Chapter 297 Mo Han, Good Job

Gu Chuyan reached out to clasp his big palm, and said pleasantly, "Mo Han, well done."

"Huh?" Seeing her excited appearance, Xiao Mohan raised his eyebrows, only to see Gu Chuyan smile mysteriously, turned over and grabbed his shirt and put it on.

She trotted towards the bathroom, and the moment she closed the door, she said to him, "I hate him very much."

"Hehe." Xiao Mohan laughed out loud.

Faintly hearing the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, Xiao Mohan got up, took out his nightgown, put on the nightgown, and walked to the door of the bathroom.

"Chuchu, I'll go to the study."

"Okay." Gu Chuyan turned her head and said.

Hearing the sound of his leaving footsteps, she came out cautiously after taking a shower, climbed onto the bed, hugged Xiao Mohan's pillow, and pressed her small face against it.

"Mo Han, I won't let him hurt you." She whispered.

Today in Mr. Hei's villa, the man's demeanor and words made Gu Chuyan extremely disgusted. With a woman's sixth sense, he aimed at Xiao Mohan.

She lay on the bed, thinking about it, and fell asleep.

In the study, Xiao Mohan stepped forward, stood in front of the bookcase, and stretched out his hand to open the drawer.

I saw the chubby body of the little fox lying quietly inside, without moving.

"Master." Han Changqing opened the door and walked in, Wenshui followed behind.

Xiao Mohan raised his head and glanced at them.

Han Changqing and Wenshui came forward, saw the figure in the drawer, Wenshui was startled, lowered his head and stretched out his hand to poke, and found that the little fox was abnormally quiet.

"It, it, what's wrong?" Wenshui stammered in fright.

Han Changqing's face changed, and he asked seriously, "Master, what's wrong with it?"

Xiao Mohan reached out and closed the drawer.

He turned around and walked to the sofa to sit down. Han Changqing and Wenshui also stepped forward to sit down. In the study, the atmosphere became quiet.

"What? You got sick last night, someone gave you medicine? Who did it?" Wenshui listened, reached out and patted the table to stand up.

Han Changqing raised his eyes and looked at him contemptuously: "Who else?"

"It seems that I guessed it right." Han Changqing said in a deep voice. He reached out and took a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and continued: "At that time, I suspected that someone was researching medicine that could induce the cause of his body."

Ask water to listen and sit down quietly.

"Han, you just like this, do nothing?" Wenshui was impatient and couldn't hold his breath.

Xiao Mohan got up, walked to the side to make coffee, with a quiet expression, never worried about these things at all.

"Xiao Mohan, why don't you just say something." Wen Shui became anxious, stood up, and strode forward.

At this time, the study door was pushed open.

Zhuo Bi's figure appeared, and he was a little dusty, reaching out and throwing a stack of documents on the table.

"Han, it's done."

"En." Xiao Mohan responded, and handed the coffee to Wenshui.

Asked about the water and brought the coffee to them, and after distributing it to them, he still fidgeted.

Xiao Mohan turned around and returned to his position.

"Taste." Xiao Mohan said in a low voice, Zhuo Bi smiled and raised his glass to him.

Han Changqing and Wenshui watched them playing dumb for no reason, but they didn't know what they were talking about.

At midnight, Mr. Hei returned to the villa after finishing his official duties.

"How is it?" Mr. Hei asked in a low voice, being supported on the sofa, looking up at the dark place.

He said the matter again, Mr. Hei chewed his gum, and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you stop Wenshui from going back to Xiao's house?"

"I am not his opponent." The person in the dark said.

Asking water may seem funny, but it is definitely a ruthless hand.

Mr. Hei remained silent, the figure flashed and disappeared into the bedroom.

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