"Daddy, what about me?"

Xiao Ziheng struggled to carry the white medicine box in his hand, pouted, his unwilling little face was flushed with a faint coldness, and a pair of crystal silver black eyes looked at his father, and this aunt who had just known him for two days. （.）

Di Yu said that Daddy may have hurt Aunt Xiao Ai five years ago, and Uncle Ruthless also knew Aunt Xiao Ai five years ago, could it be that Aunt Xiao Ai is really his own mother.

The little guy tilted his head and looked at the two of them, should he let Di Yu really go to check...

The corners of Sikong Jue's mouth twitched, he turned his head to look at Xiao Ziheng, took the medicine box from his hand coldly, glared at him, and said coldly, "How did she get hurt!" ”

Mu Xiaoai looked at the father and son in front of her, and suddenly heard Sikong Jue ask, she immediately spoke, "No matter what happened to the little young master, I accidentally scratched it!" ”

Sikong Jue stared at her coldly, obviously not believing her words.

Mu Xiaoai realized that lying in front of this man was definitely not a good idea, she bit her lip, and was about to think of a better reason not to make the man in front of her angry, but she didn't expect the little guy to suddenly speak.

"Aunt Xiaoai's palm was scratched by my arrow" The tone was firm, without the slightest hesitation, and she had a bold posture.

After speaking, the boy Heng bowed his head, waiting for the execution with an expression.

Sikong Jue looked at him coldly, then turned his head and glared at Mu Xiaoai, without speaking, but lowered his head and carefully handled the wound, disinfecting, rubbing medicine, bandaging...

Mu Xiaoai looked at the palm wrapped in thick gauze, raised her head and glanced at the man in front of her, her thin lips slightly opened.

"Thank you"

Sikong Jue glanced at her, then turned his head to look at Xiao Ziheng.

Mu Xiaoai breathed a sigh of relief, originally thought that the matter would pass like this, but he didn't expect that in the next second, he spoke coldly again.

"Go and get the punishment of the ruthless!"

Mu Xiaoai was slightly stunned, looked at the man in front of her in shock, and then looked at the little boy on the side, she had seen it before, because she killed fish with a silver needle in cold blood, and stabbed her fingers, she was punished with five whips, and finally lay on the bed for five days before she recovered.

But the little boy in front of him, who was only five years old, compared to the cold-blooded gold medal killer, how could his physique stand the whipping.

Besides, the little boy is his son, and he is going to punish the little boy because the arrow of the little boy Heng scratched his palm?

Sikong Jue, you are sick!

"Yes" Xiao Ziheng nodded, straightened the rocker and planned to walk out of the villa.

"Wait" Mu Xiaoai hurriedly shouted, then turned her head to look at Sikong Jue, who was packing up the medicine box, and instantly blurted out, "Sikong Jue, are you sick?" ”

Sikong Jue's face turned black in an instant, looking at Mu Xiaoai who was dancing in front of her, she actually scolded him for being sick? Also scolded by name.

"Sikong Jue, he's still a child, I scratched my hand, I went to hold her arrow, and I scratched it, why did you punish him?"

Mu Xiaoai stood up from the sofa and looked at the man in front of him who spoke angrily.

"Smack..." Sikong Jue closed the medicine box again, and looked at the woman in front of him coldly, his black eyes full of great displeasure.

"If he doesn't draw the arrow, will you get hurt?" He spoke coldly.

Mu Xiaoai was stunned, it turned out that he knew.

"But even if he inadvertently scratches my palm, he doesn't need to be punished, although Shandy is not here, but after all, he is your and Shanti's child, why should you punish him for me, tiger poison does not eat children! She's not cold snow, she's not a lone wolf, she's not your men."

Shanti's child?

Aunt Xiaoai, isn't your information very accurate?

Xiao Ziheng leaned against the door frame, his arms were wrapped around his chest, his eyes wandered between Sikong Jue and Mu Xiaoai, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, presumably Daddy punished him, not just because he drew an arrow and scratched Aunt Xiaoai's hand.

- Tiger poison does not eat children!

"What a tiger poison doesn't eat children!"

A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, and a huge chill instantly emanated from his body, looking at her coldly, she actually commented on him like this?

He just punished Ziheng, since she told him that the tiger poison didn't eat the child, could it be that in her heart, he was so unbearable?

"Miss Mu, what identity do you use to accuse me? For your sake, to punish my son, you seem to be overestimating yourself! He looked at her and spoke coldly, his tone a little displeased and a little angry. （.）

Mu Xiaoai's face changed slightly, and she looked at him in surprise.

What identity?

Yes! What kind of identity does she use to care about his son?

Small-three? Lovers? Mistress?

A hint of self-deprecation flashed across her face, and suddenly her eyes were hot, and a tear slipped down, and she looked away, then turned and walked briskly towards the door.

He is still so ruthless, what do you hope for, what do you hope for, expect him to love you, and hope that the ghost is old in the game, he will choose to give you the antidote this time.

His face was covered with tears, and it was difficult to see what was in front of him with a misty gaze.

Ziheng, who was standing at the door, was in a hurry, and so was this daddy, who was so dignified and didn't eat his son for a tiger poison, and said such heartless words.

The tiger is really, so he makes fun of his son...

"Aunt Love..." Xiao Ziheng glanced at his father and was about to chase him out.

"Let her go... Don't stop anyone..."

"Bang..." With a bang, the coffee table in front of him became cannon fodder.

An angry roar came from the villa, Xiao Ziheng's footsteps stopped, turned his head to look at his father, shook his head helplessly, and looked at Mu Xiaoai in the distance.

That roar was not only heard by Xiao Ziheng, but even the bodyguards outside looked at each other, what happened to this young master?

Seeing Mu Xiaoai walking out of the villa, several people were about to stretch out their hands to stop them, but when they heard the words of their young master, they all stopped and let Mu Xiaoai walk out of the gate.

"Damn... What's the situation? ”

Nangong Ling walked out of the bedroom door, he was woken up, he looked at the man standing in the living room and the scrapped coffee table, and then looked at the boy Ziheng standing at the door, frowned, and walked down the stairs.

Then Leng Indifferent Han also ran out of the bedroom in shock, he first looked at Nangong Ling, who was also puzzled with him, and then looked at Sikong Jue, who was standing coldly in the living room, and opened his mouth a little helplessly.

"Tsk... Who's messing with you again! ”

Sikong Jue's eyes looked coldly at the disappearing figure at the door, his brows furrowed, and his anger did not diminish in the slightest.

"Young Master... Breakfast was ready..." Di Yu walked over, spoke slowly, looked at a few people, and broke the deadlock.

Nangong Ling and Leng Indifferent Han shrugged their shoulders, with the expression that the emperor is not in a hurry, and we are not eunuchs, and walked to the table indifferently.

Xiao Ziheng looked at a few people, lowered his head, a trace of loss and self-blame flashed in his heart, and walked out of the villa.

Sikong Jue lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa and smoked, walked in and looked at his young master, shook his head, and cleaned up the glass on the ground with a few people.

As if nothing had happened...

At the dining table, Nangong Ling and Leng Mohan were eating breakfast, talking and laughing, but this look never left the man on the sofa.

Sikong Jue, who was sitting on the sofa and smoking a few cigarettes in a row, really couldn't sit still, and ran out of the villa quickly in the next second.

"Hahaha... I won" Nangong Ling laughed proudly, and immediately reached out to pick up the five million checks that had already been prepared on the dining table.

Indifferent Han rolled his eyes, watching the check for five million being put into Nangong Ling's pocket like this, not to mention how aggrieved he was, it stands to reason that Sikong Jue would chase it out, shouldn't it?

Di Yu was on the side, looking at the two.

Just make fun of the young master, is it really good?

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Mu Xiaoai looked at the road in front of her as she walked, she sniffed and touched the tears on her face with her hand.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't cry for him anymore?"

She said to herself, tears were like a flood bursting the embankment, she couldn't stop it, turned her head to look at the villa that was no longer visible, and continued to walk step by step along the dark oil cedar road.

What the hell is this place, there is not even a taxi!

The sun was almost noon, and the intense light was baking the earth, and beads of sweat slowly oozed from her forehead...

The sound of a car's engine came from afar, Mu Xiaoai was stunned, did not turn around, and did not pause in the slightest step under her feet.

The brakes sounded, and a pitch-black Lamborghini pulled up beside her.

"Get on the bus..." The windows slid down, and a cold voice sounded coldly.

Mu Xiaoai turned a blind eye and continued to walk, with undried tears on her roasted red cheeks, Sikong Jue obviously didn't have much patience.

He got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and walked over coldly.

Mu Xiaoai was slightly stunned, wanting to avoid him, her body retreated slightly, but she didn't expect to hit the door of the car that was parked here, and Sikong Jue's two arms pressed heavily on her sides, controlling her in his arms.

Mu Xiaoai glanced at the man who was close at hand, and looked away coldly.

Sikong Jue looked at her hot cheeks, did not speak, the two of them just stood quietly, on the tree by the side of the road, there was a cry of knowing, although there was a scorching sun, but the air between the two was cold and shivering.

"Get out of the way..." Mu Xiaoai finally spoke, her tone was cold, without the slightest warmth.

Sikong Jue's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness, and he reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Mu Xiaoai coldly dodged, and Sikong Jue's hand froze in the air.

He looked at her, then grabbed her hot chin and kissed her hard.

"Uh-huh..." Mu Xiaoai looked at the man in front of her, ready to struggle, Sikong Jue seemed to have already realized that before she could reach out her hand, he had already firmly grasped her hands in her hand.

She tried to dodge, but he held her head down and matched his kiss hard.

Sikong Jue's kiss was urgent, domineering, helpless, with a little pity and a little anger.

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