Chapter 1943： The little guy wants to join his father

Chapter 1943 The little guy wants to join his father

In the early morning, the birds and flowers fragrant outside.

Osmanthus fragrans was blown by the breeze and floated in from the window.

"It's really fragrant." Gu Chuyan said softly, turning over to get out of bed, squinting her beautiful eyes and walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, turning around and sitting down, supporting her chin and looking at the scenery outside the window.

The outside is full of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the autumn wind is a bit cool, messing up her hair.

"Huh?" Gu Chuyan vaguely felt something was wrong, and there was a scorching breath, spraying at her.

Gu Chuyan's delicate face flushed red, and she looked down and saw Xiao Mohan squatting on the ground, holding the iPad in her hand, and then connected to the phone with her right hand.

"Hmm." Xiao Mohan answered and hung up the phone.

The man silently raised his eyes and looked at Gu Chuyan's faint smile. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the faint fragrance of the woman came out, making him feel her real existence.

Xiao Mohan folded his arms, hugged her tighter, and asked in a deep voice, "Madam, give gifts in the morning?"

"Your gift... is it too expensive?" Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, his thin lips moved.

Gu Chuyan stood up in fright, and when she saw Xiao Mohan's hairstyle, she was disturbed by her, and she reached out and combed him with a guilty conscience.

"Mo Han, morning." Gu Chuyan was so embarrassed that she woke up without opening her eyes, she didn't see him at all, and thought it was a chair, so she sat down.

Xiao Mohan looked at her silently, and said in a deep voice, "I dare to mess around in the future?"

"..." Gu Chuyan pulled her dressing gown up, her words surprised her, she turned around in shock, staring at him and said: "Where am I?"...

"You! Xiao Mohan, you rascal." Gu Chuyan stomped angrily, but saw him throw the iPad away and walk towards her.

She was forced to retreat by him and fell on the sofa.

"Who held your husband last night and told you the secret of your heart, eh?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice, reaching out to pinch her chin, making her look directly at herself.

Gu Chuyan listened and blurted out: "I dream of roast chicken."

"Gu Chuyan, do you think it is better to be a husband than to roast a chicken?" Xiao Mohan was shocked. He was affectionate last night? good, very good.

She reached out to his laryngitis side and reminded softly: "Don't disturb the child."

The door was pushed open, and three small figures walked up, looking at them a little confused, and walked over to ask for peace.

"Mother is early."

After asking, turned around, looked at Xiao Mohan, and cried respectfully: "Sister early."

"Sister? Is he?" Gu Chuyan listened, looked at Xiao Mohan in surprise, reached out and grabbed him, and subconsciously dragged him forward.

Xiao Yichu nodded fiercely, ran forward, stood on tiptoe, and whispered to her: "You can't call Dad."

"Why?" Gu Chuyan was puzzled, not knowing what happened.

The little guy smiled secretly and said to her, "I will be angry."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yichu turned and ran. Xiao Yiyan followed behind. Only Xiao Yijue was there hesitating, still shouting: "Sister, morning."

"Haha." Gu Chuyan listened, laughing wildly.

Xiao Mohan's face turned pale, looking at those figures, thinking about last night, watching Xiao Yichu acting like a baby, he said in a deep voice, "Don't call me father."

What's wrong with this? This guy holds grudges, and is Gu Chuyan still fighting him?

"Sister, early." Gu Chuyan said, reaching out and touching his hair.

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, turned and overwhelmed, and said in a magnetic voice: "Gu Chuyan, for my husband, remind you, don't mess with men in the morning."

Feeling Xiao Mohan's deep black eyes, she did not dare to move.

"Mo Han, help me get the phone." When she raised her eyes, she saw the phone flashing, obviously there were missed calls or unread messages.

PS: I recommend the author's old article after this book. It is a sweet pet and no abuser: "Hundreds of millions of honey marriages, mysterious little Mo sweet wife", welcome to the pit.

Also, the author will publish a new article on November 3rd, so he will support the collection by then.

(End of this chapter)