Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 1142 Honey, Could That Child Be Yours?
"Shui Shui, are you deliberately digging out these bad histories, are you jealous, or are you just trying to ridicule me?"

Xia Zhishui had a frank expression, biting the dumplings in his mouth, swallowing them after a while, and then said: "I'm jealous and sarcastic about Chen Zhima's rotten millet. I'm just talking about the facts, but I'm just a little curious. You know, When I went to the mall to buy clothes two days ago, I was shocked to see Miss Huo's family selling clothes. Unexpectedly, after you broke up your marriage, it has been four or five years, and the Huo family still doesn't recognize her. "

Nalan Rongmo's expression was very light, so light that no emotion could be seen surging.

Xia Zhishui seemed to have thought of something else, paused, and said: "Oh, when she greeted me that day, I saw a three or four-year-old girl calling her mother, the little girl was very bright and cute. Unexpectedly, she has a child, so soon."

The man's plain and unmarked face finally burst into a trace of coolness, but it was subdued in time and cleverly. Just when Xia Zhishui raised his eyes to meet his, he still had a smile on his face.

He said: "Oh, if you don't tell me, I will almost forget about it. Don't worry about other people's affairs. Eat quickly, the dumplings should be cold."

Xia Zhishui is not particularly a gossip person, but for some reason, she always wants to say a few more words about this topic today.

She put down her chopsticks, wiped the corners of her mouth, looked at the man with a gentle smile, and said half-jokingly: "Hey, my dear, I was wondering if that child would be yours, look, time counts, It's also very possible..."

The man Junru's eyebrows darkened a bit, and he directly interrupted Xia Zhishui's natural guess, "Impossible, don't think about it."

Xia Zhishui pursed her red lips and narrowed her beautiful eyes, "Are you kidding me, are you still attacking me?"

It seemed that he heard the strong grievance and small emotions in the woman's voice, and the man realized that his blunt attitude just now was a bit too much.

He raised his hand to touch the top of the woman's hair, and said, "Sorry, it's my fault. I'm a little tired and want to lie down for a while."

Xia Zhishui snorted, got up and pushed to the side of the bed, then called the bodyguards and with their help, the man lay down on the bed.

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Because she was in her menstrual period and she didn't have a good rest last night, Xia Zhishui watched the news for a while after checking the test report given by the forensic doctor.

She didn't watch the news for a long time, and when she saw the news, it was full of negative and super big news about [Night Color].

All major pages have accused [Night Color] of not even taking the bottom line of human nature and morality in order to make a profit.

This kind of conscience-stricken contraband is being peddled secretly, and I don't know how many college students who are like poor families have lost their lives in vain.

A certain person who claimed to be an executive in [Night Color] broke the news that [Night Color] was selling a list of contraband.

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In short, it is difficult not to doubt the illegal nature of [Night Color] because of the nose and eyes that are said on the Internet.

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Xia Zhishui's eyes fell on the last one about the latest consultation about [Night Color], which has been ordered by the Administration for Industry and Commerce to suspend its business and is under investigation by relevant judicial departments.

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In addition, the whole public relations is a cold-faced man named Mo Qing, about 35 years old, with a stiff and handsome face, Xia Zhishui has an impression of him, he is Mo Linfeng's right-hand man.

The news on the Internet is mixed, it is difficult to identify the cause of the matter, and the shit of a big mouse can disturb the whole catering industry.

Not to mention the famous [Night Color].

(End of this chapter)