Ling Sheng turned her head and looked into the man's gentle and soothing eyes. The warmth and gratitude that surged in her chest for a moment made the tip of her nose sore and her chest swollen.
When Xiao Qi heard the voice, her red eyes were filled with mist again. She looked at him, bit her lip, and clenched her fists.
Uncle Jun said it was his father.
The word "dad" has been brewing and fermenting in my heart for a long time, and it gradually warms my heart.
He was wondering if Uncle Jun was the god in the story who would descend from the sky and come to help him and Mommy.
Jun Shiyan was sitting in a wheelchair. He stopped when he got there. He protected the woman and child behind him and looked at the person opposite: "I am Xiaoqi's father, her husband. If you have anything to say, tell me!"
Xiaoqi... is her son
Then who is Xiao Qi’s father
District Chief Xie looked at the man in front of him. He was a cripple and a slut. No wonder he couldn't raise children. He looked at him arrogantly: "Who do you think you are? I tell you, reconciliation is impossible unless you pay money and kneel down." Come down and apologize to my wife and son.”
"My surname is Jun, and my first name is Shi Yan. Can this gentleman please speak properly? If it is really my son who did something wrong, we can apologize, pay money and kneel down." Jun Shiyan's voice was smiling, but the look in his eyes was It’s the cold and chilly killing that is frozen thousands of miles away.
Xu Xi followed behind, with a complicated look on his face. The two-foot-old monk was confused. What's going on? Is this the little girl in front of me that I like
Didn't An Yan talk about the little girl? He looked at the video and looked at the photos. She was just a young girl. Why did she even have a child? The child must be three years old!
Third Master wants to be a father. Does he want to be a stepfather
"Jun Shiyan?" District Chief Xie heard him say his name was Jun Shiyan, and pointed at him funny: "You think you can pretend to be the third master just by sitting in a wheelchair and wearing a mask? You said you are the third master, I even said I’m your uncle!”
What is this? The person in front of you is looking for death. It’s not good to pretend to be anyone. How dare you pretend to be the third master!
Who is the third master? The Prince of Hell in the capital, who doesn’t know that the Third Master is not married and has no children!
Even if the third master has a child, will he go to this kind of kindergarten
it's so funny!
Ling Sheng held her son's hand and couldn't bear to look at it. She could already foresee the fate of this idiot.
Xu Xi felt that some people just didn't have brains, and there were still people in the world who dared to pretend to be the third master. He was afraid that he didn't want to live anymore. The look in his eyes suddenly turned dark, and he arrived at District Chief Xie's side at lightning speed.
District Chief Xie screamed, and the next moment he was kneeling in front of Jun Shiyan, wailing in pain, but someone grabbed his shoulders and suppressed him, making him unable to move.
Ling Sheng clearly saw the idiot in front of him, his knees hitting the floor tiles. The floor tiles cracked at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and blood spattered.
My scalp suddenly felt numb, so cruel!
The man in front of him should also be Third Master's assistant, replacing An Yan, but he was much more ruthless than An Yan.
"Husband! Husband..." Xie Junhao's mother was so frightened that she rushed forward crying, but was kicked away by Xu Xi. With a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, she asked coldly: "Do you think someone in this capital dares to pretend to be our third master?" ?”
District Chief Xie was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder trembled. When he was kicked to the ground, he knew that the person in front of him was definitely the Third Master. No one except him would be so cruel.
(End of chapter)