The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

As soon as Su Mucheng returned to Mo Garden, she saw Mo Yanchen sitting on the sofa with a notebook on his lap. When she heard the voice, she turned around and saw her.

"came back."

"Ah."

"Why did you get off work so early today?"

As usual, she changed her shoes and snuggled into the man's arms, but this time she seemed to be particularly well-behaved.

She put her arms around his waist, rested her head on his chest, and held him tightly.

Mo Yanchen frowned and rested his chin gently on her furry head, his breath lingering with the strong smell of tobacco.

He threw the notebook aside, and with a little force, he held Su Mucheng's butt on his waist and walked upstairs.

After closing the door, he reached out to turn on the light but Su Mucheng stopped him: "Don't open it, don't open it yet."

Mo Yanchen's eyebrows knitted even tighter. He carried the familiar person to the sofa and sat down. He patted her back gently with his big hand and said in a low and gentle voice: "Okay, don't turn on the light."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yanchen's back suddenly stiffened, and the big hand on his back also stiffened suddenly.

"Orange orange..."

He felt wet and hot liquid sliding over his collarbone.

she cried.

Su Mucheng grabbed his clothes tightly, pursed her lips, and forced back the soreness in her eyes.

don't cry.

How could she cry.

Only the idiot and weakling in the previous life could cry, but the Su Mucheng in this life is strong and powerful.

She blinked and smiled: "Yan Chen, I watched a special movie today, and I still haven't come back to my senses."

Mo Yanchen didn't say anything, just hugged her.

The sourness in her eyes was forced away with all her strength. Su Mucheng raised her head and smiled: "Your collarbone is so beautiful with the crystal liquid on it!"

"Su Mucheng."

The man's voice was deep, and Su Mucheng's back suddenly stiffened, and the smile on her lips froze as well.

In her memory, he had never called her that.

Mo Yanchen still held her in his arms, walked to the wall and pressed the light switch with his shoulder.

He gently placed the little girl in his arms on the big bed and sat down. He knelt down in front of her and held her cold hand.

"What happened?"

His dark pupils stared closely into her eyes, unwilling to miss any emotion.

Su Mucheng pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Chengcheng, you are not good at lying, you know?"

The man's rough fingertips rubbed against her palm bit by bit: "Every time you tell a lie, you always talk about things that are irrelevant."

Su Mucheng was startled and suddenly looked at him.

In the last life, she had been lurking next to him, lying and deceiving him.

He knew it, but still refused to expose it and fell into her lies that were full of gaps.

There is no turning back.

Regardless of the consequences.

The man raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, smiling: "Little villain, you smoke."

"Who gave you the cigarette?"

When he asked this question, a coldness flashed in his eyes.

How could his baby be surrounded by smoke?

"Yan Chen."

Su Mucheng lowered her eyes, blinking her eyelashes slightly to suppress the messy things in her eyes.

"I just miss my mother."

She said: "I never said a word to her, nor did I act coquettishly in her arms. She even...she didn't even hug me."

It's too late.

Mo Yanchen didn't speak, but held her hand tighter. He knew that her mother died in childbirth when giving birth to her.

The girl's voice sounded low again, with a hollow tone: "Do you think she could have survived without me?"

If it weren't for keeping her, would her mother still have a chance to live?

"Orange."

Mo Yanchen's face became serious, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the girl suddenly raise her head, her delicate eyebrows showing a bright aura.

"However, my mother has to protect me even at the cost of her life. When I grow up, I should do something for her."

The ends of her raised eyes were slightly sarcastic, and revealed an unexplainable coldness.

……

Noon the next day.

Su Mucheng leaned lazily under the big tree at the intersection of Su's villa. She pressed her peaked cap on her head and held a lollipop in her mouth. Her delicate eyebrows were half-concealed, and she was looking at her phone carelessly, looking indescribably cold.

Not far away, Butler Su's hurried figure ran over.

"Miss."

Su Mucheng raised her index finger and touched the brim of her hat, revealing her beautiful eyes.

"During this period, keep an eye on Li Shujuan and her daughter."

She took out a black object as big as a fingernail from her pocket and handed it to Butler Su: "Put this in my dad's bedroom."

"Good lady."

Ever since Su Mucheng came home last time, Butler Su had started to take a different look at her. In the past few days, he had followed the eldest lady's instructions and paid attention to Li Shujuan and her daughter. Sure enough, he had heard something fishy.

And now, the eldest lady wants to put this little thing that she doesn't understand into Mr. Su's bedroom. No matter what it is, he will do it.

After all, the young lady’s head is much smarter than those people’s now.