My iceberg smiled
Chapter 545 Not Letting People Take Off
Chapter 545 Not Letting People Take Off
After seeing Mrs. Wei away, the Wei family villa has completely become a children's world, oh no... Today there is an extra special adult who wants to pretend to be a child.
After half an hour.
When Hu Ziwei stared at his limited-edition Bugatti Veyron car model that was gradually assembled, he felt that his whole body was about to fly.
"Brother Han! You are indeed my big brother! I couldn't finish this model after months of hard work, but you managed to finish it in less than half an hour! I...I really admire you!"
Han Qianxiao saw the kid's mouth wanting to hit Han Mochen's face, so she quickly blocked it with her hand, and gave him a warning look: don't touch my brother.
Beard only sat down obediently in seconds: Deling!
Han Mochen was expressionless throughout the whole process, but Han Qianxiao at the side could clearly feel that Han Mochen was very happy at this time, as if the childlike innocence of returning to basics.
When he picked up the model and started to fight, Han Mochen's thoughts went back to the past.
It vaguely happened before the age of five, and he didn't know why he remembered what happened so long ago.
But in his memory, he recalled that the man built his first car model for him, and said to him: "Chen'er, this model is very expensive, play carefully, do you understand?"
He was still young at that time, but he was already very sensible.
That seemed to be the first time, the only time, and the last time he felt tenderness from that indifferent man.
Since then, the so-called tenderness has never appeared in his memory.
After putting together the model, Han Mochen was stunned for a long while, and found that his mind was distracted, and the person he was thinking about was actually the man he didn't want to mention again in his life, and the original happiness became not so happy again.
Even a little angry.Who are you mad at?It seems to be angry with that man, and it seems to be angry with myself, I can't tell.
It wasn't until a small hand touched the back of his hand that he calmed down.
Lowering her head, she saw Han Qianxiao staring at him worriedly with wide open eyes.
Han Mochen's cloud just now dissipated all at once, he smiled at the other party, shook his head and said, "It's okay, let's continue playing with other things."
It was precisely because Han Qianxiao could clearly feel that the person beside him was both happy and angry that he would touch him.
She didn't know what Han Mochen thought of at that moment just now, which made him quickly depressed and then angry after being happy.In short, it should not be a particularly good memory.
……
Han Mochen never imagined that one day he would sit on the floor and play flying chess with his three children.
He put aside all work matters today, and just went to Xiaoxiao's friend party as Xiaoxiao's playmate, and his mood was unprecedentedly relaxed and different.
It seems that since he can remember, he has been living under an invisible pressure.
The young master of the Han family, the future heir of the Han family, the future head of the Han family, and the helm of the Han group.
Such an identity made him breathless, and made him constantly live on the road of "how to develop the Han family", learning some content that should not have been learned at his stage, which was boring, boring, obscure, and difficult. .
This is how it feels after getting rid of all working conditions.
With such a relaxed mood, Han Mochen's dice rolled the fourth "6".
"Ahh! Brother Han! You're still telling people not to take off!" Seeing Han Mochen's four planes all take off, Hu Ziwei kept scratching his hair impatiently.
(End of this chapter)
After seeing Mrs. Wei away, the Wei family villa has completely become a children's world, oh no... Today there is an extra special adult who wants to pretend to be a child.
After half an hour.
When Hu Ziwei stared at his limited-edition Bugatti Veyron car model that was gradually assembled, he felt that his whole body was about to fly.
"Brother Han! You are indeed my big brother! I couldn't finish this model after months of hard work, but you managed to finish it in less than half an hour! I...I really admire you!"
Han Qianxiao saw the kid's mouth wanting to hit Han Mochen's face, so she quickly blocked it with her hand, and gave him a warning look: don't touch my brother.
Beard only sat down obediently in seconds: Deling!
Han Mochen was expressionless throughout the whole process, but Han Qianxiao at the side could clearly feel that Han Mochen was very happy at this time, as if the childlike innocence of returning to basics.
When he picked up the model and started to fight, Han Mochen's thoughts went back to the past.
It vaguely happened before the age of five, and he didn't know why he remembered what happened so long ago.
But in his memory, he recalled that the man built his first car model for him, and said to him: "Chen'er, this model is very expensive, play carefully, do you understand?"
He was still young at that time, but he was already very sensible.
That seemed to be the first time, the only time, and the last time he felt tenderness from that indifferent man.
Since then, the so-called tenderness has never appeared in his memory.
After putting together the model, Han Mochen was stunned for a long while, and found that his mind was distracted, and the person he was thinking about was actually the man he didn't want to mention again in his life, and the original happiness became not so happy again.
Even a little angry.Who are you mad at?It seems to be angry with that man, and it seems to be angry with myself, I can't tell.
It wasn't until a small hand touched the back of his hand that he calmed down.
Lowering her head, she saw Han Qianxiao staring at him worriedly with wide open eyes.
Han Mochen's cloud just now dissipated all at once, he smiled at the other party, shook his head and said, "It's okay, let's continue playing with other things."
It was precisely because Han Qianxiao could clearly feel that the person beside him was both happy and angry that he would touch him.
She didn't know what Han Mochen thought of at that moment just now, which made him quickly depressed and then angry after being happy.In short, it should not be a particularly good memory.
……
Han Mochen never imagined that one day he would sit on the floor and play flying chess with his three children.
He put aside all work matters today, and just went to Xiaoxiao's friend party as Xiaoxiao's playmate, and his mood was unprecedentedly relaxed and different.
It seems that since he can remember, he has been living under an invisible pressure.
The young master of the Han family, the future heir of the Han family, the future head of the Han family, and the helm of the Han group.
Such an identity made him breathless, and made him constantly live on the road of "how to develop the Han family", learning some content that should not have been learned at his stage, which was boring, boring, obscure, and difficult. .
This is how it feels after getting rid of all working conditions.
With such a relaxed mood, Han Mochen's dice rolled the fourth "6".
"Ahh! Brother Han! You're still telling people not to take off!" Seeing Han Mochen's four planes all take off, Hu Ziwei kept scratching his hair impatiently.
(End of this chapter)
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