My iceberg smiled

Chapter 32
Han Mochen, who was hugged tightly by Han Qianxiao's thigh, looked down at the little dumpling, his beautiful and alienated eyebrows began to wrinkle more and more, but he didn't say a word.

Zhuo Qiu could already feel the chill emanating from his young master, isn't this little fellow afraid?
How could Han Qianxiao be afraid.

Wasn't she trying so hard to escape from the baby carriage just to cling to Han Mochen?

After finally meeting him, how could he let go of the person in front of him.

Regardless of 21, let's hug Han Mochen tightly first.

Seeing his young master's face getting darker and darker, Zhuo Qiu squatted down and shivered, and said falteringly: "Young...Young Master...this child is really clingy haha..."

Smiling awkwardly, Zhuo Qiu planned to hug Han Qianxiao up.

And Han Qianxiao could let Zhuo Qiu hug her, like a little monkey, she started to climb up.

A Jiling had already quickly climbed to Han Mochen's waist, tightly holding on to the boy's shirt and not letting go.

The shirt was slightly wrinkled from being scratched under the weight of a child.

But at the same time, Han Qianxiao was getting closer and closer to Han Mochen's face.

When he raised his eyes a little, he could see the fine hairs on the young man's fair neck and chin.

Ah, Master Chen has really good skin...

"Hey! Little guy, don't be too presumptuous! Come quickly into Brother Aqiu's arms, and I'll grab your brother's clothes for you! Get off the young master quickly!"

Fuck!This little ancestor!How come you look like a cat, you really treat the young master like a tree that won't move.

Zhuo Qiu knew very well that Han Mochen extremely disliked being touched by others, that was not a cleanliness addiction, but a mental disorder.

Since that incident, the young master's contact impairment has become more serious, and even if his feet are licked by a puppy, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

So when he saw Han Qianxiao crawling on Han Mochen so unscrupulously, Zhuo Qiu broke into a sweat.

It's over, the young master should get mad soon!

The more she watched, the more anxious she became, but this little guy was very flexible. Whenever Zhuo Qiu wanted to hug Han Qianxiao down, she would crawl to another part of Han Mochen's body, as if playing hide-and-seek. you catch.

Han Qianxiao is actually not that relaxed, she is hugging the young master's thigh with her life!

She always felt that if Zhuo Qiu hugged her, she would be sent back to the orphanage again.

With the last touch, Han Qianxiao's little hand hooked Han Mochen's neck, hanging on it like a koala.

The boy was suddenly hooked around his neck by the dumpling in front of him, and his neck couldn't bear its weight immediately, so he bent forward slightly.

Quite heavy.

Because of the closeness, the baby milk fragrance from Xiaotuanzi's body invaded Han Mochen's breath continuously, one after another.

The baby's skin is extremely white and tender, fragile and fragile, making it unbearable to touch.

Han Mochen's mental disorder of not wanting to be touched by others surged up again, and that discomfort began to spread.

However, to Han Mochen's slight surprise, his discomfort came later than usual when faced with this little guy's touch.

Normally, as long as others touch him, he will immediately throw them away reflexively.

At this moment, his body didn't react at all, he just allowed the little group to "run amok" and climb up and down on him.

"Hey! My little ancestor! I finally caught you!" Zhuo Qiu quickly reached out and grabbed Han Qianxiao's collar.

(End of this chapter)