Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

The guard took little glutinous rice by the hand and took him into the ward.

Little glutinous rice is dressed in lemon yellow jumpsuit, like a fresh lemon with water droplets, fresh and beautiful.

"San Shao, Miss Qiao, the little miss has brought it."

The guard released xiaonuomi's hand. Xiaonuomi turned his head and said to the guard with a smile, "thank you, uncle ~"

"You're welcome, young lady."

Mujingxi took the little glutinous rice in one hand and nodded to the guard, "it's hard."

When the guard withdrew from the ward, little glutinous rice dragged Mu Jingxi's hand and took him to the side of the bed. His small head tilted back and his eyes twinkled at Joan, "Ma Ma, do you want little glutinous rice?"

This time, the little guy rarely didn't take the initiative to climb into bed and arch into her arms to kiss and hug.

But asked her with a little pride if she missed her.

Joanne held out her hand. "Come on, hug."

Just as her hand was about to touch her small body, little glutinous rice proudly avoided and shrank beside mujingxi. Holding his big hand seemed to have a backer.

Pouting his small mouth, he asked angrily, "Ma Ma, you haven't said whether you want small glutinous rice."

The little guy is still angry that Joan won't let her come to the hospital to see her.

"Dear baby, I miss you so much. Come on, let Ma Ma kiss. "

Joanne stretched out her hand and kept urging. Little glutinous rice finally moved and rolled into her arms with a smile.

"Baji!" Joanne gave her a loud kiss on her soft face.

The white and tender steamed stuffed bun face of little glutinous rice trembled with kisses. She smiled and kissed back.

The mother and daughter hugged each other and were bored.

Mu Jingxi sat by the bed, raised his hand and rubbed the head of little glutinous rice. "Little glutinous rice is with Ma Ma. Uncle will wash fruit for you."

"OK."

As soon as mujingxi left, qiao'an held the face of little glutinous rice in both hands and fixed her head, "well, Qiao xiaonuo, I have a big thing to tell you next."

The little glutinous rice was stunned. Her small mouth was squeezed by her and duked, "Ma Ma, what's the matter?"

"About you."

Little glutinous rice stared at his watery eyes.

Joanne glanced at the direction of the ward door and asked her, "do you... Like Uncle mu?"

Little glutinous rice didn't think about it. He smiled and said, "I like it!"

"Then..."

Joanne glanced around, her heart sank, and asked directly, "do you want uncle Mu to be your father?"

Time, as if still.

Little glutinous rice looked at her with dark eyes.

Joanne also opened her beautiful eyes and looked at her.

The mother and daughter stared so big and small. After a while, a white and tender claw lifted it up and explored the temperature of her forehead.

Accompanied by the small milk sound of small glutinous rice, he cares: "Ma Ma, are you sick?"

"Ma Ma is not ill."

"But the little glutinous rice already has Baba."

Joanne: "

This sentence is really justified and hard to refute.

"Cough." Qiao'an cleared his throat. "Ma Ma means that you admire your uncle. In fact... You are your biological father. In other words, your Baba is not related to you by blood, but Uncle Mu is related to you by blood. Just like you are related to Ma Ma. "

When little glutinous rice heard this, he blinked blankly at first. At last, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The little mouth pouted high and his face was unhappy, "numb, take it back."