Mysterious Magnate vs. Sweet Babe - C261

shouted at Han Yong, and in the next moment, his head was struck by Mo Xiaoran’s chestnut. Xiao Aoyou curled his body in grievance, lowered his head, and curled his fat little body into a ball like that, causing Han Yong’s heart to ache. He treated Xiao Aoyou as his own son.

Mo Xiaoran placed the meat into his mouth and ate it with gusto. His hand swept across the grilled goose and tore off another larger piece of meat, shaking it in front of Xiao Aoyou.

Mo Xiaoran continued to make Xiao Aoyou emit that mother’s voice. This voice was the first sound that most children would emit.

Being pregnant in October, Mo Xiaoran still remembered the feelings of emotions she had felt back then when Xiao Aoyou had interacted with her in her stomach. She refused to believe that her own son could only be a little fellow whose entire body was covered in fur while crying out loud.

Xiao Aoyou did not succeed even after a few tries. Mo Xiaoran was so angry that he ate seven or eight pieces of meat consecutively, and in the end, both his hands grabbed onto Xiao Aoyou and rubbed him in his embrace. Xiao Aoyou was finally defeated by her, and he turned into a little doll without a single strand of hair on his body.

However, Xiao Aoyou who was like this could emit his mother’s voice. When Mo Xiaoran raised his whole roasted goose up, he finally shouted: “Mom.” A very clear pronunciation, with an explosive force, that caused Han Yong to jump.

“Good boy.” Mo Xiaoran’s eyes were burning hot, she touched Xiao Aoyou and did her best not to blink, afraid that the liquid she was feeling would spill out.

Xiao Aoyou looked at Mo Xiaoran, and then called out again in a new tone. “Mom.”

Han Yong looked at the scene in front of him and felt that his throat was blocked, his nose was sore, if this scene was seen by Meng Han, what kind of blissful and happy scene would appear? Han Yong knew that he would never be able to blend into Mo Xiaoran and Xiao Aoyou’s relationship, because he was not his family, he was not the male owner of the family.

That night, Han Yong lost sleep. He lay on the bed in the guest room and opened his eyes to look at the ceiling for a long time, but he did not sleep either, Xiao Aoyou was Mo Xiaoran’s only son, she doted on him, Han Yong wanted to help Xiao Aoyou become more normal, it was Xiao Menghan’s responsibility, but now that Xiao Menghan was not around, Han Yong thought about everything, and thought about what happened when he first met Xiao Menghan.

Deep in the night, a strange call was made to Han Yong.

Han Yong thought that he had heard wrongly, but the phone was ringing again and again. He looked at the set of phone numbers that were constantly flashing on his phone, then thought for a moment, and pressed the call button. Those who knew the phone numbers were all familiar faces, and Han Yong didn’t even tell his customers the number.

After the call, a rough voice came from the other end, “I thought you wouldn’t answer.”

“You are?” Han Yong’s heart skipped a beat, for some reason, he had the urge to hang up. He held the phone tightly, his mind buzzing, this voice seemed to be the same as the words he had heard before.

That voice was a bit blurry, to the point that he had already forgotten about it. However, the voice that came earlier on on the phone seemed to have recalled his memories, and that sentence told Han Yong that he would definitely come to find him.

“You know who I am, you cannot escape, and don’t even think about escaping. Face it, face the responsibility that you should take on.”

“No, I’m not responsible. You called the wrong number.” Han Yong anxiously hung up the phone, his eyes looking at the phone in his hand, his body suddenly shivering.

The phone slipped from his hand and fell onto the bed. Only then did Han Yong realise that his forehead was covered in cold sweat, even his heart was drowned in it.

The bedroom was completely silent, even the heartbeat of the quiet Han Yong could not be heard.

Han Yong breathed with difficulty, he could almost hear the sound of his own blood flowing in his veins, what’s wrong, what’s wrong with him?

Han Yong, I am Han Yong. I do not have any responsibilities, I am just a person, an ordinary person.

Han Yong told him over and over in his heart that he was just an ordinary person and that he had made the wrong call. However, there was a spot in his memory that had been sealed and started to loosen up.

The world was turning upside down. He heard the sound that came from far, far away.

Han Yong’s hands were tightly holding onto the bed sheets, not moving at all. At one point, he was anxious for his phone to ring, but now, it had turned into a horn of death.

Han Yong picked up the call, his voice a little weak: “I’ll say it again, you called the wrong number, it’s me.”

Xiao Yuelin spoke out from the phone in his hand with a heavy and doubtful tone, interrupting Han Yong: “Ah Yong, it’s me.”

Han Yong was startled, it was Xiao Yuelin, and immediately changed his words: “I’m sorry, Uncle Xiao, I thought that I called the wrong number.”

Xiao Yuelin did not blame Han Yong, he did not care about all these. On the phone, he told Han Yong that he could not immediately bring Mo Xiaoran and Xiao Aoyou to the Old Hall of Xiao Family to lie down, but Xiao Yuelin had already sent people to pick them up.

On the phone, Xiao Yuelin spoke in a tone of discussion, and even asked Han Yong to definitely let Mo Xiaoran and Xiao Aoyou do it.

Han Yong felt that something wasn’t right from Xiao Yuelin’s words. He didn’t ask her why, he only said that he went to see if Mo Xiaoran had slept, then he returned a call to Xiao Yuelin.

Mo Xiaoran and Xiao Aoyou slept in the room that she used to sleep in. The bedroom door was closed and Han Yong stood outside it.

On the other hand, the door to the bedroom opened in front of him. Mo Xiaoran, who was wearing daytime clothes, stood at the door and asked Han Yong sleepily: “Did he have news?”

Him? Without even needing Mo Xiaoran to call out the name, Han Yong knew that it was Xiao Menghan. Facing Mo Xiaoran’s hopeful eyes, Han Yong shook his head.

He had just received Xiao Yuelin’s call and told Mo Xiaoran to decide whether or not he wanted to go to the Old Hall of Xiao Family.

Xiao Yuelin didn’t say why Mo Xiaoran had gone there, nor how he knew Mo Xiaoran and Xiao Aoyou had already returned to the villa. Han Yong didn’t directly meet Mo Xiaoran’s gaze, he avoided his gaze and lowered his head half-way. The light from the corridor above his head formed a halo of light above his head.

Just when Han Yong thought that Mo Xiaoran was going to reject her, Mo Xiaoran opened his mouth: “Alright, I’ll go hug You You.”

“Are you willing to go?”

“Hmm, why aren’t you willing to go?” Mo Xiaoran countered with a question, she knew in her heart.

Xiao Aoyou was the descendant of the Xiao Family, so she couldn’t sever her bloodline. Furthermore, there must be something that Xiao Yuelin needed them to do in the middle of the night.

When Mo Xiaoran returned to the bedroom, the little fellow on the bed had already turned back into that figure whose entire body was covered in fur. He shrunk inside the blanket, revealing only his head, and slept soundly.

didn’t want anyone to see Xiao Aoyou’s current state. No matter how she tortured the little fellow, the little guy wouldn’t turn into a little kid, even if he didn’t wake up. However, Mo Xiaoran had wrapped Xiao Aoyou up tightly with his blanket.