The Supreme Emperor's Toy Girl

Since this woman did not die, why did she not come to find herself for three years, but hide in such a distant place? She did it on purpose? So, was she feigning death that night? Doesn't she know what he's been doing for three years? How could you have the heart to do such a cruel thing? no Kill Lu Zisheng, he does not believe that Xia Yan will have the heart to do such a cruel thing to himself! He doesn't believe it! So she was forced? But if she was forced, why didn't she come back to find herself? Not even the slightest bit of news? If I didn't meet her today, I'm afraid she wants to keep it a secret? No matter for any reason, she is hiding from herself, which Lu Zisheng clearly realized at this moment, but he didn't even have time to suffer, because now there is a little boy holding her and calling her mother? How ridiculous! She has been hiding for three years, and now she has such an extra child? Is she hiding from him just to have this baby? It's not like he won't let her have a baby! What has this woman done all these years? All these things gathered in Lu Zisheng's mind in an instant and kept circling, which made him really incredible and unable to imagine Lu Zisheng looks down at Xia Yan's eyes, which are half narrowed and enchanted, and reflects the cold light of secluded essence. Lu Zisheng stares into Xia Yan's eyes with cannibal eyes. Xia Yan shrinks her head in fright, and her eyes dodge timidly. She dares not to look at him more, but she can't hide.

The eagle like pupil stares at Xia Yan for a long time. Lu Zisheng's eyes turn and transfer to the little boy with a very strange look.

Xia Yan is almost in Lu Zisheng low eyes at the same time subconsciously alarm bell, trembling voice, but neatly answered: "one year old."

All over, Lu Zisheng's proud look suddenly darkened. His anger, which had been burning at the top of his heart just now, suddenly cooled down. His eyes were cold and he couldn't believe that he was looking at Xia Yan. He wanted to hold the woman in his heart.

The heart shrinks, summer Yan can't help but in the heart wry smile repeatedly, very good, so son is very good, isn't this exactly the effect that she wants?

In this way, the man will be really angry to the extreme, right? He's going to hate himself, right? This is good, so that he won't know her pain and tangle in recent years, so that he can be happy, right?

However, Xia Yan has forgotten a well-known saying, that is, "it's hard to guard against domestic thieves". It can be handed down to this day, and it definitely has its profound connotation.

This is not, the little son of a bitch under her feet, even when she had just finished her words, there was no tacit understanding.

He stretched out his tender little paw, covered his chest, pretended to be heartbroken, shrunk his mouth, and said in a 10% sad tone: "Mom, I'm two years old. Do you remember wrong? I'm so sad. You see, my heart is breaking... "

"Boom" sound, Xia Yan feel the sky suddenly have Lei Gong rolled from her head in the past, her heart, collapsed! Sad tears, also in the bottom of my heart quietly fell down

But this is just the beginning. Next, Xia Yan is fried by her children's behavior and words!

"Uncle, don't pay attention to her, my mother's brain is so stupid, I have no words..."

What a punk! He, he even turned around, holding Lu Zisheng's thigh, sighed with a very sad expression? How could he use the word "speechless" so vividly?

It was at this time that Lu Zisheng completely saw the child's face clearly.

Look at the little thing under his feet. He has a small head tilted and big eyes blinking. He looks at himself flickeringly. He is a miniature version of himself!

This kind of little face is just like hard evidence. Who believes that it's not his child?

What year old?

I'm stupid enough! How can you believe this damned girl's story?

With a hook on his lips, Lu Zisheng's smile, which had disappeared for three years, suddenly reappeared. It was so dazzling

As soon as his eyes were lifted, Lu Zisheng glanced at Xia Yan lightly, then bent down, reached out and patted the child's head gently, with a smile on his face.

"Not uncle, Dad."

Ordinary children, if they suddenly hear this kind of words, how can they be stunned and say that they are shocked? But! Lu Zisheng, a two-year-old boy, didn't do that. He just blinked his eyes and looked Lu Zisheng up and down carefully. His black eyes turned playfully. Then he laughed and cried to Lu Zisheng sweetly in his tender voice:

dad

Little hairball! You son of a bitch!

Looking at her son completely ignored her, the mother who pulled him to two years old, Xia Yan really wanted to "PIA" slap down, do you dare to ignore her? Pretty face red, Xia Yan want to cry no tears to see her son stretched out two short claws to the opposite man to embrace, is it really father and son nature? This child always looks like an old man in front of others, even when he gets along with himself, and his speech and posture are too old to speakWhy do you even pretend to be an innocent little boy now?

Bending down, Lu Zisheng picks up his smiling son, and then Huo shoves him into the gaping Chu and Chen Huaili.

"Watch him."

With a low voice, Lu Zisheng turns around and strides toward Xia Yan.

"Sheng, that, that..."

Swallowing saliva, Xia Yan apricot eyes big stare to want to go back, in front of the man's face expression, familiar to let her love and hate!

Lu Zisheng's handsome face is full of a long lost smile. As soon as his arms are extended, Huo's hands press Xia Yan into his arms. He lowers his head and kisses his yearning lips!

Hard!

I don't care how many people are watching!

Don't worry about your son is still watching!

Long time no kiss, men and women each other's breath tightly entangled together, feeling can't help but kiss deeper and deeper.

"Why? "Kiss?" Suddenly, such a childish voice rang out in his ear. Lu Zisheng suddenly froze. Then he vaguely cursed Xia Yan in his mouth. He suddenly extended his arm to hold her up and walked inside without looking back, leaving behind a group of people who seemed petrified