Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Little glutinous rice looked blankly and innocent.

Mu Jingxi couldn't help laughing, "do you want to know?"

"Yes." A very honest nod.

"It means dad loves you."

Joan stared at Jingxi angrily, "you give me enough."

Bullying your baby daughter again?

What about the agreed baby?

What about the liver?

Will your conscience hurt if you bully little glutinous rice like this?

Back to the official residence, Joan sat on the sofa and said that her legs were sour. Without saying anything, Mu Jingxi immediately put her calf on her leg and rubbed her calf.

Joanne sighed comfortably. "If only it could be like this every day."

"... as long as you are willing to give up your job."

Joanne glanced at him secretly. "When I didn't say it."

"Ma Ma." Little glutinous rice ran back from the outside, followed by the little maid and shouted anxiously, "young lady, slow down and be careful not to fall."

"Ma Ma, an aunt is looking for you!"

"Which aunt?"

Little glutinous rice dada ran to her and supported her legs. "Little Glutinous Rice doesn't know."

"You don't know?"

"Well."

The little maid came up panting, "Mrs. Shao, is a person who calls herself Miss Han. I want to see you."

Miss Han?

Which Miss Han?

On second thought, she suddenly understood. Her face suddenly sank down, "Han Xintong?"

"It seems to be called that name."

"What's the matter?" Aware that she was wrong, Mujing asked Xiguan.

This Han Xintong is the last person who sent her a package?

He still doesn't know what the diary says.

"Husband, take little glutinous rice to the piano room to practice."

Joan bent her lips and smiled, obviously trying to separate him from little glutinous rice.

Mu Jingxi pursed his lips. Qiao'an couldn't help but put the sales of small glutinous rice into his hands and urged: "go, go."

Holding the little glutinous rice out, Mu Jingxi looked back uneasily and told her, "call me whenever you have something."

"It'll be fine. Don't worry."

Seeing Mu Jingxi and little glutinous rice leave, she smiled and said to the little maid, "let her find me in the small reception room."

"Yes, madam."

Joanne moved to the small reception room. She told the servants to guard outside the reception room. They were not allowed to come in without being told.

Servants should be respectful.

Soon, footsteps came from far to near.

The servant opened the door. "Young lady, Miss Han is coming."

The woman standing at the door was as old as Joanne, but she looked very haggard and old.

Completely plain, without any cosmetics, rough skin, dark eyes, simple clothes, cotton clothes have been washed white, but very clean.

At the first sight of Han Xintong, Joan felt guilty for her malicious speculation.

There was no malice in her eyes.

She searched carefully in her mind. Han Xintong in her memory matched the haggard man in front of her, who was older than the actual grade.

"Han Xintong?" She asked tentatively.

Han Xintong was very surprised. She nodded in fear, "Joan, you are still as beautiful as ever. I dare not get close to you."

She stood at the door, afraid to step into the small reception room.

Joanne raised her hand and motioned the servant to step down first.

"Come on in. Let's sit down and talk."

With her permission, Han Xintong carefully stepped into the small reception room.