The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Su Mucheng was repairing the system inside, while Mo Jiu stood outside, feeling a little distracted.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, walked up to Cheng Zixiu, and said with a sullen face: "Mr. Cheng, there is something I want to tell you."

"what?"

"Just, as you ordered before, if Falcon doesn't cooperate, let us strike... focus..."

"Did you do it?" Before Mo Jiu finished speaking, Cheng Zixiu's expression turned grim and he looked at him with a frown.

Mo Jiu nodded: "I did it... I did it."

At that time, Su Mucheng didn't cooperate, so they locked her in a room inside and moved their hands.

What Mo Jiu didn't expect was that Su Mucheng's skills were pretty good. Later, he called Cheng Zixiu for instructions. After the order was given, they struck hard.

Although she was not polite, Mo Jiu could feel that Su Mucheng was still a little hurt.

After all, so many people have been specially trained.

Cheng Zixiu pinched his eyebrows with a headache and felt a little irritated.

Before he could speak, he heard Mo Jiu say again: "I did it myself."

Cheng Zixiu turned to look at him suddenly: "..."

Jiang Ze: "..."

Mo Jiu's back was still cold. Putting aside that this girl was their wife, the virus thrown in was very deadly.

When she was in the system room, their people, including him, were all watching inside, and she actually implanted the virus into it without anyone noticing.

Right under the noses of their group!

If this was just Falcon and not their wife, Hengxing would probably be in a big crisis right now.

They started with a ruthless operation, but in the end they had to kneel down and beg this girl to stop.

Otherwise, when I come to clean up the mess and the matter is resolved, they will have to shed their skin no matter what.

Just thinking about it made Mo Jiu break into a cold sweat.

This Falcon is really ruthless.

.........

on the plane.

Cheng Zixiu and Jiang Ze had been paying attention to Su Mucheng, wanting to see where she was injured, but this one was sitting there as if nothing had happened, concentrating on playing games?

Just... okay?

When the special plane landed in Haishi, Su Mucheng stood up and suddenly stumbled and almost fell. Mo Yanchen quickly supported her: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." She shook her head and smiled at him: "Maybe my legs are a little numb after sitting for too long."

Su Mucheng glanced down at her legs, with no unnecessary expression on her beautiful face.

The man stared at her. After a few seconds, he bent down and passed his hand under her knees: "I'll hold you."

"Lao Cheng, do you think my sister-in-law is okay?"

Behind him, Jiang Ze looked a little stunned as he watched Mo Yanchen carrying Su Mucheng off the plane.

Cheng Zixiu frowned and said nothing.

……

"I'll go up and take a shower first."

Back in Mo Garden, Su Mucheng stretched and walked up the spiral staircase.

Mo Yanchen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her back, then walked over and picked her up, saying in a tone that could not be refused: "I will carry you back to the room."

"Okay." She refused without any pretense.

After the girl walked into the bathroom, Mo Yanchen stared at the bathroom door with a knowing look. After a moment, he turned around and went out.

When he returned to his room, he was carrying a medical kit in his hand.

After Su Mucheng came out in a long bathrobe, she saw the man sitting on the sofa waiting for her, with the white medical kit at her feet.

She rubbed her hair with her hand and said, "What...are you doing?"

Mo Yanchen didn't say anything. He stood up and walked over, took off the towel from her head, turned on the hair dryer and dried her hair.

Not a word.

Su Mucheng's eyes fell on the medical kit, her eyes flickered, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Five minutes later, Mo Yanchen turned off the hair dryer, turned around and squatted down in front of her with the medical kit in hand.

He looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with darkness: "Show me."

His voice was hoarse.

Su Mucheng's back stiffened, and she pulled on her bathrobe with evasive eyes: "What are you looking at?"

The man looked directly at her and said persistently and seriously: "Chengcheng, I told you that you are not good at lying."

The hand holding the bathrobe paused, and Su Mucheng just looked into the deep pupils, and there was a signal in there to see through everything about her.

"You must be hurt."

The man lowered his eyes, only seeing his slightly trembling eyelashes.

He squatted in front of her and rolled up her ankle-length bathrobe with his big hands.

On the calf bone, a dazzling scarlet wound struck Mo Yanchen's eyes hard.

The wound was not big, but very deep. It must have been caused by kicking something like an iron plate during the attack.

On the calf bone, the joints around the wound were all dented.

The pain was obvious, but she didn't mention it at all.

Mo Yanchen's hand touched it carefully, and his long eyelashes trembled violently, covering the scarlet red under his eyes.

The man's voice was tight and hoarse: "Baby, it hurts a lot."

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