Chapter 1147: Warm male **** (3)

Mu Xiaochen can naturally hear the meaning of her words, and Jun’s face has a faint smile--
"Don't worry, that gloom, maybe it can fade away, don't worry about me."
"Sometimes, I think you are stupid, Mr. Mu."
She said, suddenly reaching for his face and dragging his face, "My son looks more and more like you, I hope that you can be as happy and happy as he is."
"My son is a son. How can Laozi live a life easier than his son? However, according to his naughty temperament, it is estimated that we have a lot of heart, so Xiaorui is sensible."
"They all said that the naughty children have a good future. Let's not let them get into the style of the dude. I want them to be like you, I must be satisfied."
Xi Xia night soon published his own opinion.
"I am so good in your eyes?"
He looked at him with some expectation.
"Of course, Mr. Mu is a warm male god, of course excellent. Hey, the total birthday of Hua Henghua tomorrow night, you accompany me in the past..."
"Every time I praise my purpose is not simple, I will expect it!"
"I don't want to?"
"my honor."
......
No dreams overnight, it is rare to sleep well until dawn.
The next morning, when the morning sun was throwing a large piece of intoxicating soft light to the unknown sky, Xi Xia night slowly woke up from the arms of Mu Chen, and when he woke up, the man next to him Still sleeping sweet.
Carefully open the big hand around his waist, silently got out of bed, after washing, he went downstairs to make breakfast.
He was a rare sleeper, and she couldn't bear to wake him up.
Breakfast is not very rich, simple omelettes and nutritious porridge, a few dishes and side dishes.
When the summer night was busy, he still had no pictures, and he thought about it. The summer night girl had to go upstairs and call him.
As soon as I opened the door of the bedroom, I saw that he was still sleeping with a quilt. He turned to look at the wall clock on the side of the summer night and found that it was almost ten o'clock. He went over and smashed the quilt directly--
"Hurry up and wash, eat breakfast, I have time today, I invite you to go to small health care!"
The girl of the summer night fell, and the man who had just closed his eyes immediately opened his eyes. The dark twilight of the darkness looked up the girl in the summer night and looked down. "With this effort, I still look forward to my wife." You give me big health care..."
"Roll yours! Get up! I have greeted the clubhouse. I have a lot of troubles during this time. It is rare that I have this kind of thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness. Do you still sell me face? Hurry up, get up! I Look for clothes for you! Look at what, don't hurry up!"
The girl in the summer night gave him a disgusting look and raised his hand and took him.
"Madam, I think you also have the potential to develop into a tigress - hey! Come!"
When the pillow flew past, Mu Xiaochen had quickly turned over and got out of bed and rushed directly to the bathroom...
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Mu Lingshi did not think that she would run into the ancient Qiqi, just in the garden behind the T hospital.
I remembered that Mu Xiaochen had told her that the news of Gu Qi’s illness and hospitalization seemed to be a stomach bleeding. However, I heard that it was because of too much drinking, and I didn’t have to think about it because of Julie’s business.
Mu Lingshi is here to check the development of the child in the belly. This is not good for a few days. She is also worried that it will affect the fetus in the abdomen. Amo is still getting to know the situation with the doctor.
"Ling Shi!"
On the quiet path, Gu Qizhen was under the help of A Yong. When he saw Mu Ling’s poems, his cold face was also a little stiff and his eyes were unusually complex. He looked at Mu Ling’s poem silently and saw Mu Ling. When the poem did not open, he shouted Mu Ling’s poem.
Mu Ling’s poem looks calm and watery. Just looking at Gu Qi’s eyes, he silently took back his eyes and slowly lowered his head, leaning towards the body.
She didn't have anything to say to Gu Qizhen, and she didn't want to see this man at all.
Seeing Mu Ling's poems passing, Gu Qizhen also subconsciously reached out and tried to hold her, and Mu Ling's footsteps were forced to stop.

Is there something? An old board?

Mu Lingshi calmly raised his gaze, asked coldly and hotly, there was no temperature in the voice.
"I am not malicious, I don't want to recognize you, but you are really too rash, this time..."
"Scratch?"
Gu Qi’s voice has not yet fallen, and Mu Ling’s poem is like a joke, staring at Gu Qizhen.
Are you resentful and blaming me for inadvertently offending Mrs. Zun? Or blaming me for not telling Mrs. Zun personally. What about your pregnancy?"
"Ling Shi, you know that I don't mean this."
There are some unspeakable struggles on the face of Gu Qizhen, whispering.
"Not what it means, what do you mean?"
Mu Lingshi sneered a sneer, indifferently lowered his eyes, disdainful cold.
"you hate me?"
"No, I used to think that I should hate you, but now, everything is not important, and I am too lazy to hate. You and my so-called mother, in my eyes, are just a joke. Sometimes, I feel The blood flowing in my body is very dirty, and it is really sad for me to have a blood relationship with people like you."
When Mu Lingshi said this, he smiled a bit, took a breath, raised his eyes and looked at the ancient Qiqi. "I hope that the dead person is you, not the innocent grandmother."
"So far, I can't hope that you can do anything good, just hope that you can let go of my big brother, this request should not be difficult? Can it be done?"
"Ling Shi, I am admiring the dust--"
"You have no hatred with Big Brother. I don't care whether you are trying to envy the industry or really because of the mother or Lingtian. Those emotions should not be vented to Big Brother! The whole process, the fate you made, The person who hurt the most is the big brother. Don't you understand? I don't understand why you always blame others for the mistakes you made. Don't tell me that you don't even have the courage to admit mistakes!"
Gu Qi’s voice has not fallen, and Mu Ling’s poem has been coldly ironic.
"I am really glad that I am admiring the parents. Otherwise, if I have been infected with such bad habits as you, I guess I have to be ashamed to commit suicide! You are like this, your daughter Gu Lingsha is the same, I am today, Mu Lingshi put If you are hurting your brother, including any one of the family, then I will not let you go. Even if I am dead, I will protect them. I am not my mother, I am such a person. It's easy to go to extremes, I can do anything!"