The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

"Ah----don't...don't..."

With a horrified scream, Su Mucheng suddenly sat up from the bed.

Her delicate little face was pale, and there was a fine line of cold sweat on her forehead. Her hair was soaked and stuck to her forehead.

She sat on the bed and gasped, obviously not recovering from the nightmare just now.

What catches the eye is a pure white ceiling, luxurious and beautiful crystal lamps, high-end customized sofas...

Turning his eyes, all the furnishings in the room seemed extremely familiar.

This... seems to be her room in Mo Yanchen's villa.

Su Mucheng rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Yes, it was still such an environment.

She was stunned, what was going on?

Isn't she dead?

Is it...

Su Mucheng was shocked when she realized something was possible. She hurriedly found her phone. When she looked at the time, her pupils widened.

The second day of August 20**.

This was just one month after she married Mo Yanchen, which meant that she was reborn!

Reborn two years ago, when they just got married!

The corners of Su Mucheng's mouth couldn't help but curl into a beautiful smile.

That being said, it’s not too late!

Mo Yanchen is not dead, and she has not killed him yet!

Mo Yanchen...

Thinking of how this man had tried his best to protect her in her previous life, Su Mucheng's eyes turned red. She threw off the quilt and ran out without even having time to put on her shoes.

She wants to see him!

"Mo Yanchen... Mo Yanchen..."

Su Mucheng ran down the spiral staircase with bare feet. Apart from the housekeeper and servants, there was no one she was looking for.

"Butler, where is Mo Yanchen? Where is he?"

"The young master is, in the study."

Su Mucheng was overjoyed when she got the answer. She turned around and ran to the study regardless of the housekeeper's shocked and confused expression!

in the study.

The man's slender figure was sitting on the desk and chair, with a cold and indifferent expression, a touch of sadness between his brows, and his facial features, which were as carved as a knife and ax, were breathtaking.

"How is she?"

Lin Yan nodded respectfully: "Sir, the young lady slept soundly after taking the medicine, and the fever has gradually subsided. She should be fine."

"Ah."

Lin Yan hesitated and said hesitantly: "Master, if you are worried, just go and have a look."

Mo Yanchen shook his head silently, looking coldly out the window, with a hint of ridicule on his lips.

She hates him!Even hate him!

When he went to see her, she only became more emotional.

The cold was just getting better, so no matter how worried he was, he had to try his best to restrain himself.

Since her marriage, she has been trying to escape all the time, reminding him all the time that she doesn't love him!

Mo Yanchen was afraid, afraid that his departure would have the opposite effect.

He only dared to secretly use the spare key to open the door late at night while she was sleeping, and guard her quietly in the dark night.

The study door was unlocked, and Su Mucheng opened it with a slight twist.

That tall figure just sat there, and she ran away happily!

Before Mo Yanchen could react, there was a soft and charming little figure in his arms.

"Yan Chen... Yan Chen..."

Su Mucheng hugged the man's neck tightly like a koala and buried her head in his strong arms.

"Yan Chen, it's great! I can see you again!"

She was thinking about herself with a lot of emotions. When she thought about the last moment of her life, when the man used his body to support her a way out, the tip of Su Mucheng's nose couldn't help but feel sore.

Mo Yanchen was completely stunned by this unexpected embrace. He even kept his hands spread out, and he didn't react at all.

Is this... an orange?

"Yan Chen."

Su Mucheng raised her clear eyes with blurred tears. The next second, she held the man's handsome face, gave him a "chirp" and kissed him hard on the corner of the mouth.

Like a sneaky cat, Su Mucheng smiled with crooked eyebrows and tilted her little head into the man's chest.

Mo Yanchen, in this life, I must hold your hand tightly.

When the girl's soft lips touched, Mo Yanchen's back stiffened!

With eyes full of disbelief, Chengcheng... took the initiative to kiss him?

At some point, Lin Yan had wisely retreated.

"Chengcheng, are you... okay?"

His hesitant big hand slowly came to the girl's fair forehead, pausing again and again.

Do you have a fever?

Is the cold getting worse?

Hearing Mo Yanchen's voice, Su Mucheng's hidden tears threatened to burst again.

She remembered that in her last life, she had never said a serious word to him. The only time she took the initiative to speak to him was to help Ye Sheng get confidential information from Mo Yanchen.

And... just before he died, he called her out loud and said he was sorry.

The big tears wetted the man's sleeves drop by drop, and Mo Yanchen felt heartbroken.

He hurriedly wiped her: "If Chengcheng doesn't cry, where does it hurt?"

"My heart aches."

Su Mucheng cried while grabbing the man's big hand and pressing it on her chest.

"Mo Yanchen, it hurts so much here..." It hurts because of you.

Mo Yanchen was even more confused by her actions, but her tears made him confused, and the girl's screams of pain made his handsome eyebrows tighten.

Almost subconsciously, she carried Su Mucheng to the bedroom. With quick steps, she coldly ordered Lin Yan outside the door: "Call Xiao Han and ask him to come over immediately!"