Qiao Ran's face turned even redder, biting his lip, and muttering in displeasure: "I'm not a child!" ”

Old man!

Seeing her glaring at herself, Chi Mo was not angry, handed the things to the bodyguard, and held the little girl's hand again: "Okay, take you to eat something." ”

She has been sick for a few days, and there is no taste in her mouth, and Chimo took her to eat hot pot for the first time, which is still spicy.

Chi Mo is a mixed-race child whose mother is Oriental and his father is American, and he grew up abroad.

Since he was a child, he couldn't eat any chili peppers, so he kept coughing while dyeing shabu-shabu for Joe.

Seeing that his eyes were red and he was coughing uncontrollably, Qiao Ran put down his chopsticks and handed him a tissue: "Do you want to go to other places to eat, I'll be here myself!" ”

"No, you can't!"

Chi Mo raised his eyes and glanced at her, the vigilance in his eyes was extraordinarily strong.

"What should I do if I look so good-looking and am abducted by someone else?"

Qiao Ran's heart skipped a beat, chewed the potato, and said softly: "But sooner or later I will leave you, you can't treat me as a child for the rest of your life, right?" ”

As soon as Qiao Ran's words fell, Chi Mo's face sank, and he stared at her coldly: "Do you still want to leave with that boy?" ”

Originally, Qiao Ran had deliberately avoided this question, but when he suddenly mentioned it, she thought of the scene where he asked people to interrupt the boy's left hand.

Suddenly, there was no appetite.

"Uncle, do you want to support me for the rest of your life?"

"I can't afford it?"

Chi Mo retorted coldly.

"But sooner or later I have to get married, and if you control me like this, grandpa won't agree."

"Then don't marry...... "Just marry me!"

The girl's eyes were red: "If you are so unreasonable, no one will like you." ”

After Qiao Ran finished speaking, he put the chopsticks on the table, grabbed his bag and walked out.

In her heart, Chi Mo is a parent, more often like a strict father.

But his strictness has exceeded her imagination.

Staring at her angry back, Chi Mo sat in place and didn't move, his slender fingertips pinching the bridge of his nose helplessly.

Seeing this, the bodyguard next to him couldn't help but speak: "Sir, why don't you tell Miss Dye directly, you like her ......?"

"It's too small, it scares her." Chi Mo stood up, put the coat Qiao Ran forgot to pick up in the crook of his arm, and brought her a piece of cake when he went out.

What's more, the girl saw him like a mouse and a cat.

He quarreled with the old man for a long time before he put her by his side, if he really tore this layer of paper, he couldn't take advantage of it.

The bodyguard pursed his lips: "In case the time comes...... The owner of the village really promised Miss Dye to the little master, what should I do? ”

That little master is the grandson of the owner, and he should return to California after studying abroad recently, is it possible that Mr. Chi really plans to rob his nephew?

Hearing the words of the bodyguard, Chi Mo stopped, raised his eyes to look at the girl who was sulking in the car, and his eyes cooled: "I said, she is mine!" ”

Whoever dares to rob him will die!

One sentence is mine, so that the bodyguard does not dare to say more.

Mr. Chi has never missed what he wanted.

This time, it probably won't make sense.

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Back in the car, Qiao Ran didn't pay attention to him.

On the way back, the little girl was so sleepy that she fell asleep in his arms unconsciously.

Staring at her demure sleeping face, Chi Mo couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know what to do with the little white-eyed wolf!" ”

Qiao Ran moved uncomfortably, and his forehead was just against the man's chin.

Chi Mo's eyes darkened, and he gently dropped a kiss on it.

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Good night! In the past two days, Fu Shao has been scooped up. In addition, please think of the names of two little babies, nicknames, a man and a woman, preferably very cute, Mo Da.