Our leader has a special technique for chasing his wife

Mo Jiao's small body was bathed in the hot sun and walked down the corridor, and stopped in front of the rockery.

The two behind them also followed, thinking that the child was unable to use it under the corridor, they stared at Mo Jiao with burning eyes, waiting for him to use the peerless martial arts taught by his uncle.

Mo Jiao turned to look at the two of them, the corner of his mouth curled up in an indifferent arc, then he stretched out his hand, using his internal strength, and swung his palm towards the rockery, looking limp.

Zhong Yixiao and Su Tao looked at it for a long time, the palm wind couldn't even shake the weeds nearby, and the air condensed instantly.

Mo Jiao withdrew his hand, and returned to the corridor with a calm expression. When passing by the two, he snatched the small wooden sword made by Zhong Yixiao from Su Tao's arms, and then went back to the room directly, leaving a lazy sentence——

"I don't practice martial arts."

At this moment, those two people slowly came back to their senses, and the corners of Zhong Yixiao's mouth twitched slightly.

Su Tao walked to the edge of the rockery and stared at it vigorously, but found nothing, so she turned around and asked Zhong Yixiao in a daze, "My lord, what happened just now?"

Zhong Yixiao didn't know what to say, saying that his children were teasing him?

It's not funny at all...

But suddenly he heard a small clicking sound, and felt puzzled. Looking at the source of the series of small sounds, it turned out to be the rockery behind Su Tao!

Zhong Yixiao didn't have time to think about it, and quickly grabbed Su Tao and hid to the side. The two of them managed to stand firm when the half-person-high rock on the edge of the rockery shattered into several pieces and rolled down.

If Su Tao hides late, he will almost hit him on the head.

Fortunately, the unlucky boy was fine, but it frightened him, and Zhong Yixiao was also dumbfounded.

After a long while, the two walked to the rock that had been partially blown away. The two were absolutely sure that the rock did not collapse naturally, but was caused by external forces.

Su Tao couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, and stammered, "Young...Young Master, Ma'am...he's so powerful!"

Zhong Yixiao was also dumbfounded.

"Yes, it's amazing."

……

Even a child's internal strength was stronger than him, Zhong Yixiao felt ashamed.

Mo Jiao was able to continue to catch up on sleep, and slept comfortably throughout the afternoon.

But when he woke up, Zhong Yixiao was sitting by the bed shaking a fan for him...

Mo Jiao was so frightened that his mind and body became awake in an instant, and he sat up naturally, leaving a small red mark on the bamboo mat on his cheek, which was a little itchy. He rubbed his cheek and looked at the flattering Zhong Yixiao, I began to recall in my heart what happened before he fell asleep, which made Zhong Shaoxia's attitude change like this.

"Why are you here?"

Zhong Yixiao said with a smile: "It's hot, I'll fan you."

Mo Jiao: "..."

What is that gentle and considerate look going to do?

Mo Jiao got out of bed a little startled, just when he felt thirsty, Zhong Yixiao put down his fan tactfully, went to the table to pour water, and then brought the water glass over with a smile on his face.

"Jiaojiao is thirsty, drink water."

This abnormal attitude was very suspicious, Mo Jiao sipped his saliva, and said bluntly, "What exactly do you want?"

"The one who knows me is Ruo Jiaojiao. You can tell at a glance that my brother has something to ask for."

Zhong Yixiao looked at Mo Jiao with bright eyes, and said, "Jiaojiao, can you tell brother, who taught you this internal kung fu? Is it your uncle?"

...Finally figured it out, it turned out to be the reason.

Mo Jiao only showed his skills because he didn't want to learn swordsmanship, and he had already controlled his skills. He just blasted a stone on the rock by the edge of the rockery. It's just that he didn't control it well. Mo Jiao is sure that something will happen. That's why I ran away first.

Mo Jiao: "What happened?"

Zhong Yixiao said with some pain, "The rockery in my house is broken, Feng Shui has been destroyed, and it will cost some money to bring back a stone that big..."

Mo Jiao was in a bad mood immediately.

"Why are you so poor?"

Zhong Yixiao seemed to be choked up, and quickly changed the subject, "Jiaojiao, can you tell brother which sect you and your uncle are disciples of, you are so good at such a young age, your uncle must be even better .”

...But the leader of the sect doesn't have an uncle at all.

The more he inquired about his uncle, the more disturbed Mo Jiao became.

"Why do you ask this? I don't know. Uncle said that our family's kung fu will never be passed on to the outside world, so you should give up on it."

Zhong Yixiao, who was determined to be coveting his family's kung fu, hurriedly explained: "Brother doesn't mean that! My brother just thinks that Jiaojiao is very powerful, and your uncle is also very good. He also saved your brother. My brother wants to thank your uncle in person. , it would be great if I could ask my uncle to give me some pointers..."

Under Mo Jiao's silent gaze, Zhong Yixiao immediately changed her words, "Because my brother is incompetent and my internal skills are too weak, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect Jiaojiao, and if we want to get married, we must meet our uncle, Jiaojiao, You are still a child, if you can get your uncle to come forward, I can talk to him in detail..."

"Then you just want to get rid of my trouble and go find Zhuang Feiyu to be at ease?"

The more Mo Jiao heard it, the more strange he felt, and then when he thought of this possibility, he started to shudder, staring at Zhong Yixiao, thinking that if he really dared to say that, then he would definitely kill this guy!

But Zhong Yixiao was dumbfounded by what he said, and sighed with a smile on his forehead: "No! Of course I don't mean that!"

But speaking of why this kid always targets Zhuang Feiyu so much, they haven't even met each other!The only thing that could make him hostile to Zhuang Feiyu was.

Zhong Yixiao felt ashamed when he said it, Mo Jiao told him personally, when he hugged Mo Jiao, he called Zhuang Feiyu's name, think about what a scumbag he is...

So this matter is ignored, Mo Jiao is still such a mysterious and unquestionable existence.

After school the next day, Zhong Yixiao went to pick up someone early on purpose to make up for his sins.

So when Mo Jiao just came out of the door of the classroom, and saw the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth and the tenderness in his eyes looking at his handsome young man in white, his heart began to throb again inexplicably.

Walking to the school gate with classmate Zhao, after the two said goodbye, they obediently let Zhong Yixiao hold his hand, and followed Zhong Yixiao home.

This will be the case for the next half month, regardless of the past, the relationship between Mo Jiao and Zhong Yixiao is still very harmonious.

After lunch, Mo Jiao went back to the room, probably going to take a nap.

The child's body was always cold and unusual, and his pulse was a little disordered, but he couldn't see any problems. He guessed it was born like this, and he was born with a bad constitution. Zhong Yixiao didn't ask much.

But when he was doing the accounting in the account room, Mo Jiao actually came to see him.

Zhong Yixiao learned the lesson from before, when she knew his little wife came, she immediately put down the account book and asked Su Tao to open the door, watched Mo Jiao come in with a smile, and then asked him gently: "Why did Jiaojiao come to see brother?"

He was always smiling when he looked at Mo Jiao, but Mo Jiao felt that his smile didn't reach his eyes, or that he was a little silly, and still couldn't understand Zhong Yixiao.

Walking to the opposite side of Zhong Yixiao, Mo Jiao put the rice paper behind him on the table, and said expressionlessly: "Mister said my calligraphy is beautiful, let me take it home for you to see."

"is it?"

That gentleman's handwriting is the best in Suzhou. Even he praised Mo Jiao's handwriting. He must be very satisfied with this student. Zhong Yixiao felt very proud when he thought about it, but when he looked at the handwriting on the rice paper, But suddenly froze.

There are only three big characters on the rice paper, the vigorous and powerful strokes seem to hide murderous intent, but they are surprisingly beautiful, not at all like a child's handwriting, straight and generous across the center of the rice paper, it seems to be Zhong Yixiao's name.

"Cough... Jiaojiao's handwriting is really beautiful..."

He even wrote his name with a murderous look, which shows how much this kid hates him in his heart!

Zhong Yixiao looked at the word again and again with a dry smile, and suddenly discovered something.

"How come your character is so similar to your uncle's? You also learned it from your uncle, right?"

Mo Jiao thought in his heart that it was written by the leader alone, but he wanted to take back the rice paper, so Zhong Yixiao couldn't find out.

"You can return it to me after reading it."

"How is this possible?"

Zhong Yixiao quickly lifted up the rice paper so that Mo Jiao couldn't reach it, looked at the child with a smile and said, "Isn't Jiaojiao's writing for brother meant to be given to brother? How can I go back?"

"Who wrote it to you? Return it to me!"

Mo Jiao's ears were blushing, and he glared at Zhong Yixiao angrily, so he wouldn't do the stupid act of jumping up and grabbing words from him!

And it was just random writing, happened to be seen by the man with the goatee, after he praised it, he asked Mo Jiao to take it back to Zhong Yixiao to see.

Mo Jiao showed it to him without thinking too much, and now his face was full of shame.

Zhong Yixiao refused to return it to him, and even bargained with him.

"Look, Jiaojiao, you took the little wooden sword made by brother a few days ago, but Su Yu didn't find it when he cleaned up the house for you. You don't like practicing swords, so you took the little wooden sword made by brother and hid it Well, then this word is written for my brother, so it's only natural for my brother to keep it."

Speaking of that little wooden sword...

Mo Jiao's cheeks were slightly red, and he would not admit it even if he was killed. He suddenly raised his voice and said excitedly: "I didn't take it... so what if I took it, I threw it away, and I threw it in the fish pond. If you want to go back, it's up to you Go get it!"

Zhong Yixiao: "...Are you serious?"

Mo Jiao snorted angrily, his eyes locked on his words, he just didn't want to give it, didn't want to give it to the little bastard Zhong Yixiao!