My iceberg smiled

Chapter 133 Your Little Thing

Han Mochen only hesitated for a second, then nodded immediately: "Yes."

"Really?" Fang Ci's eyes suddenly lit up, seemingly surprised.

"The Han family has many rules, so I'm afraid you won't be used to it." Han Mochen added.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to living here, I'm not afraid of any rules." Fang Ci said indifferently.

He guessed that the Han family's rules were not deliberately fabricated by the young master in order to make him quit in spite of the difficulties, right?
In fact, Mr. Han brought him to Han's house today, originally to discuss with Han Mochen, to see if he could be settled in Han's house.

Mr. Han doted on his grandson, fearing that his grandson would not agree. When Han Mo Chen didn't come back just now, Mr. Han had already given Fang Ci a vaccination, and even discussed the wording to see how to explain it to Han Mo Chen. .

Now it seems that all this is agreed in this way?
At first, Fang Ci didn't care whether he lived in Han's house or not, but just now he found out that young master Han was so interesting, Fang Ci suddenly wanted to stay here for a long time.

He is a few years older than Han Mochen. It stands to reason that Han Mochen should call him brother. It can be seen that this young master has no such consciousness at all, and his face is old-fashioned. However, he is only thirteen years old, so he pretends to be Adult appearance, very precocious.

This is the first time that Fang Ci has seen a young boy who does not have any youthful vigor.

Putting on an iceberg face and not saying anything, he was still lifeless and irritable.

Fang Ci couldn't help touching his nose when he saw that the cruel young master had an attitude of "if you don't heal the wound on the little guy's forehead, you will be destroyed".

With a wry smile: "Don't look at me like that, since you can let me live in Han's house, even if I don't want this handsome face, I have to restore this little thing of yours to its original appearance!"

Han Mochen's frowning brows suddenly eased a lot.

I don't know if the other party called him "your little thing" to please him, but Han Mochen's attitude towards the other party's Ci suddenly changed.

"What treatment tool or medicine do you need, just tell me, I'll let someone arrange it." Han Mochen said.

Fang Ci patted the huge medical bag he carried with him, and said with a smile: "So far, there is nothing missing, and the things in my medical bag are enough to treat this little guy."

When Fang Ci was talking to Han Mo Chen, he didn't stop working hard.

Some wounds on Han Qianxiao's body that were soaked in pus by the rain were well treated by Fang Ci. The technique was neat and familiar, as if he had treated patients countless times, and he was not muddled at all.

After Fang Ci treated the wound on Han Qianxiao's front, he gently lifted her small head, supported her waist and slowly turned her over, preparing to clean the wound on the back.

However, after turning their faces, Fang Ci and Han Mochen were both stunned.

I was shocked by the flirtatious and growing cinnabar plum on the little guy's back...

"Hey, this little guy's tattoo is really cool." Fang Ci exclaimed.

Han Mochen frowned: "Isn't this a birthmark?"

Fang Ci checked it carefully again, and said with certainty for a long time: "No, birthmarks don't bloom."

"What do you mean?"

"The shape of this flower is complete, and there is a faint tendency to continue to spread and grow. You can see that the trend of this flower branch is basically consistent with the trend of human blood vessels. It is obvious that someone used a special dye to tattoo it."

Fang Ci said it with certainty, which is beyond doubt.

(End of this chapter)