Mr.President: tease me!

She can't forgive the old woman for what she did to her family.

I'll never forget it.

Her father's death is a barrier between them, which can't be passed all his life.

Mu Xizhi put the little man on the sofa and sat down.

He got up, went to Chi Yian, grabbed her soft boneless hand and pressed it on his heart.

Deep eyes, hanging down, looking at Chi Yian.

The man said in a dumb voice, "Ann, don't say that. Give me a chance to make up for you, okay? I missed you for five years. I don't want to live without you before. My heart is very tired."

Mu Xizhi whispered that he was really fucking sad in those five years.

Reaching out to help her tidy up the messy hair around her ears, she turned her head to avoid it.

Stiff in the air, Mu Xizhi pulled Chi Yian's hand and held her in his arms.

Hold tight.

"Ann... Let me hold her for a while." Mu Xizhi buried his head in Chi Yian's neck and smelled her hair.

As if at this moment, the man's floating heart immediately settled down.

Like a small fish leaving the water, without oxygen, it fell into the sea in an instant.

Then my heart is at ease.

Chi Yian didn't move and let the man hold it like this.

Hold it all the time.

The little boy sitting on the sofa blinked his big black eyes at the two people hugging in front of him.

Grin.

Just keep watching.

It's embarrassing for Chi Yian to see his son smile.

It's like she's sitting on something inappropriate for children.

"Knock..."

A discordant knock on the door sounded.

Chi Yi'an pushed Mu away from the man holding her and sorted her neckline and hair.

"Enter."

The door opened with a squeak.

The man who came in changed Mu Xizhi's face, not others.

It's Qin Zimo.

The little boy's father.

The little man sitting on the sofa was very excited when he saw someone coming. He jumped off the sofa and ran over.

Holding Qin Zimo's thigh, he cried happily, "father Qin, I miss you so much. My heart is all about you. Does Father Qin reward me? Yimu is very good today."

That's father Qin, father Qin.

It's like a sharp knife stabbing Mu Xizhi's heart.

The pain of tearing the heart and cracking the lungs.

It's like suffocation.

"Dad also wants the baby very much. Come on, Dad, kiss it as a reward, okay?"

Qin Zimo picked up Yimu and gave him a slap on his chubby little face.

He was not surprised to see Mu Xizhi.

As if he knew he would come to her.

However, his face was very ugly.

I guess I was angry.

I'm so angry.

His own son is called uncle and father. He should be very angry.

Who told him that he suffered for himself.

He deserved his own son not to call him.

The diaphragm should kill him.

On this thought, Qin Zimo was in a much better mood, holding Chi Yimu nagging and coaxing.

Chi Yi'an saw Mu Xizhi's face was terrible, his hands clenched into fists, and his green tendons burst fiercely.

His cold eyes stared at Qin Zimo.

Why is it Qin Zimo's son.

Why is it his.

It is reasonable to say that Qin Zimo is younger than him. Does the child call him uncle?

But... The Mu family will not tolerate this illegitimate son.

He doesn't want to know anything about it with him.

"Zi Mo, you're here. Is it really good for Yimu to act like a spoiled child to father Qin? Mother will be jealous."

Chi Yi'an smiled softly and came forward to take chi Yi Mu back.

But Chi Yimu wanted to stick to Qin Zimo, and a pair of small short hands circled Qin Zimo's neck.

A few saliva marks on his face.

He smiled and said to Qin Zimo, "father Qin, why don't we go out to play? Mom and uncle have something to say."

Qin Zimo just glanced at Mu Xizhi from the moment he came in.

Looking at some stiff atmosphere, Qin Zimo still listened to Chi Yimu's words.

After all... Call him Dad.

Called the so-called biological father uncle.

"Then Dad will take you out for a while, baby." Qin Zimo also deliberately removed the Qin character.

Deliberately raise your voice.

Chi Yian doesn't know this big and small 99.

But she just doesn't want to expose it.

Let Mu Xizhi misunderstand all the time.

Save the old woman from bothering her again.

If you think about it, you can't wait to kill that old woman.

After they went out, Qin Zimo didn't close the door.

Mu Xizhi's whole body was on fire at this moment, and he was on fire all the time.

The picture of the family of three just now accurately stimulated him.

He really wanted to punch the man down with one punch.

Turn around and push Chi Yian onto the sofa.

The man immediately covered it and asked coldly, "why is your son called Chi Yimu."

Chi Yi'an's delicate face didn't even fade away, but it was a lot less. "My son and my last name are very strange?"

Mu Xizhi thought that the little boy's surname was Chi Buqin, and his surname was Chi Yian.

Is the child adopted, or is it not Qin Zimo.

But he looks like Qin Zimo.

But I don't have his last name.

"An an." he whispered her name. That night, from the first sight, he tried to restrain and suppress his voice, "can you tell me why your son's last name is Chi?"

Chi Yi'an drooped her eyes, and the smile on her lips was very light and careless, "what do you want to know?"

She seemed to think of something, laughing like a silver bell, "do... Do you think he was the child in those years? Didn't you kill the child yourself? It turned into a pool of blood..."

Yes, he pushed her himself.

Um.

Mu Xizhi pressed his soft body, and his heart was gripped by one hand.

It's tearing pain. A heart seems to be fried and roasted on the fire. It's extremely uncomfortable.

The pain is extreme.

"Ann..." the man's voice was tense and hoarse.

She smiled coldly and narrowed her eyes: "Mu Xizhi... Let's go. I think we'd better not meet in the future."

The man's handsome face is quiet, and his low voice will break at any time, "Ann... What I want to ask is do you love him?"

He means Qin Zimo.

"Is it important to love or not?" Chi Yian asked.

There was a smile on her face, if any.

Five years ago, she thought she was his, or she wouldn't have given birth to his child.

Or, five years ago, he loved her, she knew, and never doubted.

"I don't know if I love him..." there was a faint smile on her face. "In fact, it doesn't matter."

Mu Xizhi's restrained heart was severely provoked, and then the severe pain cut his nerve, "Ann... You love him, can you give me a chance, please."

He knew that he was now humbly trying to get a little love from her.

But he just doesn't want to let go.