President Daddy is super strong

Mu Qiqi stands steadily beside Mo yanjue and looks up at the three characters of the presidential palace on the stone carving.

For the first time in such a solemn place, her little heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Mo yanjue tilts his head and looks at her tenderly. Then he takes her small hand and comforts her. "It's OK. I'm here. Relax."

Mu Qiqi nodded in a dull way. His feet were like stepping on cotton. He followed Mo yanjue up the steps with a deep and shallow foot.

On both sides of the majestic gate, the lions carved in white marble are scattered on the corridor, and the lotus patterns are carved in relief on the screen wall, with a solemn and majestic momentum.

The background wall of the porch is painted with a picture of wintersweet, which is very delicate and blooming. The two blue and white porcelain altars are quietly placed on the table, creating a classical style and fresh style. The other wall is the classical traditional red paint gate, and the golden lion head gate handle shows a kind of power.

Muqiqi is totally like being in the picture. Her brain is dizzy. If Mo yanjue didn't lead her, maybe she would have fallen for many times.

Through the unique courtyard, Muqiqi was taken into the reception hall.

The background wall of the reception hall is decorated with a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers. The walls are inlaid with wooden frames and multi-shaped screens. On the flower tables on both sides of the sofa, there are potted plants that are releasing infinite vitality. This kind of scenery is just in line with the corridor, showing a group of exuberant and vigorous. The palace lamp above the head has a golden and gorgeous appearance, which is on the list It is an auspicious object, which gives people luxury and enjoyment like the palace.

No, she's wrong. This is the luxurious palace, and the people here are the nobles.

Seeing them coming in, the man sitting on the wooden couch immediately stood up.

And Mu Qiqi can't help but stop.

Looking across the air, Muqiqi saw a lady who really looked like her. She was in her early forties, with beautiful face and dark hair. She was very meticulous. I didn't know that she had been specially dressed to see her.

At this moment, Muqiqi's defense line collapsed in her heart, almost instinctively. She looked at each other blindly while she could not help stepping closer.

The president's wife was tearful and walked towards her involuntarily. The tears were circling in her eyes. She could not let them fall.

For more than 20 years, she finally saw her daughter again. How could she cry when she was so happy?

The two finally stood face to face. The president's wife stretched out her shaking hands and tried to hold her hand, but it was a very tangled look.

In fact, Muqiqi is more than anything. She thinks that all these things are not true. She is afraid that if she reaches out to touch her, she will disappear from her eyes immediately and be happy in the end.

"Child..." the president's wife finally failed to hold her hand in the middle of the air. Her tangle and guilt were no less than those of Muqi.

She was more afraid that it was a dream. When she woke up, her daughter still couldn't find it.

Since she lost her daughter at the age of three months, she has never slept a solid sleep in the past 20 years. As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind could not help popping up the look of her three-month-old. She was small and soft. She did not dare to touch her when she was born, for fear that she would hurt her small arms and legs with clumsiness.

Now that she is so big, how can she not be sad?