My iceberg smiled

Chapter 38

"She kissed me! She really kissed me!" Anan said excitedly several times.

"Hey, I got it, I got it, don't need to repeat it!" The dean waved his hand impatiently, then moved his face closer, and said with a smile: "Come on, little pudding, do you want the rain and dew to be evenly wet? Kiss me!" Grandpa dean, take a bite!"

Dean Qi's beard had already pierced Han Qianxiao's face, which was a bit harsh. Han Qianxiao wanted to avoid it, but seeing the expectant look on the other side's face, she leaned towards him and slapped him.

It's okay, it's raining and dew, it's just a kiss to express gratitude, Han Qianxiao thinks it's nothing.

On the contrary, in the inner space of the brain, Zhinao said without hesitation: "I haven't even settled the mission goal yet, so I started to make out with other men, heh."

"Oh, your sister! Auntie, I am willing! The dean and the others are also my benefactors. You just said that I am only a one-year-old child. Is it possible that I have to say 'thank you' directly to them now?" ?"

Children's kisses are the most innocent and lovely in the eyes of adults.

Just now, Han Qianxiao was indeed acting from the heart. In the eyes of Dean Qi and the others, this kind of behavior is more in line with the psychology and behavior of children.

At this moment, the two of them were overjoyed, like three-year-olds who got candy.

Han Qianxiao didn't know that her charm was so great, but it was just a simple kiss.

Speaking of kissing, Han Qianxiao thought of Han Mochen again.

In her previous life, she had never kissed that man's lips until she died, and she didn't know what it would be like to touch the cool thin lips of a man as restrained as Han Mochen.

……

Han's mansion.

Zhuo Qiu drove the black Rolls-Royce straight into Han's underground garage.

After coming out of the garage, the two took the elevator to the front hall of Han's mansion.

On the gray velvet sofa, a middle-aged man in a light brown striped suit was sitting. The man looked very young, around 30 years old, with extraordinary temperament, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Han Mochen.

But the feelings brought by the two are different. The middle-aged man's expression is very warm and kind, but there is always a hint of femininity and evil.

Unlike Han Mochen's monotony and solitude, apart from indifference, he was still indifferent, without any superfluous expressions.

The man sitting on the sofa drinking tea saw Han Mo Chen coming, he waved his hand with a smile and said, "Ah Chen is back, come and drink tea with me, this is the best gift that your second grandfather asked me to bring back from home." Longjing, try two mouthfuls?"

Han Mochen calmly walked to the sofa on the other side of the tea table and sat down, and called coldly: "Second cousin."

then……

Then there is no follow-up.

Without any explanation, he picked up the kettle on the tea table, poured a cup for his own cup, and just drank it to his mouth.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Ah Chen, you don't drink tea the way you do, you should take a sip after smelling the aroma, and sip it slowly."

As he said that, the middle-aged man patiently demonstrated it for Han Mochen to watch.

A cup of tea, but he drank it very seriously.

Han Mo Chen didn't have much to say to the other party, he only said one sentence: "I'm thirsty."

In other words, he just used this good tea as a tool to quench his thirst, and he didn't need to drink it.

Because I am thirsty, it is enough to use the simplest and rude way to quench my thirst.

For this second uncle, Han Mochen can't say he hates it, nor can he say he likes it.

(End of this chapter)