My iceberg smiled

Chapter 139
Han Mochen walked into the room.

Knowing that the little guy on the bed was still unconscious, he subconsciously relaxed his movements, walked slowly to the side of the bed, and sat down slowly.

He hates being touched and is reluctant to reach out to others.

But when he saw this pale and bloodless delicate face again, his hands moved involuntarily.

Gradually moving towards the face with the wound...

The moment the fingertips touched the skin, scorching heat spread from the fingertips.

Hot, still hot.

Han Mochen subconsciously turned his head to look at Fang Ci who came in with him.

With just one look, Fang Ci understood what the young master wanted to say.

He replied: "The fever doesn't go down that fast, do you think I gave her some special medicine?"

Han Mochen's coldly slashed thin lips were drawn into a line, still silent.

Fang Ci couldn't believe what Han Mochen said to Mr. Han just outside, "I picked it up by the side of the road".

Han Mochen looked at this little guy, as if he had known him a long time ago, so picking up this kid was definitely not a temporary idea.

I'm afraid it's not... This young master Han has long been thinking about how to keep this little guy in Han's house.

"What's the child's name?" Fang Ci asked.

Han Mo Chen: "..."

Seeing the other party's expression, Fang Ci said in a daze, "Doesn't she even have a name? It's so pitiful, tsk tsk."

"She has a name."

"what is it call?"

"Little pudding."

Fang Ci: "Puff Chi..."

Han Mochen remembered that everyone in the orphanage called this little guy "Little Pudding".

Little pudding...little pudding...

What the hell is this name?

And this little guy really likes pudding, that is, since that time, after he bought pudding for this little guy, he also started eating this dessert when he returned to Han's house.

For more than two years, I want to eat it every few days, as if I have caught up with an addiction.

This name is fine as a baby name, but she can't always be called Little Pudding from now on, can she?Always have a name.

Fang Ci laughed uncontrollably, and clapped his hands: "Little pudding, is that bright yellow edible pudding? Hahaha, who came up with such a cute name?"

Han Mochen also wanted to know this question.

Probably either the dean or the group of children took it.

"This child has entered your Han family now, so his surname should also be Han in the future, right?"

When Fang Ci mentioned this question, Han Mochen thought about it seriously.

Nodding: "Naturally, the surname is Han."

His surname is Han.

"Han... what... cold pudding?"

"vulgar."

"Then you take one?" Fang Ci said.

"I've already thought about it." Han Mochen slightly raised his eyebrows.

"You said."

"Qianxiao."

"Han...Qianxiao?" Fang Ci repeated his first and last name.

Han Mochen's expression suddenly softened, he didn't know if it was Fang Ci's illusion, he seemed to see the iceberg-faced young master Han slightly twitching the corners of his lips.

It disappeared soon, did he see it wrong?He taught the other party that way just now, but the other party refused to learn.Mo Chen was so indifferent, how could he laugh.

"Does this name have any meaning?" Fang Ci asked again.

"Traffic across the fields, understand the dawn."

"..."

"I hope that the road she walks in the future will no longer have darkness."

Han Mochen is a person who has experienced darkness.In his own name, "Chen" was originally a "natural treasure", but the word "Mo" was added, and everything became "unnecessary"...

Unwarranted treasure, huh, ridiculous.

He is such an unnecessary existence.

One day he knew that it wasn't that that woman didn't like children, but that Han Mochen was the only one who didn't like him.

He named her Han Qianxiao, and only hoped that this child who was also abandoned by her parents would not be as pathetic as him.

(End of this chapter)