My ex-husband thought I was obsessed with him [Rebirth]

An Nuo noticed his uncle's small movements, and moved forward curiously. Mo Shenghuan stepped back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up at An Nuo, pointing to his clothes.

An Nuo saw his uncle's sweat-soaked clothes. The night wind was still cold, so it would definitely be cold.

Spreading the thin blanket over herself, An Nuo, like a little flying squirrel, turned sideways gracefully, put the hand holding the thin blanket on Mo Shenghuan's shoulder, and tiptoed to pull the blanket towards his uncle again.

"Mr. Mo, don't catch a cold." An Nuo said seriously, "Daddy Zai Zai must not be sick now."

Mo Shenghuan's eyes were slightly startled, and after a while, he pursed his lips with a smile in his eyes.

The blanket was a bit short and couldn't cover the two of them. Mo Shenghuan hugged the boy with one hand, and An Nuo sat on his uncle's arm, wrapping around Mo Shenghuan's neck with one hand, so that the blanket could be wrapped around to meet the warmth needs of the two. .

An Nuo lay on Mo Shenghuan's shoulder, looking up at the street lights. It was late, and there were not many students on the main road of the school, and the street lights one after another gave off a dim light.

Seeing several classmates in the same class facing him, An Nuo quietly pulled up the blanket, lowered his head and pretended not to see them.

Facing a few students, I saw the tall man I saw in class today at a glance. The man has a good figure like a model on a runway, with a cold face, a bag in one hand, and a boy in the other. who is it.

"Good evening, life committee member." A few students suffocated their laughter and said out on purpose.

Hearing the voice, An Nuo raised his head in embarrassment, looked at several classmates, "Good evening."

"Your parents came to pick you up?" A classmate who didn't know the truth asked, with innocent eyes, "Your foot hurt?"

An Nuo blushed, put one hand under Mo Sheng's chin, and introduced seriously, "This is my lover, my foot is not injured."

Several students laughed and howled wolves, and the simple students looked at it for a long time, scratching their heads in embarrassment.

"The life committee is not kind, let's solve your own problems first." A classmate looked at Mo Shenghuan and suddenly realized, "Is he the little fairy boy you mentioned when you started school?"

An Nuo took a breath.

It’s over.

The nickname I gave my uncle was exposed like this.

An Nuo was a little afraid to look at Mo Shenghuan, and nodded stiffly to several classmates.

"Hahaha, the monitor complained at the beginning of the term, saying that you always left him to have a tryst with the little fairy boy, so it's true!" The students laughed happily, completely oblivious to An Nuo's blunt expression.

"Before the life committee, you went to participate in the activities and helped a few guys solve life-long events. Don't forget about us now!" A few classmates walked away with a smile, "When you get married, don't forget to call us, we will go and accompany you!" money!"

Watching several classmates walking away, An Nuo lowered his head, not knowing how to explain this nickname.

Mo Shenghuan raised his hand and lightly lifted An Nuo's chin. An Nuo blushed and looked up, seeing a slight smile in his uncle's eyes.

"Little fairy?"

An Nuo's cheeks were burning hot, and she weakly tried to explain, "I'm praising you...because you're really good-looking..."

A chuckle came from above his head, An Nuo looked at the corners of Mo Shenghuan's raised lips, under the dim street lights, showing a hazy and sacred beauty.

Like a moth fluttering to a lamp, An Nuo probed, kissed the corner of Mo Shenghuan's lips lightly, then quickly retracted his head, lying on his uncle's neck, smelling the scent lingering on the tip of his nose.

The scent of the shower gel seemed to be diluted a bit, and An Nuo breathed a faint fragrance.

An Nuo didn't know how to describe this smell. It was like the first snow in winter. Books said it was colorless and odorless, but in fact it was clear and crystal clear. Only those who have experienced it would know. Take a deep breath of the smell of snow, and then exhale White mist.

It feels like breathing is much clearer.

An Nuo didn't notice it before, this smell was mixed in the scent of shower gel and clothes, it was almost undetectable, but now the sweat dilutes other smells, and the smell itself is full.

It's not that uncle didn't sweat before, but at that time, there was another smell covering it, and An Nuo was tired, so he didn't notice it.

As if a little addicted, An Nuo sucked hard on Mo Shenghuan's neck, and even wanted to pull off his uncle's clothes and smell him.

The boy was like a puppy, sniffing around his neck. Mo Shenghuan turned his face and lowered his head to kiss the restless An Nuo.

"Go back and wash."

"It smells so good, why do you need to wash it?" An Nuo replied subconsciously, and only realized that there was a problem after she said the words.

Uncle sweated a lot and must be uncomfortable. How could I not let him wash it.

Mo Shenghuan looked at An Nuo's serious appearance, as if he was comforting himself.

Will it really... feel fragrant?

"Don't use shower gel today." An Nuo hugged Mo Shenghuan's neck, and discussed with his uncle with a blushing face, "I smell so good, maybe, maybe your cub likes it."

Mo Shenghuan's neck was slightly red, looking at the boy in his arms, he involuntarily slowed down, and wanted to hug him for a while.

Back at the Daping floor, Aunt Yang happily brought a bowl of white fungus pear soup, and offered it to An Nuo like a treasure.

"Master An, I checked this to drink, the weather is getting hotter and hotter recently, pear can reduce fire, white fungus clears away heat, very good!"

"Thank you, Aunt Yang." An Nuo got down from her uncle's arms, sat on the sofa in the living room, and sipped the soup that Aunt Yang carefully cooked.

After three months, An Nuo's appetite seemed to improve a little bit, and the feeling of nausea was much less than before. Now drinking this bowl of soup, there is no pressure at all.

Mo Shenghuan sat beside An Nuo, watching the boy drink the soup.

Seeing this, An Nuo passed the soup to his uncle and let him drink some.

"Mr. Mo has worked hard today." An Nuo couldn't help but chuckle, "I will leave my running task to Mr. Mo."

Mo Shenghuan lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, agreeing.

Before going to bed at night, Mo Shenghuan took a shower without using any body wash. When he came back from the shower, An Nuo took a dry towel and helped his uncle wipe his hair while secretly smelling his body.

There is no shower gel smell, the previous smell is much lighter, but I can still smell a little bit.

Why does it smell so good.

For the next week, Mo Shenghuan has been listening beside An Nuo, and now Qi Cheng not only has to hold a seat for An Nuo, but also for his elder brother.

But there are also advantages. Mo Shenghuan's height blocks the front tightly. Qi Cheng sits behind Mo Shenghuan, playing fish with his mobile phone, having a great time.

Mo Shenghuan now prepares two snacks for An Nuo, one is for Qi Cheng, lest An Nuo share his own.

In just one week, Qi Cheng gained three catties, and the effect was remarkable.

Mr. Mo worked in the company for a week, and called Mo Shenghuan almost every day, so that Mo Shenghuan learned how to blacklist with a smartphone.

Being blacklisted by his son, Mr. Mo was so angry that he came to the door and found that the villa was empty, and a few squirrels occupied the villa as a place to store food, and the two of them actually moved out of the villa!

Didn't say a word!

Mr. Mo was so angry that he called An Nuo's Secretary Li in turn, and finally saw the couple.

After not seeing each other for a week, An Nuo regained a little weight, and Mo Shenghuan sat in front of Mr. Mo with a natural posture, completely lacking the consciousness that absenteeism should have.

"Tell me about you! Don't even tell me about the move!" Mr. Mo lost his temper at his son, "Others have a daughter-in-law and forget about their mother, and you have completely forgotten about your father!"

An Nuo kept quiet, bowed his head and did not speak.

Mo Shenghuan remained silent, looking up at Mr. Mo quietly.

Mr. Mo was guilty of being seen by his son, and he said with a lack of confidence, "I, I didn't pretend to be sick before, but I was a little uncomfortable. Now that your condition is better, shouldn't you share my worries?"

Mo Shenghuan's eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't make a sound.

"I was wrong before?" Mr. Mo looked helpless, "When will you go to the company?"

Mo Shenghuan calmly picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, saying the two words lightly.

"Don't go."

"Aren't you going?!" Mr. Mo was in a hurry, "You also know that there is no more suitable heir than you in the Mo family. My will has been changed, so why don't you go?"

Mo Shenghuan looked at Mr. Mo, intertwined his hands and fingers naturally, resting on his abdomen, leaned back slightly, leaned back on the chair, his dark eyes were slightly focused, and his temperament was captivating.

Mr. Mo could tell at a glance that this was Mo Shenghuan's gesture of negotiating.

"Tell me." Mr. Mo sighed, "What do you want before you return to the company."

An Nuo quietly looked at the two of them, and always felt that Uncle seemed to have made a plan.

"Shares." Mo Shenghuan said indifferently, "Half."

"Half of the shares in my hand?" Mr. Mo was startled, "You already own 30.00% of the company's shares. If I give you half of my shares, your share will exceed 50.00%. Can other shareholders agree? ?"

Mo Shenghuan glanced at the other party.

"Try?"

Mr. Mo was a little speechless. Although what Mo Shenghuan said was a question, he should at least be [-]% sure.

He was in the company during that time, it seems... not just doing projects.

Mr. Mo knew very well in his heart that his son was much more capable than himself. While he was relieved, he couldn't help but feel a little bit bitter about being photographed on the beach.

"Oh." Mr. Mo sighed.

"Since you have said so, those shares will be yours sooner or later. Instead of leaving them to you after I die, it is better to give them to you as soon as possible. You can still remember me."

Mr. Mo compromised.

"Find a time and hold a shareholders' meeting. Then...you will get what you want."

Mr. Mo got up and looked quite tired. An Nuo hurried to see him off. Mr. Mo looked at An Nuo with a helpless expression on his face.

After seeing off Mr. Mo, An Nuo remembered Dr. Moise's previous advice, and took advantage of the weekend to send An Lin a message, asking if he wanted to come and play.

To An Nuo's surprise, An Lin immediately agreed, and after asking for the address, he almost couldn't wait to come.

I haven't seen him for a week. An Lin has a pair of big dark circles under his eyes. He is depressed, as if his energy has been sucked away by a monster. He is wearing two different socks.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Although An Lin was miserable, An Nuo couldn't help laughing seeing An Lin like this.

"The psychological pressure is too great." An Lin sighed, "I feel like I'm dying."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" An Nuo glared at An Lin, "Sit down! It's time for lunch, I'll get you something to nourish your blood."

Watching An Nuo turn and leave, An Lin almost didn't dare to look at Mo Shenghuan. Seeing that Mo Shenghuan was about to go to the kitchen with An Nuo, An Lin mustered up his courage, and with the determination to die, called Mo Shenghuan to stop.

Mo Shenghuan turned his head and looked at An Lin with indifferent eyes.

An Lin saw that An Nuo's figure had disappeared into the room, and closed the door. He took a deep breath, looked at Mo Shenghuan tremblingly, and his teeth were chattering when he spoke.

"I, I have a story that you might want to hear."

Mo Shenghuan was not interested in the story, and turned to go to the kitchen. An Lin had no choice but to use his trump card.

"Master Controller." An Lin looked bitter, "Do you really want to continue to hide it?"