After the divorce, the group pet mommy has a baby with three treasures

Chapter 103 You Zhan Family Wants Children Crazy

The expression on Zhao Yuemei's face was dubious, mainly because the relationship between Yang Jing and Zhan Sichen was too indifferent, and it didn't look like they had any relationship.

She pursed her lips, and a trace of suspicion flashed in her eyes, "Really? You didn't lie to me? Then explain, what is your relationship with my son?"

When Yang Jing heard this, her eyes widened immediately, and she looked at her speechlessly.

It's just that when she thinks that Zhao Yuemei and Zhan Sichen are involved in a relationship, she feels a block in her heart.

As if being humiliated, a trace of disgust flashed across his face, "Of course it has nothing to do with it!"

Zhao Yuemei was a little irritated when she saw her attitude.

Her son is so outstanding, how can she bear it, others despise him in every possible way.

She snorted coldly and stared at Yang Jing, "I don't believe it! If it doesn't matter, how could the child look so similar to my son?"

Hearing Zhao Yuemei say that the child looks like him all the time, even Zhan Sichen, who had no interest at all, frowned.

Zhao Yuemei took out her mobile phone, found the photo she secretly took again, and zoomed it in for Zhan Sichen to see, "Sichen, mom didn't lie to you, look at this child, does he look exactly like you when you were a child?"

Zhan Sichen's eyes finally fell on the phone this time.

With just one glance, his complexion changed, his eyes instantly darkened, filled with countless emotions, and even the ends of his eyes were stained with a thin blush.

He looked at it for a while, then suddenly gave a low laugh, his voice was hoarse and magnetic, "Where is the child? This child belongs to me and Nian Nian, right?"

Yang Jing didn't expect that Zhao Yuemei would secretly take a photo of Xiao Chen, and her complexion instantly became ugly.

If she had known that she would meet Zhao Yuemei at the restaurant she chose temporarily yesterday, she would definitely not have chosen that restaurant.

I just thought that Xiaochen was too lonely at home, so I wanted to take him out to play, but I didn't expect to cause trouble for Gu Yunnian.

Now that Zhan Sichen found out, she can only insist that the child is hers.

She took a deep breath, looked at the man calmly, and sneered unnaturally with a sullen face.

"You're thinking beautifully. You were so merciless when you divorced Xiao Ba, did you think she would still be willing to give birth to you?"

Probably feeling that the words were not strong enough, Yang Jing added slowly, "I know you want to use this child's pretext to get close to Xiaoba. But Zhan Sichen, I regret to tell you that your plan It’s about to fail, because the child is indeed my own!”

Hearing this, Zhan Sichen laughed suddenly, the laughter trembled in his chest, but his face was indifferent.

As if he had caught something, he pursed his lips, his cold and stern gaze passed over Yang Jing's body inch by inch, but his voice was somewhat meaningful.

"Oh? Then, Miss Yang, please explain why the child looks so similar to me. I don't remember any close relationship between me and Miss Yang."

Yang Jing's face turned green, "Zhan Sichen, do you want to be ashamed? Who said that the child resembles you? I think your Zhan family really wants the child crazy? See whose child is yours, so think so If you want a child, you go find someone else to live with, what is the point of robbing me?"

After being reprimanded by pointing his nose, Zhan Sichen didn't show any sign of anger. He stood up, straightened his neckline lightly, and slowly smiled a weird and horrifying smile.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I will ask Gu Yunnian in person. I think she will give me a reasonable explanation."

Yang Jing's heart skipped a beat, but she couldn't say a reason to stop the male lead from looking for the female lead, so she could only stare at him angrily, "If you go and look for it again, the fact that the child is mine won't change it. .”

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(End of this chapter)