Chapter 537

A sudden cold male voice startled the people who were taking pictures around the little boy.

Low male voice without any temperature, cool through the ears of the people, until the bottom of my heart.

Unconsciously, they shivered and looked back at the source of the sound.

A cold man with a mask was standing there. He put one hand in his pocket and looked at this side fiercely. His strong aura made people afraid.

"You, you are..."

"Now that someone else has refused, you should just go away, shouldn't you?" The man opened his mouth again, and the words revealed by his thin lips were not polite, like sharp arrows,

several people's faces were a little ugly, because yemoxuan's words were too ugly.

"You, why do you say that to us? We're just taking pictures. We didn't do anything to him. You... "

One of them is not afraid of death to top back, the result said a half night, Mo Xuan cold line of sight shot toward her, immediately scared her to swallow back the words behind, and then pathetic way: "I, I know, I immediately delete the photos in the mobile phone."

With that, she took out her mobile phone and deleted all the photos just taken in front of everyone, then turned around and left.

In front of her, the masked man's demeanor is not ordinary, and the people invited by the Han family are rich or expensive. Before she came, her family told her not to make trouble, so she had better leave quickly.

The one who took the lead just now was obviously a little unconvinced, but it was not easy to say anything more when he saw that others had deleted the photos and left.

She hatefully took out her mobile phone and deleted the photo just now. When other people saw this, they quickly left with the deleted photo.

When the crowd is gone, the night ink Xuan takes back his eyes, scorns to sneer in his heart, and then turns to go.

It's not quiet everywhere.

So he never liked this kind of occasion. If he didn't have to, he didn't have to come here in such a dress.

After two steps, there was a soft voice behind him.

"Thank you, uncle."

The step that night Mo Xuan takes stopped like this, silent a moment, he slowly turns head.

Light light, a small figure standing there, he was wearing a small suit prepared by adults, but his face was wearing an untimely cartoon mask.

Mask??

Night Mo Xuan tiny squint eyes, staring at the little boy mask behind the exposed pair of eyes with the same black glass beads.

I don't know why, night Mo Xuan unexpectedly feel this pair of eyes have a kind of familiar feeling.

Where have you met?

Millet beans toward the night Mo Xuan smile, milk to remind: "uncle, I'm thanking you."

“……”

The night Mo Xuan once returned to God, the voice indifferently opens a mouth: "so?"

The glass bead like eyes were slightly surprised. A moment later, he said seriously, "when people apologize, shouldn't uncle say you're welcome?"

Listen to speech, night Mo Xuan sneer, tone is still cold.

"You're welcome?"

Xiaomi Dou nodded, then walked towards him with short legs, stopped in front of him and waved to him.

The night Mo Xuan facial expression stands indifferently there.

"Uncle, can you bend down?"

Night Mo Xuan Cu starts eyebrow, displeasure way: "you this little guy do what ghost?"

"Oh, I think uncle's mask is very special, so I want to study it, OK?" With that, Xiaomi Dou immediately looked at him with pitiful eyes, looking forward to it.

Don't know why, night Mo Xuan see his this pair of eyes make this kind of posture, in the heart unexpectedly inexplicable fidget up, cold voice scold a way: "speak well, stand up straight!"

Xiaomi Dou was startled, and his black eyes immediately flashed the color of panic,

"uncle?"

"As a man, how can you show such expression and eyes?" The night Mo Xuan is like an elder to displeased ground to scold him, completely forget oneself and this kid just meet for the first time.

"Oh." Xiaomi Dou looked at him stupidly, "can uncle teach me?"

"Chi, let me teach you?" Night Mo Xuan narrowed his eyes and sneered: "can you afford the tuition?"

Xiaomi Dou pursed her lips and nodded vigorously: "my mom is very rich."

Suddenly mention his mom, night ink Xuan unexpectedly some interest, he mouth disrelish body slowly squat down in front of millet bean, voice is still cold: "your mommy?"

"Yes, my mom has money, so can my uncle teach me?"

Yemoxuan stares at him thoughtfully. Just now he is far away, but now he is close. Yemoxuan finds that there is a faint familiar smell on him. His thin lips move. Before he can speak, he listens to Xiaomi Dou again: "uncle, can I touch your mask?"

"Yes..."

NoIn fact, night ink Xuan in the heart is to say so.

He night Mo Xuan is not that kind of loving person, how can also possibly promise a child this kind of rude request.

But today, he made an exception to save the little guy in front of him, and also agreed to his request to touch his mask.

After he agreed, the broken child actually reached out to the mask on his face.

He frowned and looked at the little white hand. It looked so soft that he had the impulse to touch it.

Ye Moxuan: "I'm not sure."

What the hell is he thinking?

Just thinking, millet bean's hand has touched his mask.

Although through the mask, you can still feel the feeling of touch. Yemoxuan is rarely so intimate with others. He retreats for a moment, but who knows that when Xiaomi Dou sees him retreating, his hand goes up and pokes his mask again.

"Hee hee, uncle, do you want to touch me too?"

"No need."

The night Mo Xuan cold voice refuses.

Millet beans continue to poke his mask, it seems to have a good time.

Pa -

Ye Moxuan grabs his soft palm impatiently and marvels at how a child's hand can be so soft? It's softer than cotton.

"Uncle?" The little guy looks like he's curious. He's half cocked. The cartoon mask on his face makes him look very cute.

Lovely

Yemoxuan always thinks that it's a shame to put this word on boys.

Whether it's adult men or underage men.

So in the past, he was very shameless to these.

But now He thought the little guy was very lovely??

Night ink Xuan heart a little messy, squint eyes, cold voice way: "your mommy didn't teach you, don't with strangers too close?"

"Why?" Xiaomi Dou's head is crooked again.

"Because strangers are generally not good people."

"I believe uncle is a good man."

The soft voice of the little guy falls into the ear of the night Mo Xuan. He finds that his voice is in a mess.

His eyes color slightly heavy, low looking at his palm that small palm.

"Why do you believe uncle is a good man?"