Chapter 1865 Little Yijue Cares a Lot About His Father

Before Gu Chengdong finished speaking, he heard a magnetic voice from behind him.

"It seems that you are very interested in my son." Xiao Mohan's magnetic voice was slightly depressed, and he was obviously a little unhappy.

His son actually ran away with someone else.

Xiao Mohan was unhappy, and his strong possessiveness seemed to want to take the thing back.

"Dad." Xiao Yijue turned his head and shouted excitedly when he saw Xiao Mohan, but his eyes moved from Xiao Mohan's face to his left hand, and saw a red patch there.

His eyes were dark, and he subconsciously hugged Gu Chengdong's neck.

"Uncle." Xiao Yijue lowered his head and shouted to Gu Chengdong. The two seemed to be talking about something, but the voice was very low, and Xiao Mohan raised his handsome eyebrows.

Gu Chengdong listened, slightly surprised, and looked at Xiao Yijue.

"Okay." Gu Chengdong said dotingly, put Xiao Yijue down, and he lifted his little feet and walked towards Xiao Mohan.

Xiao Mohan looked at Gu Chengdong, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't notice that Xiao Yijue silently reached out to take out a bottle, and his little hand clumsily took out something.

He unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured the medicine on his little palm, and rubbed it on the back of Xiao Mohan's hand.

"Hiss." Xiao Mohan groaned in a deep voice, and a burst of burning pain came from the back of his burned hand. He looked down and saw Xiao Yijue pouring the medicine seriously and rubbing it on the back of his hand carefully.

Gu Chengdong watched this scene, his hands clasped in front of his chest, stepped back half a step, leaned against the pillar and looked thoughtfully, then turned his face away and didn't look again.

"Huhuhuhu" Xiao Yijue rubbed it twice and glared at it seriously.

Thinking that Xiao Yichu and Xiao Yiyan both liked "Huhuhuhu" very much, it seemed that after "Huhuhu", it would not hurt too much, so he tried it once.

"Xiao Yijue." Xiao Mohan's voice was hoarse, and he looked at him with complicated eyes.

He never expected that this son who was not even a child yet would rub medicine on his hand, and because he was not tall enough, he still tried to tiptoe.

Xiao Mohan's silent black eyes revealed a certain look. He reached out and picked up Xiao Yijue.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yijue was picked up by him, thinking that Xiao Mohan was angry, and quickly handed the bottle to him, pointing at the bottle, as if saying that it was medicine.

"Thank you," Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice. Xiao Yijue listened, blinked his long eyelashes, thought he had heard it wrong, and saw Xiao Mohan reaching out and gently touching his face.

"Thank you." Xiao Mohan said, the little guy listened, and suddenly smiled and lay on his shoulder.

After lying for two seconds, he straightened his back with excitement, pointed at Gu Chengdong and said, "Uncle."

"Sit down, I have something to talk to your uncle." Xiao Mohan said, put him aside, strode forward, and Gu Chengdong turned around and looked at him provocatively.

The two powerful men looked at each other, as if they were going to destroy the world.

"Gu Miaoting, you brought it here, right?" Xiao Mohan said in a light voice, as if everything was under his control.

Gu Chengdong was silent and said nothing.

He did not admit it, but he did not deny it either.

"You were poisoned not by the Feng family, but by this luxurious Lian residence." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, his silent black eyes glaring at the entire night.

He seemed to be the master who dominated the entire world, and nothing could escape his palm.

"Back then, she tied you back, probably because she wanted you to replace Lian Chenyue." Xiao Mohan said, his strong palm lightly grasping the railing handrail.

Gu Chengdong was silent, stretched out his hand to take out a cigarette and lit it, thought for a while, and asked: "Do you smoke?"

Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand, pushed the cigarette away, and subconsciously took two steps back, fearing that he would be stained with the smell of cigarettes. Gu Chuyan didn't like the smell of tobacco very much, so he quit.