Chapter 78

Zhan Muqian's eyes were heavy, and he frowned slightly. It seemed that he was surprised that Jiang mianmianmian would ask him this question.

The girl's big clear eyes stared at him. She didn't leave for a moment. She seemed eager to get his answer.

For a moment, the chief officer gave a low smile and touched her face with his big hand. "Now I am suddenly asked this question. Why didn't I ask it earlier?"

In fact, Mianmian is very anxious.

In addition to dysmenorrhea, there is a sense of collapse that all the little universe will explode.

She was not the first day to know the existence of Ruan Qingtong and Ruan Jingchen.

She knew early in the morning that Zhan Muqian was standing close to his age, and that his emotional history could not be as white as a piece of paper.

This is neither scientific nor realistic.

But if her husband Somehow a four-year-old son appeared, and she still found it hard to accept from the bottom of her heart.

After all, she is only 18 years old. She never thought that she would marry suddenly, and in any case, she never thought that she would be a stepmother to a four-year-old.

And this illegitimate son is called Ruan Qingtong's mother.

So her chief husband has not only a son, but also a mother of his own?

What kind of trouble is this!

Zhan Muqian saw that she didn't say a word, and the serious expression gradually relaxed. A sexy smile was raised at the corner of her lips, and her soft chin was tickled with long fingers.

Mian Mian's face is whiter, and the lip angle is downward.

She can't laugh at all.

This man is such an attitude again, make her as small pet to tease coax.

With her temper, it's time to fight him!

Why not answer her questions in a positive way and flirt with her in turn?

She's his real wife. She's in the top position. Doesn't she even have the right to ask about her husband's past marriage history and whether she has children?!

She was so angry, but she bit her lips and said nothing.

Zhan Muqian looks at her face. He rubs her hair fondly. "Are you jealous? Or did someone provoke you? Tell your uncle about it? "

Mian Mian glanced at him angrily, and his voice was very low and thin. "I'm just curious. I want to know if Chenchen is your son or not."

The man looked at her with a funny look. "It's so hard for you to admit to being jealous?"

Mianmian finally explodes, "bastard, I asked you if you have a son. It's curiosity!! I want to be jealous with my wool! "

She was like a little hairy kitten, trying to bear the sharp pain of her stomach and staring at him with her fork.

But the attractive appearance of little face egg powder It's hard to hide the fact that she's jealous.

Zhan Muqian's face was plain and silent for half a minute. He seemed to have no choice but to reply: "well, I will take care of Chen Chen until he grows up."

Jiang Mianmian's small face is stiff, and there seems to be something fragile in his heart, which breaks in pieces after a crash.

She dropped her head and said nothing.

The war chief was very compassionate and concerned to hug her, but she gently struggled, pushed him once, whispered: "I want to go home to rest, I don't want to go to the hospital."