The chilly aura emanating from the man seemed to cool down the air in the laundry room by several degrees.

  Yi Qianfan had never seen such a man before.

  The black silk covering his face made him look mysterious and cold, his expression was solemn, and he sat elegantly in a wheelchair, although he was clearly disabled, the aura emanating from him was suffocating.

  Who is this man?

  Why did it appear here?

  Su Xiaoning, who had been pulled into Yi Qianfan's arms, took advantage of the moment when Yi Qianfan was distracted to slip out of his embrace.

  Feeling that the air around her was a bit off, Su Xiaoning furrowed her brow and subconsciously looked up towards the direction of the laundry room door.

  "Husband!"

  When her eyes met those of the man sitting in a wheelchair, Su Xiaoning's instant displeasure at being forcibly hugged by Yi Qianfan instantly dissipated.

  She pulled over a dirty bed sheet to wipe the foam off her feet, then ran barefoot all the way to Mocheng's face and asked, "How did you get here?"

  She blinked her big eyes and called out to her husband, looking really cute. Mo Chenyuan smiled faintly and pulled Su Xiaoning into his arms, "I heard from Tang Yihan that you're working again, so I came to take a look."

  Her body was held by him and sat on his lap, Su Xiaoning struggled a little awkwardly.

  After all, this is outside and not at home, and there are seniors here, she doesn't want to be laughed at.

  But the more she struggled, the tighter Mo Chen's hand grasped her slender waist.

  She was afraid that struggling too much would make others think they were not in harmony, and she was also afraid that struggling too fiercely would hurt him, so she simply let him hold her.

  Yi Qianfan stood still, his face turning pale and then red, red and then pale again.

  This man in a wheelchair... is Su Xiao Ning's husband?

  No, wasn't her husband that old and bald guy he met last time?

  At this time, Bai Guang walked up to Mo Chenyuan's side from behind, "Sir, the person will be here soon."

  "Uh-huh."

  "You go back first, Old Zhou and Wu Yan are enough here."

  Mo Chenyuan took the tissues handed over by Nonsense and gave them to Su Xiaoling, "Wipe your tears."

  The housekeeper bowed respectfully and left.

  A thousand sails in an instant, wind-blown and disheveled.

  So...

  The last person he saw was Su Xiaoning's husband's servant!?!

  "Mr. Yi, nice to finally meet you."

  The man raised his head, and his gaze seemed to pierce through the black ribbon, coldly striking Ye Qianfan's body.

  This voice is cold and arrogant...

  It's exactly the same voice as what Yiqianfan heard last time!

  He subconsciously took a step back, "You're Su Xiaoling's husband?"

  "Of course."

  The man smiled faintly and lowered his eyelids, planting a kiss on Su Xiaoning's forehead. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

  Su Xiao Ning finally came back to her senses and hurriedly got off him, opening her mouth with some embarrassment to introduce, "Senior, this is my husband, Mo Chen Yu."

  "Husband, this is my senior fellow apprentice, Yi Qianfan."

  Yi Qianfan's face turned pale white, "Mr. Mo, I've long admired your great name."

  "I didn't expect Xiang's husband to be so young."

  The jealousy and resentment in his voice made Mo Qingyu faintly raise the corner of his lips, "From Mr. Yi's tone, it seems that you are older than me."

  The man's long fingers drummed on the armrest of his wheelchair. "Mr. Yi is thirty-six this year, isn't he?"

  "I'm twenty-six years old, and I'm actually ten years younger than Mr. Yi."

  Yi Qianfan's face instantly turned into liver color!

  This man is really petty!

  He admitted that he had just said he didn't think he was so young, with a sarcastic tone, but unexpectedly, the man's words were even more unpleasant!

  Su Xiao Ning didn't smell the gunpowder between the two men at all, and shook her head solemnly, "Husband, you guessed wrong, Senior went to graduate last year, should only be a little older than you."

  Yi Qianfan's hands clenched into fists at his sides, "I'm twenty-five years old, one year younger than Mr. Mo."

  Su Xiao Ning looked embarrassed and scratched her head, "Sorry, senior."

  "I've always thought you were wise and mature, so I just casually judged your age to be a bit older."

  Mo Chen calmly opened his mouth and said, "It can also be said that Mr. Yi has a relatively older appearance?"

  Su Xiao Ning: "......"

  She finally managed to steer the conversation in a better direction, calming down the senior. But with Mo Chenyu's words, she could see Yi Qianfan's anger flare up again.

  He clenched his fists tightly with both hands.

  From school to work, Yi Qianfan has always been a young talent in the eyes of others. People who praise him are everywhere, and girls who chase after him can line up from the third floor of the hospital all the way down to the first floor.

  Is this what has become of him in the eyes of this man - "an aged appearance"?

  He bit his lip, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth. "What do I look like? Can't Mr. Mo see that? Why say such things?"

  Mo Chenyuan smiled faintly and grasped Su Xiaoning's hand, "I really can't see it."

  "You!"

  "Senior."

  Su Xiao Ning hastily lowered her voice and shook her head at Yi Qian Fan, "Senior...my husband has a problem with his eyes...he can't see."

  Yi Qianfan was taken aback for a moment.

  It wasn't until after a while that he suddenly realized.

  It turns out that this one is invisible.

  No wonder he's sitting in a wheelchair, no wonder his eyes are covered with black cloth, what's so mysterious about it?

  It turned out to be just a blind man after all.

  But it's also true that a man with such a refined appearance, elegant demeanor and wealth would not have married Su Xiaoqing if he didn't have any physical defects.

  What's the use of having money?

  What's the use of being handsome?

  Isn't he still sitting in his wheelchair and can't see anything?

  Yi Qianfan's lips curled up with a hint of pride, "Was Mr. Mo born blind or was it acquired later in life?"

  Mo Chen leaned quietly in his wheelchair, his fingers slowly playing with Su Xiao Ning's pale and delicate small hand. "At the age of thirteen, I encountered a fire and injured my retina."

  Yi Qianfan was even more pleased, "It's not easy to cure once the retina is damaged."

  "Mr. Mo is really pitiful, he can't see this big and beautiful world, nor can he see his lovely wife."

  His tone of seven parts satisfaction and three parts mockery made Su Xiaoling frown heavily, "Senior!"

  In my impression, the senior doctor is a gentle and considerate person who never discusses the patient's condition in front of them because he says it will hurt their fragile psychology.

  But why did he say this in front of Mo Chen?

  Su Xiaoning spoke up, and Yi Qianfan suddenly realized that he seemed to have misspoken.

  He coughed lightly and said, "Sorry, I'm just a little sentimental."

  "I really can't see anything."

  Mo Chen's lips slightly curled up as he pulled Su Xiao Ning into his arms.

  "Although I couldn't see Xiao Ning's face."

  He directly placed his long and slender hands on Su Xiao Ning's face, gently stroking it, "However, I can feel it."

  Yi Qianfan gritted his teeth tightly.

  Some things can only be understood between men.

  Mo Chenyuan was mocking him, and Su Xiaoning could only look but not touch!

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