After coaxing Lanlan to sleep, Mo Han looked at her phone. It was already past ten o'clock at night.

She picked up the book and read it for a while, until she was too sleepy to open her eyes, and then she lay down and prepared to sleep.

"Dingdong--"

Uh, I forgot to mute my phone!

The moment Mo Han lay down, her phone suddenly rang. She quickly reached out and grabbed it.

An unread WeChat message.

From Fu Yuchen: "Sleeping?"

Mo Han hesitated for a moment. Just as she was about to reply to him, another message popped up in the dialog box, "Go to bed early! It's fine."

"Sir, I'm not angry about what happened at night. You're not only my employer, but also my creditor. No matter what, I won't be angry with you."

She read the passage carefully again and was satisfied.

Click Send!

On the other end of the phone, Fu Yuchen had already finished his videoconference and was lying on the bed, fiddling with his phone.

Originally, he thought that Mo Han would not reply to his messages. He had already prepared a staircase for himself, but who would have thought that the phone that he had thrown beside the pillow would suddenly vibrate?

Looking at the message that popped up in the dialog box, Fu Yuchen narrowed his eyes slightly. It was better not to reply.

If he wasn't angry, he just didn't care.

He had already understood this logic from a very young age.

Fu Yuchen lowered his eyes and suppressed the coldness in the depths of his eyes. The corner of his mouth hooked in amusement.

Apart from these words, there was also a sentence--self-affection!

He did not reply to Mo Han.

The next morning.

Fu Yuchen got up early in the morning, put on his sportswear and went for a morning run.

As he passed by Lanlan's room, he subconsciously stopped and glanced to the side.

At this moment, the tightly shut door suddenly opened from the inside.

Mo Han subconsciously raised her eyes. A man in sportswear broke into his field of vision without warning. She was stunned. She quickly lowered her head and greeted respectfully, "Good morning, sir!"

"Yes, good morning."

Fu Yuchen coldly turned around and walked out without looking back.

Mo Han knitted her eyebrows and looked suspiciously at the distant figure.

Early in the morning, who provoked him again?

After thinking for a while, he didn't think of anything.

Mo Han struggled to get rid of the problem in her mind and quickly went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Fu Yuchen, who was running out of the gate, raised his eyes and saw Meng Sheng, who was also wearing sportswear.

As a result, the two of them began to fight again.

No one said anything, and they buried their heads and ran away.

When Fu Yuchen appeared in the villa sweating profusely, Mo Han stared blankly at him. It was already late autumn, and it wouldn't be long before winter began. In this kind of weather, he could actually run out of sweat!

Admiration!

Mo Han thought silently in her heart.

Fu Yuchen restrained his gaze and sat on the soft sofa wearily without looking at Mo Han.

Obviously, he was extremely tired.

"Auntie, pour me a glass of water."

Mo Han didn't dare to neglect him anymore and hurriedly turned back to the kitchen.

Very quickly, she walked out with a glass of water and handed it to Fu Yuchen. "Sir, I added salt to the warm water."

Fu Yuchen was slightly stunned, and a strange look flashed through his eyes.

He seemed to have forgotten to take the cup from Mo Han for a moment.

Until he saw the pair of apricot eyes beneath the lens blink and heard her whisper to him, "Sir?"

"Thank you."

The two words were neither salty nor insipid.

Mo Han didn't care, but he was very curious about how he made himself so miserable!

This was already the second time!

Is there a hound chasing after him? That was why he had no choice but to run with all his might.

"What are you looking at?"

Facing that pair of suspicious eyes, Fu Yuchen asked coldly.

Mo Han was shocked. She hurriedly moved her gaze away and lowered her head to say, "Nothing!" After pausing for a moment, she muttered in a very low voice, "Probably because she is too energetic and has nowhere to vent her anger …"

Too energetic?

Nowhere to vent?

Fu Yuchen curled his lips and raised his eyebrows to look at Mo Han, who was about to leave. Suddenly, he said, "Auntie."

Mo Han hurriedly turned around and stood there with her brows lowered. "Sir, do you have anything else?"

"Come here."

The man's voice suddenly became low and deep, with a hint of unclear indolence.

Mo Han exhaled and took a few small steps forward.

Fu Yuchen lazily lifted his eyelids and said, "Come here a little more!"

Mo Han took a few more steps forward, but it was still a small shattered step.

Fu Yuchen suddenly smiled. A pair of dark phoenixes raised their heads slightly and looked at Mo Han meaningfully.

"Auntie, you are not the eldest young miss of the feudal society, what are you learning?"

Mo Han took a long breath and almost choked to death. How could she take big strides with such a small distance?

Even so, she still bravely took a few steps forward.

Then …

She seemed to have kicked something under her feet, and her entire upper body uncontrollably fell forward.

Just when she decided to accept her fate and throw herself on the ground, Mo Han felt her wrist tighten. A powerful force pulled her, causing her entire body to tilt and fall towards Mo Xiang on the sofa.

"Bang--"

Immediately after, a painful and oppressive groan suddenly entered Mo Han's ears.

She fell on Fu Yuchen's chest.

His entire body smashed down.

Mo Han's face instantly flushed red as she reacted. Her cheeks were boiling hot and her ears were red. There were only four shameful words left in her mind-"throwing herself into her arms".

With Fu Yuchen's urinary nature, he would definitely laugh at her like this.

At the thought of this, Mo Han was so angry and anxious that she struggled to get up.

Originally, she wanted to put her palm on the back of the sofa, but the reality was cruel. Her palm pressed against a hard Di Mo, somewhat damp, and it was still burning …

"Auntie, if you don't take your hands off me, I don't think I'll be able to breathe."

The man beneath her face was pale, and his voice was even more feeble.

As he spoke, Fu Yuchen coughed violently again.

Mo Han was truly frightened by him.

She almost subconsciously let go of her hand, but she forgot that her palm was the only supporting point.

Thus, the moment she let go of her hand, she fell down without warning.

Mo Han only felt the pain in her lips, and then she felt very soft, and the face that suddenly caught her eyes …

Fu Yuchen was also stunned. He felt that his lips were exceptionally tender and sweet.

Compared to the deep kiss from last night, this kiss seemed to possess even more magical power.

His eyes met.

For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to have solidified, as if it wanted to freeze this scene.

Mo Han's mind was blank. She forgot what to do and only stared at the face in front of her with wide eyes.

This body is very soft and comfortable.

Especially the faint fragrance that lingered around the tip of his nose.

Fu Yu snorted. It was hot and dry. Without warning, it rushed straight to his forehead.

Mo Han was not deaf, how could he not hear this voice!

She already wished she could dig a hole and bury herself. How could such a shameful thing happen to her all the time!

"Sister, Dad, what are you, what are you doing?"

A cute, soft, and pleasant voice suddenly sounded and fell into the ears of Mo Han and Fu Yuchen.

The two exchanged glances.

At this moment, they seemed to have agreed to get up in no hurry. Then, Fu Yuchen explained seriously, "Lanlan, Dad is playing a game with Auntie."

As he spoke, he looked at Mo Han with a smile and kept winking at her.

Mo Han took a deep breath and walked a few steps to Lanlan. She endured the nameless flames in her heart and said with a smile, "Lanlan, what Dad said is right. We were just playing a game."

Lanlan frowned and looked at them suspiciously.

He quickly ran to his father and opened his arms to ask Fu Yuchen to hug him. "Dad, let's play the game you were playing with your sister just now, okay?" He said in a milk voice.

"Play a game? What game?"

Under the stunned gazes of Fu Yuchen and Mo Han, Song Xiuyuan walked into the living room as if no one was watching.

Pausing for a moment, he walked in front of Lanlan and said with a smile, "Baby Lanlan, if your father doesn't want to play with you, Uncle will play with you. Uncle has time today."

The corner of Mo Han's mouth twitched fiercely and she silently stood at the side.

Someone was playing with Lanlan, so Lanlan was naturally very happy, but Fu Yuchen was unhappy. His handsome and beautiful face instantly turned cold.

No matter how he looked at Song Xiuyuan, he felt that he was a terrifying monster!

Piansheng, Lanlan had already run to Song Xiuyuan, grabbed his hand and walked towards the sofa.

"Uncle Xiuyuan, you're so kind!"

"Stop!"

Fu Yuchen was furious beyond endurance.

Song Xiuyuan was immediately unhappy. He was kind enough to play with Lanlan, but someone actually wanted to stop him without gratitude. "Second Brother Fu, what do you mean? I'm Lanlan's uncle, you …"

Suppressing the nameless rage in his chest, Fu Yuchen raised his head to look at Mo Han, who was not far away, and then narrowed his eyes to look at Song Xiuyuan.

He didn't want to continue this topic, so he changed the topic without a trace. "Third Brother Song, why did you come here this morning? Shouldn't you be at Boss Chen's place at this time?"

'"Don't! Don't change the subject with me, Fu Yuchen. Let me tell you, we have to have a good chat today. I'm Lanlan's uncle, right? But you …"

Song Xiuyuan's stomach ached from anger.

It was fine if he didn't repay his kindness, but he actually disliked him. This was something he absolutely couldn't endure.

"Fu Yuchen, why don't you give me an explanation?"

"Uncle, let's ignore Dad. Let's play games together. You're lying on the sofa, and I'm lying on top of you. Then …"

Before Little Lanlan could finish speaking, Song Xiuyuan immediately choked and coughed violently without warning.

This kind of game, this kind of game …

How unscrupulous!

Song Xiuyuan looked at Fu Yuchen with an expression of disbelief, then looked at Mo Han, who was not far away, with his eyebrows lowered and his head retracted in silence.

He suddenly smelled something called "female love".

Fu Yuchen wished he could cover Lanlan's mouth immediately.

However, his face was still very calm and did not reveal the slightest bit of embarrassment, as if … it really had nothing to do with him.

Mo Han pursed her lips, still lowered her head and remained silent.

However, she could clearly feel that her cheeks were burning, and getting hotter and hotter.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Lanlan frowned. He didn't know what he had done just now that shocked the heavens and earth.

Looking at the small face carved from pink carved jade in front of him, Song Xiuyuan awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth. He no longer dared to tell Lanlan that he wanted to play games with her, otherwise Second Brother Fu would definitely fight with him.

With his skill, he would not be able to defeat Second Brother Fu and would be tortured miserably by him.

"Cough cough cough …" Song Xiuyuan clenched his fists and coughed softly. "Lanlan, aren't you in kindergarten now? You don't have time to play any games!"

"Besides, only two adults can play the game you just mentioned. Children are forbidden to play it."

As he said this, he secretly glanced at the expressionless Fu Yuchen and then at Mo Han.