My iceberg smiled

Chapter 160 I Won't Let Others Take Care of Her

Han Mochen was just about to put down the book when he suddenly felt a fiery gaze shooting towards the door.

I saw the door opened a small crack, revealing one eye, still wearing glasses.

There was extreme surprise in those eyes, and even a deep smile, and he kept silent, as if holding back for a long time.

Han Mochen glanced indifferently, got up and was about to close the door, but was blocked by the foot of the person outside the door, preventing him from closing it.

"Hey, Mo Chen, I didn't see anything. I was going to knock on the door, but it happened that the door wasn't closed tightly. As soon as I pushed, I..."

"Shut up." Han Mochen's face turned cold, and he quickly turned to look at the little guy who was sleeping on the bed.

Seeing that the other party was not awakened by the sound of talking, he was relieved.

He gave the person outside the door a hard look, then simply opened the door, walked out, and gently closed the door.

Fang Ci outside the corridor did accidentally see this scene.

How did he know that Han Mochen would read storybooks to Little Pudding so patiently and put him to sleep.

When Han Mo Chen read the first sentence, Fang Ci froze.

Because at that moment, the icy young man seemed to have shed the thorns that had protected him all over his body, as if a holy light had shone on him, and he became extremely soft.

Fang Ci thought, that is the real Han Mochen.

He is just a kind and ordinary boy.

Wrapping himself into an ice lump all day long, he was holding on, pretending, and welcoming this world that was not so warm to him.

Fang Ci didn't know much about Han Mochen's childhood experience, but he guessed that it must be very painful.

Originally, he just wanted to come over to take a peek, but he didn't expect Fang Ci to stand at the door and watch the boy in the room read the story, and he finished reading the whole "Daughter of the Sea".

Fang Ci's heart was shaken, and he felt that Han Mochen was not just reading the stories in the book, but was reading the stories with his own stories.

Fang Ci glanced at "Andersen's Fairy Tales" in Han Mochen's hand, the book was old, it should have been a long time ago.

It's just that he didn't expect that in the bedroom of a person like Han Mochen, there could be a book of fairy tales hidden.

Seeing that Fang Ci had been staring at the book in his hand, Han Mochen said lightly: "My mother bought it for me when I was five years old."

Dialect: "..."

This is the first time Fang Ci heard the word "mother" from the young master of the Han family. He felt nostalgic and heavy when he said this word in Han Mochen's mouth. The complex emotions were intertwined, making people inexplicable Some distressed.

"Mo Chen, where is your mother now..."

"Passed away."

Fang Ci didn't fully ask, but the other party had already answered indifferently.

When Han Mochen mentioned his mother's death, there was no fluctuation or sadness in his eyes, it was so deep and calm, as if he didn't feel anything about his mother's death.

Fang Ci didn't know how Han Mochen's mother passed away, but it seemed too depressing to continue talking about this topic now, so he stopped there.

He smiled and said, "Are you really planning to share a room with Little Pudding? Children are the most troublesome thing. You have to take care of them when they need to poop and pee in the middle of the night."

"En." Han Mochen responded lightly, not caring about these possible problems.

"Also, children tend to kick the quilt at night, sleep badly, catch a cold, and you have to take care of them, oh no...you can ask your servant to take care of them."

"I won't let others take care of it."

Because of her gender, he doesn't want to expose it to anyone for now.

(End of this chapter)