Seeing Mo Wuxian with a meaningful smile on his face, Qianqian instantly understood what he wanted to do,

King, Eight, Egg!

This old pervert is clearly cooking himself and putting it on a plate and serving it to his son!

Qianqian looked at Mo Hanche, although she hadn't been with him for a long time, she intuitively felt: he shouldn't be so bad, right? At least not as obviously as bad as his dad --

Kesu, is this kind of thing a man really reliable?

Qianqian's heart began to get a little nervous, thinking: These days and nights, Mo Hanche shouldn't hate himself, right? In case, if you really can't escape, why don't you plan it? simply fascinated Mo Hanche, and then made him obey his words? Design another frame-up drama to encourage him to stab his dad to death?

This kind of bloody plot is very common in TV dramas, and it almost has a high success rate--

Qianqian just thought about it, or forget it, not to mention, she really didn't have the potential to be a fox spirit, as long as she thought of Nangong Jing, she had no interest in doing this kind of thing.

Otherwise, if Nangong Jing knew about it, she would definitely be strangled to death!

Nangong Jing's goods, so that there will be no such consciousness of "I understand that you have to do this kind of thing in order to live",

"Girl, what are you still standing at the door? The dishes are almost cold, Che'er has been waiting for you for a long time" Mo Wuxian's voice was rarely soft, and it really sounded like a loving elder,

Especially the sentence "Che'er has been waiting for you for a long time", such an obvious hint, no matter how stupid Qianqian is, he can hear what he means,

Feign! You keep pretending!

Feign! Who wouldn't?

Qianqian gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sweet smile, "It's Qianqian who is snooze--"

I can't wait to wake up, I can't wake up, and I create evil--

Hearing Qianqian's voice, Mo Hanche came back to his senses, evaded her gaze a little, and then slowly raised his hand to touch his face, his fingers trembled slightly,

The fire twenty years ago ruined his face,

In 20 years, he hadn't felt the same way he had now: he had begun to feel a little inferior.

Mo Hanche's small action clearly fell into Mo Wuxie's eyes, and Mo Wuxie's heart throbbed fiercely,

It's not that he hasn't thought about it, is it because of this reason that this son has not been close to women for many years, although this son is excellent in all aspects, and he is extremely talented in martial arts and poisoning.

But over the years, he doesn't like to be close to people after all, even when he is with himself, he rarely takes the initiative to say a few words, and in front of outsiders, he never refuses to take off the black scarf covering his face.

Mo Wuxian gently patted Mo Hanche's shoulder and said, "Che'er, do you remember what your father once told you?" ”

Mo Hanche was slightly stunned, thought for a moment, turned his head to look at Qianqian, turned his gaze back, looked at Mo Wuxie, and nodded slightly,

Mo Wuxie's face showed a touch of surprise, and his mood became excited, since Mo Hanche turned fourteen years old, he had been waiting for him to nod, and he had been waiting for fifteen years, and now, was he finally willing to accept it?

Qianqian was a little interested in the strange communication between the father and son, but when she saw the delicious dishes on the table, she was very interested.

"Well, I'm in" Qianqian said hello and walked towards the house,

You talk about yours, and I shouldn't get in the way of you eating.

The eyes of the two turned to Qianqian, who smiled politely and raised her legs--

Just when Qianqian raised her legs and was about to step into the house, she suddenly felt a pain in her legs, "Ahhhhh