Chapter 149: Words Hidden in the Heart

After dinner, Xiao Curly took Jiang Jiuxi's hand and watched Huo Jingheng leave with Da Bai, and began to look forward to the next time he saw his uncle and Da Bai.

Jiang Jiuxi saw the reluctance of the little curly hair, and said loudly: "Cub, mom is still not the person you love the most?"

Little Curly immediately turned his head back and tilted his little head to express his loyalty very sincerely: "The cub loves his mother the most." ”

Jiang Jiuxi lifted his chin and nodded at the car that was slowly driving away: "I thought that uncle was the cub's favorite person." ”

Little Curly Hair hurriedly shook his head, and his little expression was extraordinarily serious: "No, no, the cub just likes his uncle a little bit, and the cub is a mother in his heart." ”

Jiang Jiuxi smiled in his heart, is that a little bit like his uncle? The little scumbag would actually coax her with sweet words in front of her.

The little curly hair was afraid that her mother would not believe it, so she turned her little body and hugged Jiang Jiuxi's thighs, rubbing her little head and coquettishly: "Mother is a cub alone, and a cub is also a mother alone." ”

Mu Shaoheng held Jiang Jiuxi's finger tightly on the other side, and looked at the little shark coquettish with some envy, he also wanted to hold his aunt like this.

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On the way back, Huo Jingheng briefly told Jiang Cheng about the appraisal results.

Jiang Cheng snorted: "I have a bold idea, this Mu Qiancheng must have done something five years ago, maybe he really gave birth to a child who is related to your nephew." ”

Huo Jingheng also thought so, if Mu Qiancheng hadn't firmly believed that Mu Shaoheng was his child, he wouldn't have been so blatant and brainless.

It is very likely that the birth of the child was planned by Mu Qiancheng that year, but the child didn't know why he suddenly became Mu Shaoheng.

Jiang Cheng was a little curious: "Then what are you going to do?" Since Mu Shaoheng is very likely to be your son, should you hurry up and make an appraisal to identify him?"

Huo Jingheng sneered: "Don't worry, wait until I find the truth five years ago and give Mu Qiancheng a big gift." ”

If you dare to calculate him, it depends on whether she can bear the consequences.

"I'm worried that Mu Qiancheng's dog jumping off the wall is not good for the child, you want to be your child's mother with all your heart, and finally find out that the child is not, where the resentment goes, it must be the child. ”

Jiang Chengke has been watching palace fighting dramas and wealthy grievance dramas with his mother a lot, and he knows how terrible a woman is after being perverted.

Huo Jingheng said coldly: "I want her to dare, and it is very safe for Mu Shaoheng and Jiang Jiuxi to record a show in the crew recently." ”

Three days is enough time to adjust what Mu Qiancheng did back then.

Jiang Cheng suddenly became envious again: "You said that if Mu Shaoheng is really your son, who is the child's mother? Why are you so good at life, you don't have to get married and have a son." ”

Huo Jingheng pursed the corners of his lips, this is another thing he wants to investigate, where did the child come from?

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Jiang Jiuxi took the two children to take a bath, and the three of them sat on the bed and played the game of the wooden man, the little curly hair smiled low, as long as he saw his mother, he couldn't help but show his little white teeth and smiled brightly.

Mu Shaoheng played very seriously, every time he was a wooden man, he didn't move, and his little expression was very serious.

Jiang Jiuxi happily went to tickle Mu Shaoheng, and the little guy finally couldn't help but giggle, rolling on the bed while laughing, revealing a small belly.

Little Curly also joined the tickling army, leaning over and scratching the little feet.

Mu Shaoheng giggled and waved his little arms, and his grandmother shouted: "Mom spare your life, Mom spare your life......"

Accidentally, he shouted out the voice that was suppressed in his heart.