Mo Shao chases his wife

Chapter 19

"Hmm. Why is your face swollen?" Mr. Mo noticed the redness and swelling on An Xiaoyu's face. No wonder his grandson just said that he needed to apply medicine.

"Uh, I..."

"She did it by accident. It's alright, grandpa, don't ask me here and there. I'll give her the medicine and you can ask me again!" Seeing that An Xiaoyu was a little overwhelmed, and afraid that she would reveal her secrets, Mo Hanchen hurriedly came out. The sound interrupted.

"Okay, I'll wait for you below."

Mr. Mo shook his beard, the brat is quite a precious girlfriend.Turn around and leave.

Seeing the old man turn and leave, Mo Hanchen held An Xiaoyu's face in his hands, planning to apply ointment for her.

"I'll do it myself." An Xiaoyu was still not used to sitting on a man's lap, so she propped herself up and planned to stand up.

"Don't move." Mo Hanchen stroked the cotton swab on her face, and gently spread the ointment.

The fresh herbal smell in the ointment rushed into An Xiaoyu's nose, and the icy cold feeling spread across her face. The face that was still hot just now felt much cooler, "Thank you..." An Xiaoyu raised her eyes and glanced at it. The man with the ointment thanked him softly.

The man didn't make a sound, took out a cotton swab again, and squeezed some ointment on it.

As if to paint more carefully, Mo Hanchen pulled the distance closer.

The man's fiery breath sprayed on her face, making her face itchy and crispy, but because her face was covered with ointment and could not be scratched, An Xiaoyu subconsciously turned her head to the side, trying to avoid his breathing.

The two were already very close to each other, An Xiaoyu turned her head, and Mo Hanchen's lips just touched the bridge of her nose.

There was a soft touch on the nose, and his breath filled the nostrils. It was a strange but inexplicably reassuring breath. She was subconsciously addicted to it, and did not recover...

"Heh..." Seeing An Xiaoyu's dazed and cute appearance, Mo Hanchen smiled softly.

Realizing her lack of focus, An Xiaoyu explained in a panic, "I'm not confused by your beauty! I was thinking about other things just now! Don't think about it!" .

"Oh, is that so?" After hearing her clumsy explanation, Mo Hanchen seemed to be more happy, even the brows were tinged with joy.

If Asu and Mo Yishan saw it, they would probably exclaim that the sun came out from the west, and the always cold-hearted president would be so happy just because of a single sentence.

"Of course!" Fearing that the man in front of her would not believe what she said, An Xiaoyu mustered up the courage to look directly into Mo Hanchen's eyes, wanting to show that she was telling the truth.

But with this staring, she almost fell into his eyes that were as deep as a pool and as bright as stars.

Hastily retracted his eyes, and unnaturally changed the topic "You, have you finished painting?"

"Not yet" Looking at her little red face, Mo Hanchen couldn't help but want to tease her.

"If it's not good, don't paint it! Your grandpa is still waiting below! Let's go!" After speaking, like a frightened rabbit, he jumped out of his arms and ran out the door.

Looking at the agile back, Mo Hanchen felt amused in his heart, and followed him.

……

Mr. Mo watched An Xiaoyu come down the stairs with a thud, and asked, "Did you finish painting?"

"En." An Xiaoyu nodded.

"Sit down." The old man raised his finger and pointed to the seat beside him.

"Well, okay." An Xiaoyu sat beside Mr. Mo in a somewhat reserved manner.

Mo Hanchen who followed behind also pulled away the chair next to An Xiaoyu and sat down.

"How did you and Hanchen know each other?" Mr. Mo turned on the torture mode.

Shabby?So his name is Shabby? !What kind of bad name is this? !An Xiaoyu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

(End of this chapter)