Mo Shao's little ancestor is quite arrogant

Zhuo Han suddenly figured it out and swallowed the pill directly.

While eating, Anyang looked up at him.

"Follow me back to Country M!"

Zhuo Han was taken aback.

Also, now he has no meaning to stay in the country.

However, there still seemed to be some reluctance in my heart.

He turned his face away and said in a low voice, "Let's talk about it later!"

Anyang nodded, "Alright, I happen to be staying for a while."

The health pot tasted tasteless at all, so he went to make a plate of very spicy dipping sauce, and then he ate it with it.

But after taking two bites, Anyang took it away.

She slapped him on the head again, "Don't eat it, just took the medicine and now it's so spicy, do you want to die?"

Zhuo Han: "..."

Anyang is too strong and speaks without mercy.

Zhuo Han had no choice but to make another non-spicy dipping sauce.

"Tell me, what happened that time, why did that accident happen?"

Zhuo Han was taken aback, knowing that she meant the time when he lost control and pinched Su Menglai.

After a moment of silence, he said, "I don't know, maybe at that moment, I thought of that woman!"

Anyang narrowed his eyes, "What I thought of before I did it, I only thought of it after I did it."

"After doing it."

"Then you have a new problem? When will your brain be normal again? Don't think about it in a mess!"

Zhuo Han smiled in a low voice, with some helplessness, "I am also controlling, why can't I control it?"

"It's okay, I can help you control it with me." Anyang said very confidently.

Zhuo Han: "..."

After eating for a while, Anyang suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

I ran to make a spicy dip dish and eat it.

Zhuo Han looked at it and stared, "What do you mean, you won't let me eat it, but you still eat it yourself?"

Anyang chuckled, "I haven't taken any medicine, I can take whatever I want, you are not qualified."

"No, why should I listen to you, a woman, I want to eat."

After finishing speaking, he brought the dipping material just now in front of himself again.

Haven't eaten yet.

In the next second, Anyang hit the back of his hand with a chopstick, and a red mark appeared on the back of his hand.

"You dare to take a bite and try it!"

Zhuo Han: "..."

Anyang's personality is like this, strong, and unreasonably strong, reaching the point of arrogance.

Zhuo Han was so angry that he dropped his chopsticks.

"Okay, then you can eat it yourself, I won't eat it."

Anyang lowered his head and ate with relish, "That's the best, it's good for you to eat less."

then.

Zhuo Han watched helplessly as Anyang ate up a table of dishes. The amount of these dishes was equivalent to four people eating hot pot. Zhuo Han didn't even eat a quarter, and Anyang took care of the rest.

And most of them are meat, meat dishes.

There are not many vegetarian dishes.

Although Anyang is a medical genius, he is not like other medical students who like to keep healthy in their daily life, eating what they don't eat and what they don't.

She really ate everything, and she ate a lot. In their circle of friends, they all knew that Anyang was a big eater, a foodie, and the amount of food they ate was the amount of several of them.

It's been a long time since I had dinner with Anyang, which made Zhuo Han feel a little unaccustomed.

But once you look at it, you get used to it.

She was still the same Anyang she was familiar with.

After all the dishes were finished, there was nothing left, Anyang wiped his mouth.

"Come on, go back to sleep."

"..."

Zhuo Han settled the bill and took Anyang to a hotel.

"Where do you live?" she asked.

Zhuo Han said without thinking: "Lanxi's home!"

Mo Jingchen's girlfriend?
The one I just met today.

"Okay, then you don't need to open a hotel, take me to live in her house too."

"……you sure?"

"I came here to see a doctor for her father. What's wrong with staying at her house? Is it a matter of course?"

That being said, it makes sense.

Zhuo Han agreed with her.

However, when he was about to go there, Anyang suddenly said: "I don't feel sleepy anymore, let's go to the movies!"

Zhuo Han had an inexplicable expression, "Are you out of your mind? What movie are you watching with me?"

Anyang's face darkened, and he gradually disliked these words.

As if watching a movie with her is such a shameful thing.

He yelled in displeasure: "Watching a movie with your aunt is your blessing, why have you been wronged?"

This sentence really shocked Zhuo Han again.

Because the volume is so loud, the illusion that the eardrums are about to burst.

He twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, "Okay, let's go to the movies. You choose the movie first, and I'll take you there."

This way, Anyang is satisfied.

Pick up your phone to search for nearby movie theaters and book tickets directly.

Zhuo Han gritted his teeth secretly, taking advantage of Anyang's inattention, took out his mobile phone and sent Mo Jingchen a message to complain.

"Hurry up and save the child, this woman is simply crazy."

Mo Jingchen's message came back in seconds, "Please take care of me!"

Zhuo Han continued to edit angrily, "She came to your father-in-law to see a doctor, and it has nothing to do with me, so why should I be tortured like this?"

"Because she needs you."

"..."

Zhuo Han just wanted to say that she needed him to be tortured by her, how could anyone really need him.

It's a weekday.

Anyang is not familiar with the place, so the cinema I found has very few people.

They didn't choose a couple's hall, but there were only six people in total, sitting in the huge movie hall, which seemed particularly loose.

Moreover, the six people are still three men and three women. Apart from the two of them, the other four are also two teams of couples.

Anyang and Zhuo Han sat in the second-to-last row, and the closest two were four rows away from them.

If they say something or do something in the back, they will never be found and heard.

An Yang said: "Why is the domestic film industry so unpopular? Nobody."

"That's because you didn't come at the right time. Try it at night or on weekends. There are so many people that you can't tell who is who."

"is it?"

Anyang thought to himself, from now on, he should only choose this time to come to the movie.

Leaving aside weekends and holidays, it is the most correct choice.

The film is a romantic literary film, Zhuo Han was very bored watching it.

To him, this kind of on-screen love affair was extremely childish.

He was about to fall asleep watching it, but Anyang was enjoying it.

When Zhuo Han was about to fall asleep, she slapped him awake.

Order him like a parent, "Sit down for me and watch carefully."

Zhuo Han wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. To be honest, he didn't sleep well last night, but now he is very sleepy, and he has to be forcibly controlled to this ghost place to be tortured.

He folded his arms and stared at the screen.

But the eyes are slowly starting to fight, and they can close every second.