The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Su Mucheng pouted, pinched another macaron and threw it into her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging with her stuff, as if she was hiding her breath.

He couldn't help but reach out and pinch her soft cheeks, which felt good.

"What are you thinking about?"

Su Mucheng glanced at him sideways and said nothing.

Qin Xiaomeng next to her opened her eyes wide when she saw Xiao Mo at the door, and was so excited that she couldn't sit still.

She had been trying to suppress her excitement, but suddenly she stood up suddenly, grabbed the paper and pen on the coffee table and walked towards the door.

"Xiao Mo!"

Qin Xiaomeng's face turned a little red and she raised her pen: "Can you sign your name for me? I'm your big fan!"

Xiao Mo: "..."

His eyes were forced back by Qin Xiaomeng's shout.

He raised his lips and smiled: "Okay."

He took the pen and signed his name on the paper generously.

"That's great! Thank you! I will always support you!"

He didn't crush Orange last time, so he was still her idol.

After Qin Xiaomeng finished speaking, she turned around and returned to her seat.

This scene happened so unexpectedly that Cheng Zixiu frowned and looked at Qin Xiaomeng with a meaningful look.

She stuffed the signature paper into her bag, and then ate as if nothing had happened.

"..."

At this moment, the waiter came and knocked on the door, very politely and respectfully: "Master Chen, Mr. Cheng, Mr. Jiang, the show is on."

The stage is open, which means that the ghost hand is out.

Mo Yanchen led Su Mucheng downstairs, with Cheng Zixiu and others following behind.

Shen Xinru, who said hello at the beginning and said no more, pursed her lips and her eyes were dark.

The little girl just now is probably the woman Mo Huaiyang mentioned. She is indeed very beautiful, and her face is rare and exquisite.

But he looks very young, and his clothes are quite ordinary, so his family background should be quite ordinary.

Shen Xinru lowered her eyes and turned around to follow.

The long golden table in the hall.

Cheng Zixiu and Jiang Ze walked to both sides and sat down. Mo Yanchen sat on the main seat. He held Su Mucheng on his lap and sat there, wrapping his long arms around her body and holding her in his arms.

Xiao Mo's eyes narrowed sharply with complicated expressions.

Shen Xinru's face turned pale, she pinched her fingertips hard, walked to the other side and sat down.

Her family has a special place here.

not like her.

Not a single stool.

Shen Xinru looked at Su Mucheng with contemptuous eyes, but before she could move away, she suddenly grabbed her.

Su Mucheng curled her lips and smiled, but her eyes were cold and there was no smile.

Shen Xinru was startled in her heart. She was still shocked when she saw that delicate and beautiful face again.

But...what's the use of being beautiful?

The only person who can stand beside Yan Chen is an outstanding woman like her.

"Here! Here she is!"

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd.

On the stairs, a woman wearing a half-mask and dressed in black came down.

Her long hair was hung loosely behind her head, and her red lips were slowly curled. She had a strong aura and was particularly beautiful.

The woman walked directly to the other end of the long table and sat down in the middle. She placed her hands casually on the table with an indescribable feeling.

That's right, she is the ghost hand of Xianzhuang.

She plays the show once a year, and no one can beat her so far.

The gaze under the ghost hand mask looked at Mo Yanchen, smiled politely, and inadvertently glanced at Su Mucheng in his arms.

That smile suddenly froze!

Even the fingers on the table suddenly stopped.

The facial features were so shocked that they lost facial control. Fortunately, they were hidden under the mask and could not be seen by others.

But Su Mucheng could see it one by one.

She sat very comfortably on Mo Yanchen's lap, supporting her face with her left hand, and tapping the fingers of her right hand on the table comfortably, one by one, nonchalantly.

Her eyes were staring straight at the ghost hand opposite without any concealment, and she even smiled.

"Fuck! What's the situation?"

Jiang Ze couldn't help but ask in Cheng Zixiu's ear.

Why does my sister-in-law smile at Ghost Hands?

Was he trying to confuse her so they could win?

But the other party is a woman!

and……

Jiang Ze silently glanced at Mo Yanchen, and there was no need for this one.

Ghost Hand looked away from Su Mucheng, but the fingers holding the cards couldn't help but tremble.

Jiang Ze and the others also often played cards, but they were still a little excited when they faced the ghost hand.

Looking at Mo Yanchen, his expression was very calm, and he didn't seem to be paying attention to the stage. He was very casual.

From beginning to end, he never flipped a card, as if he was just joining in the fun.

After one round, Jiang Ze lost.

Intermission.

Guishou glanced at Su Mucheng and turned to go upstairs.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Su Mucheng got off Mo Yanchen and walked slowly towards the bathroom.

As soon as he opened the door and went in, a dark figure suddenly came up and slammed the door shut.

"Sister!"