Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Her eyes were red. She bit her lip flap and called her wrongly, "aunt..."

Wen Zhaoning was in a complicated mood.

She was cruel, ignored her and walked away.

In the ward.

After dinner, Joan and little glutinous rice are playing the game you draw me guess.

The little glutinous rice took a Sixiang, let Joanne guess.

Joanne rubbed her chin in distress. "Is this a dog?"

"No, no, Ma Ma, guess again."

"Pig?"

"Still wrong."

"Little sheep?"

"Ma Ma, guess again."

Joanne lost her fighting spirit and leaned against the head of the bed. "Don't guess."

Little glutinous rice put down his iPad and rubbed it against her. His two small claws held her face and coaxed her with milk, "Ma Ma, just guess again. Is that all right? "

"Not good." Joan is proud.

The watery eyes of the little glutinous rice turned, pursed his small mouth and tweeted on her face, "Ma Ma guess."

Joanne's index finger touched the other side of her face, "huh?"

"Hee hee." Little glutinous rice stretched his neck, leaned up and took a loud breath.

Joanne hugged the fragrant and soft meat ball in her arms and kissed it vigorously. "For your sake, Ma Ma, just guess again."

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knock at the door.

Joan and little glutinous rice looked at the door at the same time.

"Ma Ma, are your grandparents and aunts back?"

"It should be."

Little glutinous rice slipped out of bed neatly and ran to the door, "little glutinous rice, open the door."

He stood on tiptoe, stretched his small arm, held the door handle and twisted it.

Wen Zhaoning, standing at the door of the ward, was still making preparations, thinking about what to say when he saw Joan.

Unprepared, the ward door opened slowly in front of her.

"Eh, not grandma."

Following the sound, her eyes slowly moved down.

I saw a little girl carved with powder and jade. There was a puzzled look on the little guy's exquisite face, and two beautiful little eyebrows frowned together.

Before Wen Zhaoning could react, little glutinous rice asked, "aunt, are you looking for little glutinous rice?"

Aunt?

She's not an aunt.

This relationship suddenly became a little complicated.

Wen Zhaoning chuckled and nodded softly, "yes, I'm looking for your mother."

Little glutinous rice pushed the door with both hands and opened it completely. With a twist of his head, he rushed inside and shouted, "Ma Ma, an aunt is looking for you."

"Which aunt is it?"

Little glutinous rice covered his head and looked blankly, "little Glutinous Rice doesn't know which aunt it is."

Wen Zhaoning stepped into the ward and looked at Qiao an, who was sitting at the head of the bed and wearing a large hospital uniform.

The pale face added a morbid weakness to her amazing beauty.

"Excuse me, Miss Qiao. I'm Jingxi's aunt. "

Mu Jingxi's aunt, isn't that... The president's wife?!

Knowing her identity, Joan immediately opened the quilt and was about to get out of bed. Wen Zhaoning stepped forward and pressed her, "don't lie down and have a good rest."

"Madam, I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything. Why apologize to me?" Wen Zhaoning felt her legs heavy and looked down. Little glutinous rice had hugged her legs.

The little head was raised high, and a pair of black eyes, like colored glass, were clear and moist. "Aunt, uncle said Ma Ma can't get out of bed."

"OK, we won't let your mother get out of bed, OK?"

"Well!"