Mo Shao's little ancestor is quite arrogant

Su Menglai made Zhuo Han a strawberry mille-feuille cake, dried mangoes, and taro ball milk tea, which took three hours to complete.

She thought to herself, if Zhuo Han doesn't like to eat these things, then he really has no choice but to let him eat air.

However, the result made her dumbfounded.

Zhuo Han finished eating all, and asked her: "Is there any more?"

Su Menglai covered her face, "Brother, you ate what I made for Lan Xi and Mo Shao."

Three cups of milk tea, three thousand-layer cakes, and three servings of dried mangoes were all eaten by Zhuo Han.

Su Menglai didn't expect that he guessed it right, this guy really likes sweets.

Lan Xi squinted at Zhuo Han, "Aren't you afraid of getting diabetes if you eat such sweets?"

"What are you afraid of! People who have been bitten by dogs are still afraid of diabetes?"

"..."

Mo Jingchen raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "Would it be possible for you to brag about being bitten by a dog for the rest of your life?"

"Er..." Zhuo Han was suddenly speechless.

"Most people can't do it, and it's not easy for him to persevere."

Lan Xi echoed Mo Jingchen's words.

"Make these for me every day from now on, it's so delicious!" Zhuo Han said to Su Menglai.

He has always been picky about what he eats, and sweets are his favorite taste.

And there are not many delicious ones. The taste of the ones bought outside is always unsatisfactory. Although he eats sweet ones, he doesn't like to eat particularly sweet and greasy ones.

And what Su Menglai made was just right, sweet but not greasy, soft but not glutinous, just right for his taste.

Su Menglai said speechlessly: "Even if you're not afraid of getting diabetes, I'm still afraid of being exhausted doing these things every day!"

"How tired are you? Isn't it your duty? You have to try your best to take care of me. "

Zhuo Han didn't have the habit of pity and cherish jade. He always only cared about his own enjoyment, and didn't care about other people's tiredness and feelings.

"Do you know how long it took me to make these? It's fine for you to eat it all by yourself, but you still let me do it every day!"

"I don't know, I just know that if I want to eat, you have to do it."

Su Menglai: "..."

She thought about it, but responded lightly.

"Okay, as long as you want to eat, I will do it."

She was so obedient, Zhuo Han smiled with satisfaction, "That's right, this is the attitude of a maid."

Su Menglai smiled, "Thank you for your compliment, I think I'm great too."

At this moment, Zhuo Han felt particularly accomplished.

He turned to Mo Jingchen and Lan Xi and said shyly, "Look, this is the effect after training, it's still very improved, right?"

There seemed to be the words "Praise me soon" written on his face, and neither Lan Xi nor Mo Jingchen wanted to talk to him.

Su Menglai pursed her lips, but also had nothing to say.

Ask Lan Xi directly, "Are you going back tonight?"

"Well, let's go!"

After talking to Mo Jingchen, Lan Xi and Su Menglai left the hospital together. Both of them were in the ward. Mo Jingchen is recovering gradually now, so he doesn't need Lan Xi to be here with him.

……

Time passed quickly, Mo Jingchen completed the discharge procedures on New Year's Eve, and Lan Xi drove him and Su Menglai back to Enyang City.

But Zhuo Han insisted on squeezing into the car.

It is said that it is convenient for Su Menglai to take care of him, but in fact he has nothing to do, the injection is over, and he has had a physical examination, and the doctor said that there is no problem.

But he still continued to make things difficult for Su Menglai and refused to let him go.

After returning home, Mo Jingchen and Zhuo Han moved into the house arranged by the Mo family. The villa was prepared for Mo Jingchen by Mr. Mo before his death, and this was the first time he lived there.

Zhuo Han sat comfortably on the sofa, watching the internal facilities of the villa.

"Although the conditions are a little worse than those in country M, it's not bad. It's not bad."

Mo Jingchen said unhurriedly: "You can go back, I won't keep you."

Ever since he discovered how harsh Ti Zhuohan was to Su Menglai, Mo Jingchen felt that it was a very wrong decision to persuade Zhuohan to stay in the country for a while.

However, is it too late to persuade you to retreat now?
"No, I've changed my mind now, and I've decided to stay here for a while longer."

Zhuo Han crossed his legs, "It's pretty good here, the food is delicious, and the people are easy to handle. I won't leave for the time being. Anyway, there is nothing to do in country M for the time being."

Mo Jingchen kindly reminded: "Don't blame me for not telling you, this is not your territory, the degree to which Mayor Su loves his daughter is unimaginable, if you dare to bully Su Menglai under his nose, there will be eat your good fruit."

"Hahaha, to be honest, I actually have a little expectation now, how will he give me good fruit to eat."

Zhuo Han was not only not worried, but even more excited.

Seeing him like this, Mo Jingchen slowly pursed his lips and said nothing.

There are several bedrooms in the villa, Zhuo Han chose a room for himself, went in and took a bath.

He and Mo Jingchen were discharged from the hospital together. Although the hospital was quite redundant, he felt that he had gained a lot.

For example, Su Menglai is a joy.

After Mo Jingchen returned to his room, the first thing he did was to take a shower. After washing, he was about to call Lan Xi, but another call came in.

It's Mo Linwei.

"Jing Chen, come back for dinner tonight on New Year's Eve?"

Mo Linwei must have heard the news of Mo Jingchen's return, otherwise he wouldn't have called so punctually.

Mo Jingchen held the phone, his handsome face was calm, "No need, you celebrate your holiday."

"Jing Chen, today is New Year's Eve anyway, a day of reunion, your grandpa just wasn't here, and without you at home, it's really deserted."

Mo Linwei's voice sounded a bit humble, but Mo Jingchen didn't appreciate it.

"not my business."

"Hey!" Mo Linwei sighed, and said suddenly: "I originally planned to give you the relics left by your mother during her lifetime, but I didn't expect you to be so resistant to me."

Because of his words, Mo Jingchen's expression turned cold.

In a pair of jet-black eyes, there was no warmth in them.

The thin lips moved slightly, "Half an hour."

When the words fell, he hung up the phone.

After a moment of silence, he planned to continue calling Lan Xi, but just as he was dialing, Lan Xi's call came in.

Mo Jingchen's face softened a little, and his voice was soft, "Coincidentally, I was about to call you."

"What are you doing?" Lan Xi asked.

Mo Jingchen pursed his lips, "I just took a shower."

"Uncle and aunt have already said that they want you to come here for the New Year's Eve dinner tonight."

Lan Xi told Mo Jingchen straight to the point, Su Yu and He Wen's invitation.

Holding the phone, Mo Jingchen said calmly, "No, I'm going back to Mo's house."

Lan Xi on the other end of the phone froze after hearing this.

"Are you going back to Mo's house for New Year's Eve?"

She couldn't believe it, how could Mo Jingchen be willing to do this.

"Going to take care of something." Mo Jingchen said in a soft voice, "Tomorrow, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, I will formally pay a visit to Mayor Su."