Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

The soft waxy voice, the delicate little face stretched tightly, and the little claw patted on the small chest very seriously.

Seems to be soothing his frightened little heart.

Looking at this scene, Mu Jingxi's gloomy face changed slightly.

The watery eyes of little glutinous rice looked at him. It was this strange corn!

It was the strange corn that took Ma Ma away last time.

It's also this strange corn. I ate the sweet cone Ma Ma bought for her.

(╯ ^) hum!

How angry!

Mu Jingxi's thin lips closed tightly and her deep and cold eyes looked at her. Was she not afraid?

Turn around and leave the ward.

Little glutinous rice stretched out his paws and wanted to catch him. However, he had gone far.

The little guy pitifully lowered his head, looked at his hungry belly and pursed: "hungry..."

Mujingxi informed the doctor. The doctor came to the ward to examine her.

"San Shao, this child is really healthy. There is no soft tissue contusion at all. Don't worry."

After the examination, the doctor said solemnly.

Who is this child?

The identity that can make San Shao so worried must not be underestimated.

"Well, you go out."

With permission, the doctors immediately withdrew from the ward.

In such a large ward, only small glutinous rice and mujingxi are left.

They stared at each other. Finally, in a burst of awkward grunts, little glutinous rice took the lead in losing the battle.

She hung her little head and felt her stomach with her little claws. "Fool, don't cry."

Lost momentum.

It's not cool at all!

"Hungry?" Mu Jingxi's voice was low and serious.

The little glutinous rice whizzed up his head and asked, "uncle, I'm hungry."

If the child were not the daughter of Joan and other men, he would like it very much.

Beautiful and delicate little girl, who doesn't like it?

It's just... Mu Jingxi feels bad at the thought that she is Joan's daughter.

To the little guy's clear black and white eyes, Mu Jingxi frowned, "what do you want to eat?"

"Can I eat anything, uncle?"

"You say."

Little glutinous rice broke his fingers excitedly and counted everything: "roast chicken, chicken wings, marshmallows, sugar heart eggs, egg tarts and milkshakes..."

Mu Jingxi held his forehead with one hand. "I'll have someone send you porridge."

"Porridge?" The little glutinous rice tooted his small mouth, which was powdered and moist, and looked very reluctantly, "well, porridge is OK."

Jiang Xun was told. Just as Mu Jingxi was about to return to the ward, his mobile phone rang.

Song Yunchi's call.

He closed his thin lips and picked it up. "What's up?"

The tone is very cold.

Song Yunchi didn't know where he provoked him again. The business was important, so he didn't care with him, "Jingxi, where are you?"

"What's up?" The cold voice was full of impatience.

"Well, I have something to do with Qiao Xiaoan. Where is she?"

"Ask her yourself!"

With a vicious voice, he hung up the phone.

Song Yunchi must have known that Joan had a daughter and refused to tell him.

Oh, this is the so-called laughter.

Mu Jingxi really wanted to go to the CIA and beat him up if the situation didn't allow him now!

"Uncle ~"

In the ward, there was a cry of milk and milk from the little guy.

Spit out a long turbid air, mujingxi put away his mobile phone, pushed the door and entered: "coming."

Sitting by the bed, Mu Jingxi looked at the little glutinous rice with deep eyes.