The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Upstairs in the bedroom.

Mo Yanchen pushed the door open and saw a bright red color!

"I really didn't expect it!"

Su Mucheng's delicate little face was full of shock. She looked at the red room and said in an unclear tone: "Yan Chen, I didn't expect you to be so sultry! Red! You actually like to make your room It’s decorated in such a sexy bright red!”

Mo Yanchen: "..."

"I didn't do it."

How could he make such a mess.

Mo Yanchen rubbed his forehead with a headache, and the old lady couldn't control herself again.

A ding-dong sound…

A message came in on his phone, and he clicked on it to read it.

Pei Ying: "You idiot, give me some energy!"

"..."

Mo Yanchen let out a long sigh, threw his phone on the table and said to Su Mucheng, "Go take a shower."

Su Mucheng raised her eyebrows and nodded, and couldn't help teasing him again: "Actually, men can be quite handsome if they are a little bit coquettish!"

"..."

Why is his Chengcheng getting worse and worse?

The sound of rushing water sounded inside, and Mo Yanchen's black and white eyes gradually turned into a scarlet red.

Little rascal, please don't cry later.

Mo Yanchen sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the festive red color of the room, just like the wedding room where people got married in the past.

It really looks like an old lady's style.

I looked at the bathroom door again and saw that the little villain had the habit of drinking milk before going to bed.

Mo Yanchen got up and went downstairs.

Su Mucheng, who felt particularly comfortable taking a bath inside, turned off the shower and opened the locker to get the bathrobe. She was dumbfounded.

This locker is empty, nothing!

How is she going to get out?

Su Mucheng hesitated and walked to the door and knocked on the glass: "Yan Chen, Yan Chen doesn't have a bathrobe here. Please bring one in for me."

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement outside. Su Mucheng couldn't help but knock twice hard, and her voice became louder: "Yan Chen... Yan Chen, are you there?"

Mo Huaiyang passed by in the corridor. He heard Su Mucheng's voice, glanced at Mo Yanchen who was heating milk in the living room, smiled, turned and walked towards their room.

Although the door is closed, it can be opened by turning the doorknob.

With a click, the door was opened.

Mo Huaiyang was about to push the door open when his hand on the doorknob was suddenly pressed down by a strong force.

He turned around and met a pair of dark and gloomy eyes.

"Mo Huaiyang."

Mo Yanchen's voice was cold and without any warmth, and the eyes staring at him were even sinister.

Even the warm milk in his hand seemed to have lost its temperature under the cover.

"Ah, brother, you are here."

Mo Huaiyang smiled and pulled back his hand: "I was passing by just now and heard a noise inside. I thought my sister-in-law had encountered a problem and wanted to come in and take a look."

He shrugged as if nothing had happened: "Since you're back, I'll leave."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Mo Yanchen stretched out his long arm and directly blocked his way, staring at him with dark eyes: "Don't try to trick her!"

"rest assured."

Mo Huaiyang laughed, straightened his clothes, turned around and disappeared from Mo Yanchen's sight.

Mo Yanchen closed his eyes and suppressed the gloom in his eyes before pushing the door open and walking in.

He put the milk on the bedside table and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Chengcheng, what's wrong with you?"

Su Mucheng, who called Tian Tianying in the bathroom, was standing boredly in front of the mirror, carefully admiring her figure. When she heard Mo Yanchen's voice, she immediately rushed behind the door, lay on it and said, "There is no bathrobe in here. .”

No bathrobe?

Mo Yanchen raised his eyebrows, glanced in the direction of the closet with an unclear meaning, walked over and opened it.

Well... there's not a single piece of clothing inside.

Old lady, you are quite thoughtful.

Mo Yanchen walked to the door and locked it, then unbuttoned his cuffs gracefully and slowly took off his suit.

He walked to the bathroom door: "Open the door and I'll hand you a bathrobe."

"Ok!"

Su Mucheng immediately opened a crack in the door, stretched out her slender white arms, palms facing up: "Give it to me."

Mo Yanchen looked at that beautiful hand and smiled lowly.

He untied the belt of his trousers. Su Mucheng waited for a long time but nothing was handed to her hands. She grabbed her fingers and urged her frantically: "Hurry up, I've dried them all!"

"I can't wait."

Mo Yanchen tore off his tie and threw it on the ground. He held the tender white wrist with his big hands and dodged himself in as soon as his long and agile legs touched it.

"!!!"

Su Mucheng was dumbfounded. She stared at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her with wide eyes. She was so shocked that she forgot to cover herself.

Just standing there without any cover.

Half a minute later, she screamed and rushed to the corner next to the sink. She crossed her arms and stared at him shyly.

"You, you, you, why did you come in! Where's my bathrobe!"

Mo Yanchen's eyes were already dark. There was an evil smile on his lips, his voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes fell directly on the little girl's smooth and delicate skin.

"I am your bathrobe. This bathrobe has come to you in person."

"……Depend on!"