My iceberg smiled

Chapter 173 Are you going to rebel?
Zhuo Qiu looked confused, and waited for Fang Ci to go far away before he touched his head and realized: "What do I know? I understand? This person must be out of his mind!"

Turning around, just about to knock on the door, but the door opened.

Han Mochen straightened his white shirt and waved in: "Xiaoxiao, come here."

The neatly dressed little guy behind him ran up to the young man, put his little hands together, and took Han Mochen's hand.

When Zhuo Qiu saw the little guy's appearance, he knew that her injured foot was already healed, but the wound on the forehead was still covered with tape, but it didn't affect the other's delicate and beautiful facial features at all.

On the contrary, it is even more lovable.

When going downstairs to the restaurant, Fang Ci was facing Fang Ci, who just raised his hand to say "Hi, good morning", but was ruthlessly ignored by the other party and passed by directly.

The smile on someone's face froze, he curled his lips, sat down directly, and began to eat the sandwich on his plate.

A pair of eyes looked back and forth between the boy and the little guy.

Han Mochen fed Han Qianxiao a sip of milk, without raising his eyes, but knew that Fang Ci was looking at him.

"You don't want your eyes anymore?"

There was a trace of indifferent killing intent in the boy's indifferent tone.

Fang Ci, who was chewing a sandwich in his mouth, choked suddenly after hearing this, his face turned red from holding back, and he almost choked to death.

He quickly drank a glass of milk and swallowed it down, touched his chest, and said, "Han Mochen, you are really a beast."

Han Mochen stopped feeding the milk suddenly, his cold eyes raised, and he stared straight at Fang Ci, with a posture of "if you say one more word, you will tear your mouth apart". He knew that Fang Ci saw this in the morning The scene is misleading, but I don't want to explain it.

Fang Ci was choked up, and he froze for the next sentence.

Han Qianxiao also heard Fang Ci's words, and her hands trembled with anger. The spoon and fork that she was holding in her hands were thrown at Fang Ci without any accident.

The key is, throw it accurately.

Just kidding, anyway, Han Qianxiao was also a killer in her previous life, and she couldn't be more proficient at throwing hidden weapons.

"Ah! Hey! Are you going to rebel, little guy?" Fang Ci's face was almost scratched by the fork, and he blocked the "dart" with his arm.

Because the voice was a little louder, the little guy immediately changed his expression.

With a red nose, hot eye sockets, and a deflated mouth, she cried "Wow".

Dialect: "I..."

Han Mochen said coldly: "Shut up!"

Fang Ci: Why haven't I done anything yet?What did I say about me?
What is it called?oppressive rule?
That little guy hit him with such a dangerous thing, why don't you allow him to justify?

Fang Ci suddenly regretted entering Han's house, and also regretted treating the little white-eyed wolf.

It was a mistake for him and this little guy to enter Han's house at the same time!

Fang Ci only ate half of it and then left in anger, while Han Mochen took out a handkerchief to wipe Han Qianxiao's tears.

"Stop crying, that annoying uncle has been driven away."

Fang Ci, who hadn't gone far, suddenly covered his chest: "..." Fuck!Almost spit out old blood on the ground.

Han Qianxiao was just pretending, just to get rid of that annoying ghost.

She has always pretended to cry as if it was real, and she can use it freely.

Tears come and go quickly.

Only the meal time between her and Master Chen is the most beautiful time.

As soon as Fang Ci left, Han Qianxiao felt that the milk was much more delicious.

While drinking milk, Han Mochen said to Zhuo Qiu who was beside him: "Grandma said last night that she was dizzy and weak again, you go to the kitchen and tell the kitchen to prepare another serving of the medicinal porridge prescribed by the family doctor earlier."

Han Qianxiao: What?Is Mrs. Han feeling unwell again?Didn't she look good yesterday?
(End of this chapter)