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Mu Mingsheng thinks he is dreaming.

His chest seemed to be pressed by a huge millstone, and he couldn't breathe a sigh of relief for several days. Now he finally saw the real man standing in front of him. His old hand reached out to touch it, but his finger was shaking badly.

Lanxi grasped his hand and tried to smile. His eyes twinkled: "Dad, I told you that I would be back soon. There was just something wrong with my brother's friend who made some misunderstanding with me before leaving you without saying goodbye Dad, I'm wrong. I should have contacted you earlier so that you don't worry about it. "

Listening to her explanation, the light in Mu Mingsheng's eyes changed slowly and violently from shock to inconceivable. Then he suddenly brushed her hand away. The strength was so strong that Lanxi was surprised. Her delicate figure retreated a few steps and was held by mu Yanchen who came up.

The latter also raised his eyes and looked at Mu Mingsheng with an unknown meaning.

The old man's hand raised and trembled violently. Mu Mingsheng's eyes were red. He pointed to her and said, "you stay away from me How did I teach you How did I teach you when you were so old Do you know I haven't heard from you, even this roof is about to be overturned I called the police I almost had people dig in the city and they'd have to find you out of it! "

He swayed violently and nearly fell over. The servants around him changed their faces and cried out "sir!" Run up and help him.

Mu Mingsheng steadies his body, and tears are forced out of his old eyes by the agony of his heart, which twinkles violently!

"You are really disobedient You are so disobedient You want to kill me... " He whispered to himself and bent down, as if he could not bear the blow. He was going to be crushed by the weight of fate, and the hearts of the people around him trembled.

Lan Xi's nose attacked with a sharp sour, pushed mu Yanchen forward, stubbornly helped his arm to hold him up, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry Sorry, Dad, I'm wrong. You can beat me and scold me. Don't be angry with yourself. I was wrong. I will never do this again... "

Mu Mingsheng did not want to see her, but the muddy and dignified tears fell down the corner of his eyes. He felt the roughness on the back of his hand. He looked down and saw the thick gauze wrapped around his daughter's hand, which was dazzling white.

His turbid eyes were startled and looked slowly into his daughter's eyes, as if to ask for an explanation from her.

But before the explanation arrived, a series of firm footfalls came from the upstairs. Sister Zhang accompanied Mo Ruqing down. The light in the whole hall was bright, reflecting her face was cold and gorgeous.

Seeing her son, Mo Ruqing looks complicated, but her head is still high, and her eyes fall on Lanxi.

"Back?" She asked faintly.

Lan Xi took a look at her and didn't want to pay attention to her. She took back her eyes and said to Mu Mingsheng, "my hand is just a little hurt. It's not in my way. I'm afraid of infection because of the medicine. Dad, I'll help you in."

Mu Mingsheng shook her other hand and refused to give it away. He rubbed her hoarse voice and said, "you really think I don't know anything, do you? Who did you learn from? Just report good news but not bad news If you don't say anything, I'll find out what the kidnapper came from and what he did to you You wait, I won't let him go... "

He stubbornly grabbed his daughter's hand and walked in. In a twinkling of an eye, he saw mu Yanchen standing beside him.

He was drooping his eyes and saying something to uncle Liu. When the light came, his delicate eyebrows were very charming and free. Except that he looked like his mother under his nose, his eyebrows and eyes were the same as when he was young.

This is my own son.

Mu Mingsheng's heart is surging. He clenches her daughter's hand and says in a voice, "Yan Chen, you also come to sit."

Mu Yanchen stood with his back to him. Hearing the voice, he suddenly became stiff. His eyes were deep. He nodded and said "good." then he walked over. The servants at the door scattered and went to prepare the room and lunch.

Mo Ruqing walked down and looked coldly at the nearly intimate father and children. She couldn't get into the harmonious atmosphere for a moment. She felt like an outsider as she walked along.

But what kind of family is that? Now, Mu Mingsheng, who feels happy and satisfied in his heart, probably does not know what kind of treacherous activities he is doing with his precious pair of children.

"You have a beautiful black windbreaker. You brought it back from abroad?" Mo Ruqing looked at the dress of Lan Xi, sat down and asked in a soft voice.

Lan Xi is stiff.

With her long eyelashes drooping down, she looked at her dress. The black windbreaker did not tie the waist, but only had a tight design at the hem and cuffs. It was originally a coat for the hotel to stay out of the cold, and there was a price tag. She brought it back with her, just covering the slightly protruding abdominal curve, and nothing could be seen.

"Yes." She replied simply, in a calm voice.

Mo Ruqing eyebrows jump! I didn't expect that her attitude was so straightforward. Just as Zhang zhangkou was about to say something, he was interrupted by Mu Mingsheng: "Ruqing, are you going to take that matter out again? Where on earth did you hear the news? Which servant in the ancestral house chewed your tongue and said that the baby born by ranyue was not mine? The children are here today, you may as well explain it to me! I'd like to see who is so sure that even if I'm estranged from my daughter's relatives, I dare to talk nonsense! "With her daughter around, Mu Mingsheng seems to have a solid foundation, even his eyes are cold.

Mo Ruqing looked at him with a trace of hurt and said, "Mingsheng, I didn't mean to chew my tongue and root when you were worried about your daughter. I was just afraid that one day things could not be concealed. You could not bear it if they came to tell you the truth! In addition to these, they have things to hide from you, let you listen to the absolute thunderbolt! "

"Tell me about it, then!" Mu Mingsheng pokes his crutches into the sky, and his temper is aroused.

Lanxi is sitting next to Mu Mingsheng, and the low pressure is about to force her to flee.

For more than 20 years, if she did not leave home, she would not know how much her father loved her. If she did not get hurt, she would never know how warm the home was. Now she sat behind him and clearly felt her father's heart of "protecting the calf". However, she felt guilty that she should not bear such family affection. She was afraid that her father's determination would be defeated.

Her face turned white and her figure shook.

Mu Yanchen, who was sitting on the sofa beside her, suddenly changed her face. Despite the two people still arguing, he got up and quickly walked to Lan Xi. He squatted down, clenched her hand and looked at her carefully. He said in a low voice: "dizzy?"

Lan Xi came back from that dizziness and supported her forehead. Her lips were white.

Mu Yanchen looked more serious and clenched her hand: "it's my fault. You didn't eat much breakfast. I should let you come back after eating. You should sit here and stay still, Zhang Ma --"

"ah," Sister Zhang quickly answered, "I have prepared young master! When you come in the morning, I'll stew the porridge of jujube and barley. I'll take it now

Seeing Zhang's sister-in-law hurry into the kitchen, Mu Mingsheng's eyes also have some doubts.

Mo Ruqing closed her mouth. Although she was angry in her heart, she looked a little contemptuous. She sat still to see how they continued.

"Are you hiding something from me?" Looking at his daughter's expression, Mu Mingsheng asked in a slow voice.

When the porridge came out, Mrs. Zhang shook her hands and didn't speak. She just went to the side and handed over the bowl.

Mu Yanchen thin lips slightly open, just want to say something, he saw Lan Xi's face turned white, and took his hand, trembling voice said to his father: "Dad, I..."

"I'm pregnant," she said in a hoarse voice

It was like a thunder blast in Mu Mingsheng's mind. He could hardly believe his ears. He looked at her body and her face: "you are When was this? Whose child are you carrying? "

The four words come out of Mu Mingsheng's mind. All he can think of are some extremely bad possibilities. His only thought is whether his daughter has been bullied or a man she refuses to say or bring to them.

Lan Xi was speechless, far from thinking of this sentence, how to explain the next sentence.

Mu Yanchen looked at her, as if he could understand her mood. His cold eyes drooped, took her hand and lifted her from the sofa. He said, "I'll talk about it later. She's very low in blood sugar now. I'll wait for her to get better."

Then she told Mrs. Zhang, "bring the porridge."

Then he walked up the stairs with great strides.

Leave Mu Mingsheng gaping!

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