Han Mochen was also looking at her. He didn't understand the look in her eyes and thought she might be sick.

He raised his hands and placed one on Nan Xiao's forehead and the other on his own forehead.

"..."

I wipe it, let go, let it go, let it cool...

Nan Xiao couldn't help but push his hand away, but his eyes were stubborn and he stubbornly wanted to reach out to touch her forehead to see if it was hot.

Nan Xiao was on guard this time and grabbed his slender wrist, turned him over and pressed him down on the soft bed, glaring at him threateningly, "Don't move, do you hear me?"

Han Mochen's eyes were a little confused. He looked at the girl above him and nodded obediently.

"Um."

Nan Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, she was most afraid of the cold.

Wait, this posture...

Only then did Nan Xiao notice that she had pushed someone down on the bed, with the woman on top and the man on the bottom. Han Mochen's expression was confused and ignorant. It looked like she was teasing him.

"Ahem..."

Nan Xiao quickly got up from him, I am not a gangster, no!

She got up, but Han Mochen still maintained the position where he was crushed by Nan Xiao just now, staring at the ceiling above, motionless.

Nan Xiao held her forehead and sighed: "You can sit up now."

Han Mochen sat next to her and stared at her again.

Nan Xiao asked: "Do you know who I am?"

"Fairy."

"What fairy?"

"Things in the sky can fly."

Nan Xiao suddenly realized that this was referring to the time she used Qinggong to bring him back, right?

However, I am not a fairy. I am a bad demon sect leader who kills people if he disagrees with me.

This is what I think in my heart, but my words are very narcissistic.

"If you want to call me fairy, that's fine. After all, there is no difference between me and a fairy. We are so beautiful."

Nan Xiao smiled again, "But I have a name."

"name?"

"Yes, my name is Nan Xiao."

"My name is...Achen."

"Then we will be friends from now on."

Nan Xiao thought to herself, use a child's way of thinking to get along, start as a friend, slowly gain his trust, and become like a normal person, then everything will be easier to handle.

But her thoughts were very good, but the reality was very bad.

"No, you, it's mine."

"What am I yours for?" Nan Xiao was a little angry, "Am I your pet?"

Han Mochen shook his head quickly. Apparently he was a little anxious when he saw Nan Xiao was angry.

"No, it's you, it's mine, mine alone."

Nan Xiao was surprised to find that he now said five words in one breath. Is this considered an improvement?

"Fairy, I am alone."

Han Mochen repeated it again and sat a little closer, with a strong possessive look in his eyes.

It was he who first discovered the flying fairy, and it was he who first saw the dancing fairy.

Therefore, it is natural to think that she is his.

And the little fairy who belongs to him will always be with him.

Just as Nan Xiao was about to speak, she saw a maid opening the door and walking in hurriedly.

"Young Master, I'm back and coming to your room. The housekeeper asked you to hide this young lady."

Han Mochen's eyes showed a bit of nervousness. He would open the cupboard door and dig under the bed, trying to find a hiding place for Nan Xiao, but the space was too small.

Before, the bad guy threw away his black cat.

Now, his little fairy can't have any more problems.

Time was getting tighter and tighter, and both of them heard the tapping of footsteps.

Nan Xiao also felt that it was inappropriate for a living person like herself to stay in someone else's home, and it seemed that she would cause trouble for Han Mochen.

She held his hand and said, "Stop looking for it. I'm going back first and will come back to you in two days."

After she finished speaking, before Han Mochen could react, she jumped onto the window sill, jumped down from there, then crossed the wall and returned to Nan's room on her floor.

Xiaobai didn't say much about her violation of the rules, which was understandable.

At the spiral staircase, there was a huge medieval-style painting hanging on the wall. A tall man in a black suit passed by, with a handsome and resolute face, and an aura of dignity all over his body. His steps were slightly hasty.

The old housekeeper followed him and said with a smile: "So the Nan family really made a big joke today. The Nan family couple were beaten so badly that their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. They both went to the hospital. As for the fake daughter, they were taken away by the police.

I went to take notes..."

"Humph, you deserve it. It's not a good thing. Since the death of Mr. Nan, the Nan family has been in decline. Han Shaozhuo can get involved if he wants to. Who else is he willing to kill?"

Han Yuan's expression was serious and he paused, "I asked you to tell me about A-Chen, why did you start the topic with me? Tell me, how is A-Chen? Are you still angry with me?

Has he eaten today?"

The old butler was very pleased. As expected, no matter how much the father and son quarreled, the most important thing in his heart was the young master. Just as he was about to speak, a harsh scream came from in front of him.

"ah--"

This voice...

It’s the eldest young master!

The two went straight to Han Mochen's room.

"Young Master, stop smashing it, calm down..."

"ah--"

Han Mochen's face was pale at this moment, he covered his head with his hands and screamed. As if he had been greatly stimulated, he started to push down and smash things in the room again. The room was now in a mess.

When Han Yuan rushed to the door, he saw Han Mochen losing his mind, his eyes were scarlet, and he was holding a music box in his hand, looking like he was about to smash it to the ground.

His brows jumped sharply and he cursed angrily: "If you dare to smash the music box your mother left you, I will beat you to death!"

"ah--"

After Han Mochen finished screaming this time, everyone became quiet, but his eyes were very frightened, and his fingers were trembling as he put the music box on the table, then turned around and walked towards the corner.

Suddenly, the music box started falling down.

Han Yuan looked nervous and quickly reached out to pick it up.

The music box fell firmly into Han Yuan's hand without any damage, but the back of his hand was cut several times by the porcelain pieces on the ground, and blood flowed out.

The old housekeeper saw it and said quickly: "Go and call the family doctor quickly."

Han Yuan casually took out a few pieces of paper and pressed them against his wounds, saying in a calm voice: "I don't mind. Call the psychiatrist over to see Achen first."

The servant hurriedly went after hearing the order.

Han Yuan carefully put the music box away, and then walked towards Han Mochen, who was shivering in the corner.

He stopped screaming now and was completely quiet, but he still covered his head tightly with fear and vigilance in his eyes.

"Achen, don't be afraid, I'm dad..."

Han Yuan gently touched Han Mochen's arm, but he avoided it.

Han Mochen covered his head and squatted in another corner, his eyes filled with cold silence.

He opened his lips and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "It's all fake, it's all fake, it's all lies to me, it's all, leave me..."

Han Yuan didn't hear what he said, his hands froze in mid-air. He smiled bitterly, and there were faint tears in his eyes.

"After all these years, Achen still doesn't believe me..."

The old housekeeper sighed at the side. The death of his wife was a heartache that both father and son would never get over.

Fifteen years ago, when the eldest young master was only seven years old, he was kidnapped by his competitors, along with his wife.

Naturally, it would not be easy for the two of them if they fell into the hands of that group of lunatics. The young master was better off, because after all, he wanted to use his son to blackmail the master in exchange for conditions, but the madam was different.

At that time, Han Yuan had a reputation for being romantic, and there were rumors that he hated his wife extremely, so he lost all scruples and used various means to torture and humiliate his wife, and finally tortured her to death.

The eldest young master watched his mother suffer such abuse, but he could do nothing.

Since then, the lively and cheerful young master has changed into a different person, gradually becoming silent and suffering from autism.

On the day of his wife's funeral, only the old housekeeper knew that Han Yuan cried like a child, crying so heartbreakingly that he even passed out.

The old housekeeper will always remember that day when Han Yuan woke up, holding his hand and bursting into tears, "I love her, I really love her... I always thought she was pretending to be someone else, and she never wanted to look at me.

, I was angry with her, I deliberately flirted with others, I thought she would come to me, but in the end she refused to even talk to me."
Chapter completed!