Last night, he specifically looked for her. That hair was not a wig.

Mo Xiaoxiao placed a cup of brewed coffee in front of Xiao Meng Han. She looked at his almost transparent skin and her heart trembled, "Do you want me to accompany you to the hospital to take a look?"

"No need." Xiao Meng Han shook her head and secretly formed a fist with her fingers under the table. The sharp nails dug deep into his palm and he didn't even dare to bring that cup of coffee.

She raised her head and was just about to say something when the sound of running footsteps made her immediately raise her head. A radiant smile appeared on her face as she blurted out: "Han Yong, you?"

The black muzzle was pointed at Xiao Menghan, and Xiao Yuelin's hands were trembling a little. Beside him was Xiao Zhenhai.

Xiao Meng Han sat on the chair and maintained her previous appearance. His gaze fell on the two figures in front of him. The corner of his mouth was pursed into a smile. It was hard to tell what expression he had on his face.

The silence in the air was eerie. Xiao Zhenhai's heart was pounding. His grandson, his grandson had already grown up. His gaze fell on Xiao Menghan's face as he searched his memory for the last time when he saw Xiao Menghan.

The current Xiao Meng Han was completely different. In the years since Xiao Meng Han left the country to come back, he had never met with Xiao Zhen Hai and Xiao Yue Lin. They all knew that he was blaming them for being ruthless.

Mo Xiao Yan's body tilted slightly as he tried to stand in front of Xiao Meng Han.

The other side had guns, so it was obvious that they did not come with good intentions. Furthermore, it was very possible that it was the father and son entering the house to rob him.

Mo Xiaoxiao's ice-cold body trembled, and the goosebumps on her arms became even colder. In the morning, Xiao Menghan was still burning with fever, and in a short while, he was going to turn into ice.

"Xiao Yan, can you clean up your bedroom first?" Xiao Meng Han raised her head with a gentle smile on her face. As she moved, her silver hair revealed the little braids that she had forgotten to untie.

Seeing his masterpiece, Jing Xiaoxiao's face turned red.

Xiao Meng Han's eyes were filled with a charming shyness, and his heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

Jing Xiaoxiao looked up worriedly at the two unfamiliar figures. She suddenly remembered who they were. She had read about them in the newspapers before.

Xiao Meng Han's grandfather and father were slightly relieved.

Xiao Zhenhai and Xiao Yuelin knew Mo Xiaoxiao's name. After Xiao Yuelin put away the gun, he felt a little awkward. It was too sudden for him to be here just now.

Seeing how Mo Xiaoxiao worriedly went upstairs, Xiao Zhenhai could not help but admire the way his grandson looked at him, as if he was a good girl.

However, Xiao Zhenhai was also angry because Xiao Meng Han did not introduce Mo Xiaoxiao to them.

"Xiao Han, she's yours?"

"This has nothing to do with you. Are you here today to get rid of the harm of the people?" Xiao Meng Han's gaze was slightly mocking as she looked at her father and grandfather who were standing across from her.

Logically speaking, they should be the closest and most trustworthy people to him. However, they hadn't met for so many years. However, the first thing they saw was actually pointing the gun at each other.

Xiao Zhenhai coughed and then turned his gaze towards the stairs. In the next second, he slowly opened his mouth, "There is not a day when grandfather does not think of you. I have already contacted the experts. Do you want them?"

"No, if you want to lock me up and study me like a monster, then please leave now. I am an adult now, so I can take responsibility for myself."

Xiao Meng Han wasn't moved at all as she sat there, calmly looking at the two figures in front of her. However, the palm under the table was dripping with blood, and when it fell on the ground, it created a bright red Plum Blossom.

Xiao Yue Lin's eyes flashed, he pulled Xiao Zhenhai who was just opening his mouth to say something: "Father, I think we should leave first and let Xiao Han calm down. Xiao Han, your mother has taken Xiao Xi as her daughter. You know, her heart hasn't been well recently, so we all wish for someone to accompany her and say some heartfelt words."

Xiao Menghan knew that he did not try to stop him. Now that he saw Xiao Yuelin pulling Xiao Zhenhai away, he suddenly wanted to laugh, but he was unable to do so.

Back then, it was them who stuffed him into the box and tossed him like a monster far away into another country.

Xiao Meng Han didn't know a single person there. The people in the research institute would always have a cold fanaticism, a fanaticism towards his body.

Xiao Meng Han raised her hand, wanting to pick up the cup of coffee. Her right hand opened, but what entered her eyes was not her slender fingers, but her sharp claws.

Mo Xiaoxiao watched as Xiao Yuelin and Xiao Zhenhai left from upstairs. They seemed to have argued for a while downstairs, so she was unable to hear what they were saying.

Before leaving, Xiao Zhenhai looked towards the window where Mo Xiaoxiao was standing before getting into the car. Mo Xiaoxiao was worried about Xiao Meng Han, so he hurried downstairs: "They left?"

"Let's go." Xiao Meng Han hastily pulled a tissue from the table to cover her clawed hand, and in the next second she was about to run to the bathroom.

"What happened to your hand?"

"No problem, I'm going to the bathroom." As Xiao Meng Han spoke, she stood up and ran towards the bathroom in the living room. If she went to the bathroom in the bedroom upstairs, she would have to go past Mo Xiaoxiao. He was afraid that she would notice his abnormality.

She walked down the stairs, puzzled. When she reached the dining table, she inadvertently saw the drops of blood on the floor. Her body froze. Did they really shoot him just now?

There was a type of silencer that would not have heard a gunshot.

A cry of pain came from the bathroom, followed by a loud bang, as if something heavy had fallen to the floor. Mo Xiaoxiao rushed out of the bathroom and knocked on the door, "What happened to you? Xiao Menghan? "

The washroom was silent for a moment. There was no reply.

She thought for a moment, then patted her head as she rushed into the living room. Then, she picked up the phone and called Han Yong.

Han Yong's phone was actually turned off. Silent Dye's finger stopped at the number one button. After a moment of hesitation, he pressed it. 120.

Mo Xiaoxiao was truly afraid that something would happen to Xiao Meng Han, she didn't even have a person to discuss with.

Xiao Meng Han's mother suddenly thought of something and quickly went to find the piece of paper that she changed into earlier. On it was the phone number that Yang Ziying had forced her to drop.

Xiao Meng Han leaned against the wall of the bathroom as she stood there, afraid to look at herself in the mirror. How could this be?

It seemed that ever since he had a relationship with Mo Xiaoxiao, his body had changed regularly.

He was afraid that one day, he would always be the same, day and night. He was no longer Xiao Menghan.

After Han Yong's phone was closed by Linda, it was thrown far away, falling to the ground and turning into a few wreckage.

"Linda, what are you doing?"

"What for? "Tell me, where is Xiao Meng Han, or else I won't leave." Linda, a beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, had tall, slender waists, and never had a man she could not conquer.

Until Linda met Xiao Menghan, Xiao MengHan's rejection and disregard made her fall madly in love with him.