Mo Shao's little ancestor is quite arrogant

Mo Jingchen took out the receipt that Han Xiao gave him and put it in front of him.

Said: "Since you have already thrown an olive branch to me, then why should I not accept it? You and Rosen may not have hatred, but you and the people around Rosen should have had grudges for a long time."

In a word.

It made Han Xiaojun's face turn cold.

Mo Jingchen then took out a few more photos and put them on the table one by one, "Han Qin, the last third head of the Han family, that is, your third uncle, was already dead. Jin Chan escaped from the shell by feigning death, changed her identity, changed her name and went to country M, mixed with Luo Sen, and worked for Luo Sen. The real thought that the Han family was wiped out three years ago was caused by the tricks he used secretly. That massacre was the one that caused the complete defeat of the Han family."

Mo Jingchen pointed to the face on the photo, "He is the current Rot."

Han Xiao's finger joints tightened suddenly, and then there was a creaking sound.

Mo Jingchen looked at him indifferently and stopped talking.

Yes, this is Roth.

Also Han Qin.

The person he investigated after a long time had always thought that Han Qin was a docile and kind elder, but he never thought that he was the real mastermind behind the scenes.

In order to avenge this revenge, Han Xiao once tried to get close to Luo Sen.

But the risk is too great, and I have never found a chance to start.

So, he looked at Mo Jingchen.

"what's your plan!"

This sentence is enough to cover everything. Han Xiao agreed with Mo Jingchen's approach, and the two reached a consensus on cooperation.

Mo Jingchen put away the photos and said, "Using Luo Sen's suspicious traits, just let them run wild."

Han Xiao didn't change his expression, "And then?"

Mo Jingchen closed his eyes, and the business came slowly: "You can use a person to make Luo Sen suspicious of everyone around him, and Luo Sen will definitely be fooled, because he will not give enough to anyone. Even though Rot is now Rosen's most capable assistant, in fact, it is impossible for someone picked up halfway to have trust in him, and I know this best."

"Who is that person?" Han Xiao asked the question he was concerned about.

Mo Jingchen pinched the receipt, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "A person who should have been taught a lesson long ago!"

"Ok!"

Mo Jingchen felt that Lan Xi was in a low mood, and wanted to cheer her up, so he cooked beef noodles for Lan Xi himself.

This was what Mo Jingchen secretly learned before, and Lan Xi praised him for doing a good job, so Mo Jingchen thought of such a trick, trying to make Lan Xi happy.

Lan Xi hugged her knees and sat on the deck chair on the balcony, staring outside with ecstasy.

The delicious beef noodles were served in front of her, but she didn't even react.

"I did it, try to see if the craftsmanship has deteriorated?"

Mo Jingchen's temptation made Lan Xi turn to look at him, "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat."

Hearing this, Mo Jingchen put the beef noodles aside.

He picked her up and replaced him with him holding her on his lap and sitting on the recliner together.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, the number is free, don't be too sad, okay?"

"I know!"

Because she was sitting on his lap, Lan Xi's line of sight was just at the same level as his eyes.

She stared into his deep eyes, "I was just thinking that the life I want can end at the age of 60, so that I don't have to suffer from illness and old age."

Mo Jingchen pulled his lips, "How old is your father?"

Lan Xi thought for a while, "61?"

"Well, so, unfortunately, he still suffered from illness."

"I do not want!"

Lan Xi suddenly looked like a deflated ball, her whole body was limp, she tilted her head, and leaned on Mo Jingchen's shoulder.

Sighing, he said, "I think it's really a very painful thing for a person to die of old age and illness alone. I'm obviously very afraid of death, but I still have to accept this result calmly."

"Nonsense, you are not alone, I will grow old with you, and then get sick and die together."

Mo Jingchen followed her words.

Lan Xi, who was still wilted, immediately straightened her body and head when she heard it, and stared at him, "Are you crazy? What are you saying that is unlucky? Hurry up and slap yourself in the mouth, please forgive me, and say that you are fooling around." .”

Mo Jingchen: "..."

Such a superstitious Lan Xi made Mo Jingchen laugh.

He chuckled, "It turns out that Professor Lan, who is so knowledgeable, can be such an idiot at times."

The corner of Lan Xi's mouth twitched, "You can't say that, okay? I'm just mad at you."

It is necessary to say that death is not dead at this time. At this juncture, death is really too sensitive a word.

No matter who it happened to, she was a little reluctant to accept it.

Mo Jingchen hugged Lan Xi's waist tightly, "Then tell me, what should I say?"

"You hit yourself first."

Lan Xi grabbed Mo Jingchen's hand and asked him to slap her on the mouth, "Hurry up."

Mo Jingchen: "..."

Lan Xi grabbed his hands, so he could only cooperate obediently.

He slapped himself on the mouth twice, "I said something wrong, please don't blame me, my lord."

It does look a little funny for him to make such a move.

Lan Xi pursed her lips, and quickly got into his arms, holding him tightly.

"I admit that something happened to my dad, but if something happens to you, I really can't even imagine such a scene!"

Mo Jingchen's heart tightened when he heard the low voice, he also patted her on the back, and said comfortingly: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I will always accompany you until I grow old, and I will never be more beautiful than you Get out of this world first, okay?"

Life and death are only in one thought, but it is mixed with irreparable pain.

Lan Xi leaned on Mo Jingchen's shoulder, "I want to send him back to Ancheng. Maybe he is right. There is no need to waste time for treatment. If it really doesn't work, it's better to spend the last time of his life with him."

"You are right, and he is right, but, with the dying man, everything is based on his thoughts."

For some reason, Lan Xi's nose was sore, "Well, I understand!"

Speaking with a nasal sound, Mo Jingchen immediately turned her face away.

Although she didn't cry, the downcast eyes did not escape Mo Jingchen's eyes.

He squeezed her face, "Since you have decided to send him back, then face him with the best state, don't look so depressed, he will be in a bad mood, huh?"

What Mo Jingchen said made sense.

The patient's mood is already very bad, so she can't influence him with negative energy.

Taking a deep breath, Lan Xi said, "I understand, it won't happen in the future."

She bit her lip, "Since the decision has been made, don't let Anyang continue the treatment, let her go back to country M, don't waste her time."