Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

He said to Joanne with great momentum, "Dad is back!"

"Huh?" Joanne raised her eyebrows slightly. "So what?"

Little glutinous rice clenched his fist and angry face, "little glutinous rice wants to tell Dad that you bully little glutinous rice!"

"Willing to gamble and admit defeat, put your face out, and there's a bastard who didn't draw."

"Yingying..." little glutinous rice twisted and opened his arms to Mu Jingxi, "Dad, hug!"

The appearance of finding a backer really made Mu Jingxi laugh. He stepped forward and bent over to hold Xiangxiang's soft baby daughter in his arms, "what's the matter? Was he bullied by Ma Ma?"

"Well!" Little glutinous rice tearfully pointed to his face, "Dad, look, it's painted by Ma Ma!"

Mu Jingxi raised his eyes and glanced at qiao'an. His thin lips were filled with a repressive smile, "well, it's very beautiful."

As soon as Joanne heard it, she was happy, "isn't it? I think so! "

"Dad!" The little glutinous rice puffed his cheeks to protest, and his little claws rubbed his face and rubbed it hard.

Want to rub off the little bastard.

Joanne got up, ruthlessly took away her little claws and said with a smile, "what are you doing, don't you like it? Isn't this different from the bastard you carved on your Baba desk? "

As soon as little glutinous rice heard it, he was wronged.

The little claw pushed Joan away with slight force. When she made room, she plunged into Mu Jingxi's arms.

"Dad, help!"

Mu Jingxi held her, turned his back to Joan, patted her baby daughter on the back with one hand, and coaxed softly, "well, don't cry. Dad won't let Ma Ma draw again. Darling, don't cry. "

They were so close that Joan smelled a bloody smell from him.

Light, not strong.

But after careful sniffing, you can still smell it.

Her face sank slightly. Where did he go just now?

Instead of asking on the spot, when he coaxed the little glutinous rice, Joan dragged him out of the ward, came downstairs, looked up and asked him, "where did you go just now?"

"What's the matter?"

"You smell of blood."

Mu Jingxi holds his forehead with one hand. He's really a dog's nose.

When Mingming comes back, he has changed his clothes. Rao is so, she can still smell it.

"Nothing."

"Cheat!" Qiao an loosened him, stepped back two steps, and hugged his arms coldly, "mujingxi, do you think I'm little glutinous rice, so easy to be cheated by you?"

"Joe, I..."

"Tell the truth, or don't talk."

After a moment of silence, Mu Jingxi stretched out his long arm and took her into his arms, "I'm going to find Li Qinghuan."

In a word, smart as Joanne, she knew what had happened.

He went to find Li Qinghuan, who smelled of blood, which proved that Li Qinghuan must have been hurt.

His motive was nothing more than to force Li Qinghuan to hand over the antidote.

"Joe, I won't tell you a lot. I don't want you to know those dark things. "

Lying in his arms, listening to the strong heartbeat under his chest, Joan gradually quieted down.

Holding his shirt on his chest in one hand, his voice was a little stuffy, "I know."

"I'll tell you whatever I can tell you. I won't hide it. I hope you can understand the rest. "

"Well, I'm not angry with you. Why is my tone so serious?"

Joanne hit him, stood on tiptoe, raised her head and tweeted on his curved chin.