Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Little glutinous rice looked at him for a long time before he sighed.

This sigh frightened Mu Jingxi.

He hurriedly held the face of little glutinous rice and asked anxiously, "what's the matter, little glutinous rice? Well, why sigh? "

The little glutinous rice has a ruddy mouth and a beep, "uncle, you can't talk like this."

"Sorry." Realizing that his hand was stronger, he immediately released his hand and picked up her exquisite little chin with his fingertips, "tell Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

The beautiful little eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together. The watery eyes of the little glutinous rice looked at him, "it's numb."

"Huh?"

"Ma Ma asked little glutinous rice to ask Uncle, can a person have two Babas?"

Mu Jingxi was stiff and shocked.

What's the meaning of this?

Joe... Is she going to tell the truth to little glutinous rice?

Mujingxi, shocked by his speculation, couldn't find language for a long time.

Before he answered, the little glutinous rice pursed his small mouth and said to himself, "Ma Ma is so stupid. How can a person have two Babas... Ma Ma has one Baba, and the little glutinous rice has only one Baba."

Mujingxi, who had come back to God, heard his daughter's words before he could be happy. In an instant, he pricked his heart.

He gently rubbed her chin with his fingers. "Little glutinous rice, one can have two dads."

"Why?" Little glutinous rice puffed his cheeks and was puzzled.

"Because..." at the tip of his tongue, he swallowed again.

Forget it, now explaining to her whether she is born or not will only make her more and more confused.

Once these words start, there is no turning back.

If Joan hasn't decided whether to tell xiaonuomi, doesn't he want to make her angry?

"Because of what?" Little glutinous rice stretched out his index finger and poked his handsome face, "uncle, you talk."

"Forget it, let you tell you."

"But Ma Ma asked little glutinous rice to ask his uncle."

Little glutinous rice felt perfunctory. Both of them were kicking the ball. She collapsed and covered her head, "ah, little glutinous rice is going crazy."

Her lovely reaction amused Mu Jingxi and simply took her back to the ward.

In such a big ward, Joan is painting.

The drawing board was supported in front of the French window. She was painting the scenery outside the window.

Little glutinous rice struggled to get down from Mu Jingxi's arms and ran to her with short legs.

"Ma Ma, little glutinous rice is back!"

"Are you clear?"

Joanne didn't look back, and the brush rendered in the sky.

Little glutinous rice stood beside her, drooping his small head, some pitiful. His small claws grabbed her sleeve, tooted his small mouth, turned his head and looked at Mu Jingxi, and then looked at Joan, who was busy painting. "Little glutinous rice asked clearly."

"What's the answer?"

"Uncle said, a person can have two Baba." Little glutinous rice suddenly raised his head and stamped his feet with some complaint: "but my uncle didn't tell little glutinous rice why a person can have two Babas."

Hearing the speech, Joan stopped her brush. She put down the palette and looked down at the little glutinous rice.

Little glutinous rice's eyes flickered and looked at her, "Ma Ma, can you tell little glutinous rice why?"

Joan wanted to stop talking. Yu Guang saw the tall figure and stood in place all the time.

Don't move.

Mujingxi's heart is beating wildly, with unprecedented tension.