My iceberg smiled

Chapter 170

Fang Ci still wanted to get closer to say something, but was slapped on the face by Han Mochen with a book, which stopped him from moving closer.

"Stay away from me." Han Mochen said indifferently.

Fang Ci's face was burning with pain, and he touched his own face and said: "I'm afraid that the wall has ears, so I secretly talk to you about things, you are really defenseless."

Han Mochen glanced at Fang Ci faintly, and pointed to the door: "Aqiu is guarding outside, my study is not monitored, and the wall is a first-class soundproof wall. Now, can you talk properly?"

The blue veins on Fang Ci's temples popped a few times, the corners of his mouth were slightly open and froze in place, speechless for a long time.

"..."

It's really boring to talk to Han Mochen, he just wants to relieve the tense atmosphere a little bit.

Seeing that Han Mochen's face was as black as eating shit, Fang Ci really felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly began to wonder how old master Han and Mrs. Han could endure their grandson's stinky face every day.

After a while, Fang Ci said, "What do you want to do?"

Han Mochen replied: "Just do as you say."

Fang Ci's eyes suddenly lit up, and he flattered: "You think my idea is good, don't you? I think so too."

Han Mo Chen silently turned off his computer, ignored this guy, and treated Fang Ci like air, got up and walked straight past him.

Turn off the lights and leave the study.

The dialect that suddenly fell into darkness: "..." Hey!

……

Zhuo Qiu outside the door saw that his young master came out after not staying in the study for a long time, so he couldn't help asking: "Young master handled the work very quickly today, do you need to go back to the room to rest now?"

It's not that Han Mochen handled his work quickly, it was because a sand sculpture entered his study, he didn't have the mood to continue working and studying tonight.

But he didn't explain anything, and said solemnly: "In the past few days, pay more attention to suspicious people in the house."

"Yes, sir."

"Also, in the future, all food will be inspected before it can be sent to the restaurant."

"Understood." Zhuo Qiu didn't ask any further questions, thinking with his toes, he knew what happened to Han's family.

He just obeys his young master's orders, and he can't take care of the rest, if the young master doesn't say anything.

……

Han Qianxiao lay on the bed and never fell asleep.

Asleep on Master Chen's bed, on a pillow with the unique scent of his body, Han Qianxiao rolled around on the bed.

One got excited and accidentally bumped his head against the bedside table.

Whoops!

It hurts!
Fortunately, it didn't hit the wound site.

She knew that Han Mochen must have gone to the study to deal with the day's work, and thought that the other party would only come back late at night.

Unexpectedly, she rolled on the bed for less than an hour before the other party came back.

The moment the door was opened, Han Qianxiao's little feet clamped the bed sheet suddenly paused, and she quickly pretended to be asleep without moving her body.

Han Mochen was afraid of waking up the little guy, so he didn't turn on the light.

The room was not completely dark and lightless, Han Mochen slowly walked to the bedside with a glimmer of light from the window.

Faintly saw the little guy on the bed throwing off all the quilts covering his body.

Not to mention the quilt was kicked to the ground, and the sheets were twisted into strange twists.

And that small body also bent into a small shrimp.

Isn't it uncomfortable for this little thing to fall asleep like this?

Han Mochen froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows helplessly, picked up the quilt that fell on the floor, straightened the sheet, and covered the little guy with the quilt again.

Just as he was going to get another quilt and was about to go to bed, his trousers were grabbed by a small hand.

(End of this chapter)