Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

I found that Mu Jingxi, who loves Wu and Wu, clearly takes little glutinous rice as his own daughter.

Otherwise, if you cut an apple, you have to change the pattern and cut it into a little rabbit to coax her.

This is not normal.

This is definitely not the behavior of a normal uncle.

Song Yunchi's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Mu Jingxi carefully. He asked solemnly, "Jingxi, tell me the truth, are you right about little glutinous rice..."

The man's deep cold eyes glanced at him indifferently, "what?"

"Do you have special feelings for little glutinous rice?"

"What dirty thing are you thinking?" Mu Jingxi looked disgusted and wanted to blow his dog's head.

Song Yunchi knew he was wrong. He waved his hand again and again. "Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean that. I mean, do you want to be the father of little glutinous rice? "

Why, in his opinion, he now feels a little like taking small glutinous rice as his own?

Is the magic of love really so great.

Can he be tolerant enough to accept Joan's children?

Or are you ready to accept her as your own and love her as your own child?

Look at Song Yunchi's ghost like expression. There were some words that Mu Jingxi didn't intend to say now.

He, in particular, can't tell when he slipped up with Joan.

But now, he felt it necessary to make it clear, "little glutinous rice is my daughter's own."

Few people know what happened three years ago, not even song Yunchi and ye Hanchen.

No one knows except Jiang Xun and the person who investigated the matter.

One word aroused thousands of waves.

Song Yunchi even forgot to dust the cigarette ash. He didn't press out the cigarette butt until his finger was burned.

Despite his stunned eyes, he reached out and poked on his forehead, "I'm not sick. Why did I start talking nonsense?"

Pop!

His hand was mercilessly clapped open.

"You think I'm talking nonsense?"

Mu Jingxi snorted coldly, "do you think I'm talking nonsense?"

"Are you... Suffering from paranoia?"

"Get out!"

Mu sanshao was angry. With a cold and full roll, song Yunchi burst into laughter, "he was angry. Can't I stop talking? "

Forget it, don't bother to explain to him.

Mu Jingxi pressed out the cigarette butts and turned to go.

Song Yunchi stopped him. "Jingxi, what do you mean by what you just said?"

What do you mean, he is the father of little nuomi, his own.

Is xiaonuomi the child of him and Joan?

No.

Xiao nuomi is more than two years old in the s country where Qiao Xiaoan Mingming arrived today. According to this calculation, Qiao Xiaoan had to know him at least three years ago.

But the original situation of the two people was not like knowing each other at all.

Mu Jingxi stopped walking. He lightly explained, "three years ago, Joan came to s country under an alias. She and I... Were calculated. Little glutinous rice was there that night. "

Song Yunchi: "

Shit!

Why does he know this amazing secret now!

Thanks to him or the director, I really feel ashamed of this position!

"When did you know?"

Mu Jingxi looked up and looked at the blue sky, "I was curious and checked. Unexpectedly, I found that xiaonuomi is my own daughter. "

"Well, Qiao Xiaoan knows. Do you know?"

Mu Jingxi turned around and looked at him solemnly.