could see clearly.

……

On the way Han Mochen was holding the little beggar, many servants and maids saw him, and each of them stared blankly at his young master hurriedly walking into the house.

"What is the young master holding in his hand?"

"Looks like...a dirty rag doll?"

"Fart, that's clearly a child!"

"My God, I actually saw our young master holding a child in this life. How could the young master carry such a dirty child back, looking like a beggar."

"So... the young master picked up a child and returned to Han's house?"

"Looking at the young master's appearance, he seems to be particularly worried about that child. What's the relationship between that child and the young master?"

"For some reason, I suddenly envy that child."

"..."

Han Mochen didn't care what the servants at home thought of him at all, his heart was already pulled together at the moment.

It was... It was painful.

(End of this chapter)