The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

In a dimly lit room, a man held a mobile phone in one hand and a goblet in the other, slowly sipping wine.

On the other end of the phone, the calm male voice sounded particularly clear in this quiet environment: "Mo Yanchen, you can move, but watch your hands and don't touch Su Mucheng."

"Remember what I said."

Mo Huaiyang smiled softly, revealing a mysterious and gloomy look.

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The crew finished filming at four o'clock in the afternoon.

It was almost [-]:[-] when Su Mucheng took off her makeup and changed clothes.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw the black Rolls-Royce parked there.

She raised her eyebrows and walked over there.

The pace speeds up unconsciously.

Mo Yanchen pushed open the car door and came out, walked towards her with a smile, kissed her forehead again, and then protected her and sat in the car.

"Is something wrong?"

She asked him, tilting her head as she fastened her seatbelt.

They all ran to the crew to pick them up.

There must be something wrong.

Mo Yanchen rubbed her head: "It's the President's birthday of Country M. Do you want to go and play?"

Su Mucheng frowned: "I don't want to."

She is really not interested in this kind of situation, not to mention that she has fallen behind a lot at work due to personal matters.

She went to look for something to eat in the locker again: "You want to go?"

I didn't originally want to go.

Something happened there, and he had to go there.

Mo Yanchen nodded: "Yes."

"alright."

Su Mucheng pressed her tongue against her cheek and smiled ruthlessly: "Then I will reluctantly stay alone in the boudoir for a few days."

"That's not necessary." The man smiled cheerfully, with a hint of confusion: "I can help you via video."

Su Mucheng: "???"

The smile at the corner of his mouth widened, and his narrow eyes curved beautifully, intoxicatingly: "Since I can express myself through the screen, I can naturally satisfy you through the screen."

He said the last three words slowly.

His dark eyes seemed to have seen the scene.

A charming, seductive little goblin who can kill him.

Su Mucheng: "..."

"Please calm down this anger that has nowhere to go."

Mo Yanchen smiled deeply, and a twinkling vibration came from his chest, which was particularly pleasant to hear.

Afterwards, he warned: "I will shorten the time and come back as soon as possible. You should be good at home."

"Don't do it like last time, huh?"

Su Mucheng nodded: "I'm not a troublemaker."

Mo Yanchen: "......"

He smiled: "Okay, I'm the one causing trouble."

eight pm.

Mo Yanchen's special plane flew to country m.

After half an hour.

Su Mucheng received a call.

It was Jiuluo calling.

He asked her how the nerve erosion was going.

At first, Su Mucheng was stunned for a moment, and then she understood.

It should be her darling who is trying to think of a solution for her.

It turns out that the last time he suddenly went to California was also because of this incident.

Just one by one

Su Mucheng walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the night scene outside.

He chuckled softly: "Uncle Jiu, to be honest with you, I can't control myself anymore."

During this period of time, the reason why she didn't have any memory gaps.

It was because she was out of his sight and blocked the circulation with a silver needle.

But as the frequency increases.

The longer she can restrain herself.

This also shows that in the future, even sealing acupuncture points with silver needles will not be able to do anything.

There was silence on the phone for a long time, Jiuluo Ren was now in his study.

On the table, there was a small white bottle.

After a while, he said: "My paralyzing medicine can be used for a short period of time."

After a pause, Jiuluo finally expressed his thoughts: "Xiao Cheng, in the current situation, surgery is the only solution, but the success rate is less than [-]%."

Even with his neurological drugs, it was less than [-]%.

"No need, Uncle Jiu."

Su Mucheng walked to the bedside table, took out a box of cigarettes, shook one out and bit it in her mouth without lighting it.

Feeling extremely depressed.

It's a bit overwhelming.

After a long time, Jiu Lao heard Su Mucheng's calm tone on the other end of the phone: "I don't want to take risks."

Now like this, at least she can still accompany him and be by his side.

Once you undergo surgery, in case it fails.

Then he... really has nothing.

She dared not think.

There is no way to think about it.

"But if you often use silver needles to forcefully set up obstacles, it will have a great impact on your body!"

This goes against logic.

The girl smiled nonchalantly, but couldn't help it after all. She found a lighter and lit the cigarette.

"As long as I can keep him in my memory for a little longer, even if it goes against the will of heaven, so what."

She never looked back.

"Little Orange!"

Jiu Lao wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Su Mucheng with a chuckle: "Uncle Jiu, you should know my temper."

Jiu Lao remained silent.

Her temperament is exactly the same as that of Chun Chun.

Stubborn and stubborn.

Once something is decided, no one can take it back.

But one by one