A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife - Chapter 3735

   “That is.” Aze listened, very proud.

  The old man raised his head and glanced at him, and said with a deeper smile: “I heard that Mo Zitan is suspicious. Your child may not be so behaved.”

  The old man looked at these two children with pride.

  Because they inherited the advantages of Mo Yanchen, but Mo Yanchen carried his daughter’s most perfect everything.

   “You!” Aze listened, walking out with anger.

  Gong Lao watched him leave. He stretched out a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, watching quietly, and reaching out to pull the quilt for them, but Mo Shuinan turned over and woke up.

  He was lying on the bed, looking at Gong Lao with his head sideways, reaching out and rubbing his eyes.

   “Wake up?” Gong Lao’s voice has never been so soft.

  Mo Shuinan turned over, got up, stretched out his hand and leaped towards Gong Lao.

Gong Lao was taken aback. He never thought that Mo Shuinan would want to hug him. He reached out and trembled to hug him, hugged him tightly and said, “Grandpa Zeng hugs him.”

  Fearing that he would wake Mo Qingcheng, Mo Shuinan stretched out his hand, covering his lips, not letting him speak.

  Gong Lao’s eyes are full of Mo Shuinan, looking at him, nodding slightly.

   “Go there,” he said, pointing to the bathroom, his face flushed.

  The old man saw this and walked to the bathroom with him, only to find that the kid wanted to pee, but the ground was a bit slippery, and the old man accidentally fell to the ground.

   “Bang.” With a sound, he fell to the ground and touched his body, but he held Mo Shuinan in his arms.

   “Hiss.” Gong Lao groaned, he moved and found that he could not move.

  People are old, have brittle bones, and have broken bones! His face changed, he didn’t expect to be ashamed, and he was thrown to Mo Garden.

   “It hurts.” Mo Shuinan looked at him and said suddenly.

  He doesn’t hurt himself, but he definitely hurts when he looks at Gong Lao. He got up, stretched out his hand to pull, with little strength, he couldn’t pull it up, his round black eyes turned, and he got up and twisted and walked out.

  Mo Shuinan rubbed his eyes and walked out to see Mo Yanchen coming upstairs.

   “Dad, it hurts.” Mo Shuinan said, he pulled Mo Yanchen.

   Hearing “pain”, Mo Yanchen strode forward, picked him up and said, “Where does it hurt?”

  Mo Shuinan shook his head, pointed his finger at the room, and motioned for him to pass. Mo Yanchen hugged him and walked inside, and saw a leg exposed in the bathroom.

   “Who is it?” Mo Yanchen said, and he walked inside holding Mo Shuinan in his arms.

   Seeing Gong Lao falling to the ground, struggling, but could not get up.

  The old palace has no face, remembering it, but can’t get up. It looked like he was fractured, Mo Yanchen put Mo Shuinan on the bed and turned back to the bathroom.

“How?”

   Gong Lao had a black face, not wanting to say, but it hurt.

  His eyes fell on his legs and his arms.

  Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand and pressed it, watching him frown, he whispered: “It might hurt, bear with it.”

His words came to an end. He stretched out his hand to clasp Gong Lao’s arm, and made a strong move, only to hear a “pop”, his arm was picked up by him, Mo Yanchen’s big palm fell on his leg, and he pressed his fingertips. Move to one side, force…

   “Ah.” Gong Lao whispered, gritting his teeth.

  Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand, picked him up, and walked to the sofa to lay down.

  Mo Shuinan climbed down from the bed, came to him cautiously, took a look at him, and asked, “Does it hurt?”

   “It doesn’t hurt.” Gong Lao said, desperate to face.

  At this moment, Shen Chengjing came in, whispered to Mo Yanchen, and he left with her.

   Gong Lao sat on the sofa, looking at Mo Shuinan in a daze.