The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

the other side.

The Chief Elder's Mansion.

"Chief Elder, if you bring Su Mucheng in like this, aren't you afraid that she will cause trouble?"

Qiu Yueying's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but quite deep. Even she had never been in the research library.

Not qualified enough.

The chief elder took a sip of tea calmly and said: "Her right hand is injured. I will take care of her. As long as she is smart enough, she will not take action."

There is no chance of winning at all.

"Su Mucheng is not simple."

"I know."

The chief elder narrowed his eyes slightly. If she were simple, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to force her back. Now her hand is injured, which weakens her ability.

Thinking of this, the chief elder paused and looked at Qiu Yueying: "Is it you who did what happened last night?" in a positive tone.

Qiu Yueying pursed her lips and said nothing. She knew that the chief elder could guess it, so she looked at him.

The chief elder laughed: "I didn't express my position clearly, which is equivalent to protecting you, because you helped me indirectly, but one by one"

His voice became much colder: "You can't touch Su Mucheng's life."

"Her life can only be thrown away in the research room."

Qiu Yueying tightened her fingers and suddenly smiled: "Chief Elder, are you so confident that she can stay in the research room?"

The chief elder was noncommittal and extremely certain: "She can't come out."

In the past, no one came out, and Su Mucheng was the same.

No one can break this example. This is a burden that they should bear on their shoulders and cannot escape.

**

Su Mucheng opened her eyes. The room was dark except for the bedside lamp.

She was stunned for a moment, then she sat up and got out of bed to turn on the light.

She was alone in the room.

There was a carpet on the floor. She was barefoot, and her white and delicate feet were buried in the soft carpet. She picked up her phone and saw an unread message on it, which was sent by Mo Yanchen.

[Don't move around when you wake up. Wait for me to come back soon. 】

She curled her lips and smiled, then lay back on the bed, but she was not idle. She took out her notebook from her backpack, opened it, and entered the software page.

Squinting her eyes slightly, she recalled the topography of the research library, and started typing on the keyboard. After a while, a beautiful topographic map appeared on it.

Su Mucheng curled her lips, her delicate eyes filled with a bit of gangsterism. She found a pen from the drawer, took out a blank piece of paper, and sketched out the drawing in more detail.

tsk...

My brain works pretty well, and I can remember everything exactly.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and the tall figure of the man came in. He saw the girl half leaning on the bed, with a laptop on her lap, a piece of paper on top, and a pen in her mouth, thinking.

Hearing the voice, Su Mucheng raised her head, her eyes a little dazed as if she had been suddenly interrupted. When she saw Mo Yanchen's face, she curved her lips and smiled: "I'm back."

The man was still holding the porridge in his hand and walked over: "Stop doing this and eat something." Bubu.

He didn't say the last two words.

It is really difficult to raise the meat of a little girl.

The porridge was cooked by Mo Yanchen himself. It was chicken, red dates and wolfberry porridge, which nourished the blood.

Su Mucheng narrowed her eyes slightly and raised her eyes to look at him: "Are you looking at my body while I'm asleep?"

Mo Yanchen: "..."

He pursed his lips and looked at the powerful little girl in front of him who was still questioning him. He narrowed his eyes, suddenly reached out and pinched her face, moved closer to her, and asked, "How much blood was drawn?"

Su Mucheng: "..."

sloppy.

The man's eyes were sharp and oppressive, and he was staring at her head-on. Unable to escape, she silently stretched out three fingers: "Three tubes."

Mo Yanchen's face darkened, no wonder he was tired and sleepy.

"Drink the porridge."

I was going to feed him, but now I just put the bowl in her hand.

Angry, Su Mucheng looked at him without moving.

"Still not drinking?" He said with a serious face.

The girl said nothing, but silently raised her right hand: "The gauze won't let me drink."

Mo Yanchen: "..."

compromise.

Still soft-hearted, reluctant to scold her.

He honestly picked up the bowl, scooped out the porridge and blew it cold to feed her.

"I didn't want to hide it from you." After taking two bites, she said suddenly.

"I was really sleepy when I came out. I wanted to tell you after I woke up."

My mood improved a little, but my face was still stern, and I continued to feed without speaking.

Su Mucheng: "..."

After looking at him twice, she pulled out the paper full of drawings and threw it under his eyes.

“This is a concrete map of the research library.”

After being fed another mouthful of porridge, she said, "When I get grandma's antidote, we'll blow it up!"

This was her purpose, from injuring her wrist to entering the research library, it was all her plan.