One Child Two Treasures The Billionaire Chief is Good Wife

Cloud poetry whispered in his ear: "I'm sorry, you you..."

Youyou opens his mouth and stops talking. He really wants to ask, does daddy really want him? Don't really like him, so leave him out regardless?

Does he really like those adults say, "there is a father, there is no father recognition"?

However, when the words reached the throat, they swallowed again.

Youyou holds the delicate fingers of Yunshi poem in his back hand, raises his small face, looks out the window at the night sky, and whispers: "Mommy, even if it's youyou's father, don't you, but youyou and Mommy! You love Mommy, Mommy don't be sad! It's all daddy who makes Mommy sad. You want to protect Mommy when you grow up! "

Cloud poetry lifted his eyes, followed his eyes, sighed and held him closer.

"You are so lovely..."

Mu house.

In the living room, Mu Yichen sat on the sofa and suddenly felt a strange pain in his heart.

He frowned slightly, his little hand gently caressed his heart, and his palm was pasted on it, where he jumped very fast.

My heart is choking with pain.

The servant was cleaning up the toys for him. Seeing that he was covering his chest with pain, he squatted in front of him nervously: "what's the matter with you, young master?"

"My heart Pain. " Mu Yichen was sweating hard. "It's like being stabbed with a needle, and it's hard..."

"Or as before?" The servant was at a loss for a moment.

The young master is always like this. He often has palpitations and heartache. However, he has been sent to the hospital several times without finding out the cause of the disease. He is in good health.

Even the authoritative experts couldn't understand what was going on for a while.

Mu Yichen curls up in the sofa, takes a long breath of cold air, his eyes are clear and cold.

"What's the matter?"

Mu Sheng slowly leaned on his cane and stepped down the escalator. Although the old man is old, he still looks at the spirit. It's not hard to see between his eyebrows and eyes that he was also a romantic figure when he was young.

"Grandpa..." Mu Yichen looks at him and calls with a low brow.

In the Mu family, no one can shake Mu Sheng's position. He has played with the dignitaries all his life. He can't say anything different. Therefore, with only one look, people will be awed.

Therefore, any dandy is like admiring Yichen, and he is very afraid of admiring the old man.

However, Mu Sheng hurt the little guy into his bones.

Mu Yazhe is his most beloved grandchild, and Mu Yichen's blood is flowing in his body, so he naturally loves her.

Seeing his beloved grandson's old illness again, Mu Sheng's face changed. He asked: "is your body sick again? Does it hurt again? "

The old man looks caring, but mu Yichen avoids without trace. Obviously, he is very afraid of him. He was afraid of Mu Sheng's serious face, so he didn't like to be close to him. "Nothing!"

"Nonsense! Look at you, cold sweat is hurting! " Mu Sheng was in great pain.

"Grandpa, I I went up to read! " Mu Yichen jumps down from the sofa and runs upstairs.

Mu Sheng looked at his back and sighed slowly.

The night was deep.

The black Bugatti is speeding on the road. Neon light falls on the streamlined car body. The tunnel light and shadow are bright and dark. Mu Yazhe controls the steering wheel. His deep eyes are stained with a kind of cold and gloomy atmosphere. The cold moonlight makes a silver glow on his delicate and carved handsome face.

As soon as he stepped on the gas pedal to the end, the roar of the engine overwhelmed all the noise.

Tonight, he doesn't know why. His mood is out of control.