The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

That voice was so low and hoarse that one couldn't help but tremble in the heart.

Su Mucheng looked down at him, her lips pursed tightly.

Yes, she was a little injured and bleeding, but the black pants she was wearing and it was winter, it wasn't obvious.

She didn't want him to know because she was afraid that he would blame himself and take everything on her.

"Yan Chen." She called him.

The man didn't raise his head, but made a little sound from his throat in response to her.

He opened the medical kit, took out alcohol gauze and the necessary medical supplies, held her leg, and helped her care for her bit by bit, his broad palm trembling uncontrollably.

He was afraid of hurting her.

When the cotton swab touched the wound, his hands were shaking so much that he almost forced himself to stay calm.

"Yan Chen, don't do this. I'm fine."

Su Mucheng licked her lips, wanting to say something, but suddenly, her body froze hard.

Hot liquid dripped from the skin of the calf and spread down the leg.

Her heart seemed to be strangled by something, and she was a little breathless.

"Baby." The man's movements suddenly stopped, but he still did not raise his head and said in a low voice: "Shall we go to the hospital?"

When I was injured in the past, I could handle it casually without endangering my life.

But now, he didn't dare to deal with her, he was afraid.

He was afraid of hurting her, so he couldn't do it no matter what.

"Mo Yanchen."

Su Mucheng suddenly called him by his first and last name in a wooden voice.

"I'm here."

He still responded without raising his head.

"You raise your head." Su Mucheng looked at his delicate outline and said again: "I told you to raise your head."

Mo Yanchen slowly raised his head, and the man's dark eyes were red.

After taking a deep breath, Su Mucheng stared at him and said, "Mo Yanchen, please listen to me. This matter has nothing to do with you, and I'm fine too."

Mo Yanchen's thin lips were tightened and he said nothing.

Obviously, he is indifferent to this set of rhetoric.

All he could think about was that he had personally ordered the people below to do something to her and get her hurt.

"You don't want to listen, do you?" Su Mucheng narrowed her eyes slightly, suddenly stretched her hands back, and stared at him: "Okay, if you want to do this, let me call you back to vent my anger."

The next second, Su Mucheng felt a black shadow shrouding her eyes. When she looked again, she saw that Mo Yanchen was holding a Swiss Army knife in his hand. It had been opened, the handle was facing her, and the sharp blade was facing towards herself.

With a serious and solemn expression: "Come."

Su Mucheng: "..."

She stared at the knife with a cold light, her eyes were cold, and her delicate eyebrows seemed to be stained with frost.

After a moment, she curled her lips and smiled.

When he opened his eyelids, there was some unexplainable joking inside.

The girl reached out and took the Swiss Army Knife, playing with it in her hand.

The slightly raised eyebrows are wild and sharp.

She nodded: "You are so willing to do such a heavy hand to yourself."

"Row."

Su Mucheng held the handle of the knife, opened her eyelids and stared at Mo Yanchen's handsome face, freeing up one hand to open the drawer and take out the blank paper.

The tip of the knife pointed upward: "Let's write something first."

"What?" Mo Yanchen was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

"Of course it's written that if I accidentally kill you, I can't be held legally responsible. The other thing is..." She leaned closer to him, her eyes slightly curved, revealing an unspeakable evil: "After you are done, I can’t live alone forever, can I?”

She took out her mobile phone and clicked on the Temple of Heaven in the entertainment industry: "Let me see which young guy is more handsome. Get ready first..."

"Su Mucheng."

"What's wrong?" She raised her head and met the man's gloomy eyes: "Am I wrong?"

Mo Yanchen pursed his lips tightly and stared at her, motionless.

The little girl, with no conscience at all, could always give him a fatal blow.

"Do you still want me to do something?" Su Mucheng rested her chin on her hand and looked at him with a smile.

Mo Yanchen said nothing.

Su Mucheng put away the Swiss Army Knife and threw it on the bedside table. She stared into his eyes again and clicked her tongue: "When I said you wanted me to fight him back, I didn't mean this."

Mo Yanchen: "?"

The girl said in a serious tone: "Next time in bed, no matter what I do to you, you can't move, you can't resist, you can't rebel, you can't fight back, you can only lie down."

Every time, she couldn't beat him, and he did it to her death.

This time, she had to light a fire and burn him to death, and then he couldn't move, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it!

Mo Yanchen: "..."

Unable to hold it back, the man finally laughed hoarsely, bent down and picked him up: "I'll take you to the hospital first."

"When I come back, I will let you ravage me and I will never resist, even..."

He extended his voice ambiguously, and Su Mucheng saw the man's protruding Adam's apple rolling up and down, which was so damn sexy.

Then I heard him say: "If you are not satisfied, you can tie me up."

Su Mucheng: "..."

She looked at him expressionlessly: "Give you a little sunshine, and you will be able to show off your beauty."