My iceberg smiled

Chapter 930 Then Make Him Hate
He was supposed to help, but in the end he was the only one to carry it.

Fang Ci, who became a porter, said: "Mo Chen, you are still really rude. If you say you fainted, you will faint. Aren't you afraid that this kid will hate you when he wakes up?"

Now Fang Ci could see the status of that Anan in Zhuo Qiu's heart.

Knowing that the other party may not survive, but still looking for it, what a deep friendship.

It seems that it has surpassed Zhuo Qiu's master-servant relationship with Mo Chen.

Mo Chen made him dizzy and made him unable to find someone. If he woke up and found that the person he was thinking of was really gone, he would be even more sad.

"Then let him hate it." Han Mochen maintained an indifferent tone, watching Fang Ci carry him away.

Fang Ci was too heavy to speak.

The kid is muscular and really heavy.Mo Chen, the precious young master, is too good at messing things up.

Zhuo Qiu who fell asleep finally made Han Mochen feel much more pleasing to the eye.

The way the other party looked just now made him look like he wanted to hit someone.So it did.

If you don't make people dizzy and take them back, do you still expect the other party to continue to toss and act like a monster outside?

He knew that Zhuo Qiu was very sad.

He knows better than anyone the pain of losing someone he cares about.

First, it was the mother.Later, it was Xiaoxiao.

Zhuo Qiu's current state is very similar to Xiaoxiao's state during the six years when Xiaoxiao disappeared.

It is also that there is no spark in the eyes anymore, like a pool of stagnant water, it is pitch black and lifeless.

But just now, Han Mochen clearly saw self-blame in Zhuo Qiu's eyes.

This matter is not bad for Zhuo Qiu, he doesn't want Zhuo Qiu to blame himself.

Get some sleep and everything will be fine.

He didn't say he would give up looking for someone, but he didn't want to let Zhuo Qiu continue to wade through the muddy water when his spirit was most broken and chaotic.

……

Dragon View Apartment.

Fang Ci and Han Mochen brought Zhuo Qiu back.

After entering the door, I didn't see Han Qianxiao.

"Is Xiaoxiao in the room?" Han Mochen asked.

The one who asked was naturally Han Ruojiang who was the only one who stayed in the house.

Han Ruojiang remembered Little Pudding's instructions to keep him secret from his son.

He looked at the closed door of Little Pudding's room, and nodded: "Uh...yes, he is sleeping."

"Well, I'll go and have a look." Han Mo Chen habitually went to Kai Han Qianxiao's room.

Han Ruojiang stood up excitedly from the wheelchair: "Hey! Well, Chen'er, it's better not to disturb Little Pudding's rest, he just fell asleep not long ago, just call him after dinner."

Han Mochen looked at Han Ruojiang in surprise, not for a moment.

Han Ruojiang felt flustered and guilty when his son saw him, "What, what's the matter..."

Han Mochen pointed to the wheelchair, then pointed to Han Ruojiang who was standing there, then snorted coldly, and looked at Fang Ci: "Is this what you said was terminally ill?"

Cold sweat poured down Fang Ci's back: "This... Uncle Han is in good shape. He didn't have the strength to stand up yesterday, but he was able to walk today. How do you feel, Uncle Han?"

So he desperately winked at Han Ruojiang.

Han Ruojiang continued: "Ah! That's right, I suddenly felt like that Popeye. Maybe because I ate spinach yesterday, I recovered faster today, haha... It's all thanks to Xiao Ci's excellent medical skills."

After all, the target was turned back.

Fang Ci gritted his teeth, squinted his crescent eyes, and tried his best to pull out a perfectly curved smile.

With a final plop, he knelt down on the spot——

"Mo Chen, I was wrong."

The indifferent Han Mo Chen: "..."

"I shouldn't have lied to you."

Han Mo Chen whose face gradually darkened: "..."

"Uncle Han's illness has actually been cured a long time ago, and he is in excellent health."

Han Mochen, with killing intent in his eyes, slowly uttered two words: "Get out."

(End of this chapter)