Qiao An took Mu Shaoxi out of the hall and onto the lawn.

She sat cross-legged on the ground, and Mu Shaoxi also followed her example and sat cross-legged.

The two faced each other, Mu Shaoxi turned his head and called for lightning.

Lightning came running and sat down beside him, not moving or screaming.

Joan looked excited and left her business behind, "Lightning, come, let's shake hands amicably!" ”

There are still many opportunities for you to bite in the future, please take care of it!

The lightning was cold and unmoved.

"It doesn't like me?"

Mu Shaoxi said crisply: "Lightning, shake hands." ”

Lightning lifted his front paws and barely touched Joan's hand.

Joan was happy, "Will it roll?" Will you play dead? ”

Mu Shaoxi looked confused, looked up at the white and tender bun face, and asked blankly, "What is pretending to be dead?" ”

"That's ......" Joan's index and middle fingers were put together, making a pistol pose, and shooting at the lightning: "biubiu......"

The lightning bolt did not move.

Joan looked disappointed, "Huh...... I won't pretend to be dead. ”

Temporarily retracting her attention from the lightning, Qiao An lowered her head and looked at Mu Shaoxi with a smile, "Little Seal, let's play the game of you ask me and answer, okay?" ”

Mu Shaoxi tilted his little head and thought about it, then nodded, "Okay~"

"Let me ask first, what is 1+1?"

Mu Shaoxi felt despised and looked disgusted, "Beautiful sister, the question is too simple, Shaoxi refuses to answer." ”

Oh, there's still a little emotion.

Joan smiled lightly, "Okay, change the question." Grandpa Wang has three sons who are all married, so how many sons does Grandpa Wang have? ”

"Three!" The eldest son and eldest grandson answered without pressure.

"Clever, ask me instead."

"Pilot, what is an idiom?"

"There's an opportunity."

After a few rounds of questions, Joan shifted gears, "That night, in the garden......"

…………

As the sun sets, the sky is red.

Seeing that it was almost time to eat, Ji Zhicheng had not yet returned from the company.

Since getting married, Chen Min has bought off the secretaries and assistants around him and knows his whereabouts well.

No vixens are possible.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Ji Zhicheng had not returned.

The phone was turned off and no one answered.

Chen Min was so angry that he paced back and forth, picked up his mobile phone, and called Ji Zhicheng's driver, who said that he was still in the company.

She called Ji Zhicheng's assistant again, and the assistant personally confirmed that Ji Zhicheng was still in the president's office.

Chen Min was a lot less angry, and the phone called Ji Zhicheng's office.

"Hello?"

"Zhicheng, are you still busy? Why haven't I been home yet, I'm still waiting for you to have dinner with you. Chen Min's gentle tone was diametrically opposed to the tone he had just questioned the driver and assistant.

Ji Zhicheng held his forehead with one hand: "There are a lot of official things, so I'm still busy." Don't wait for me, you can eat first. ”

hung up the phone, and in Ji Zhicheng's mind, Qiao An's face appeared repeatedly.

To be honest, if she hadn't said it herself, he really wouldn't have said that she and Qiao Ran were associated together.

She is similar to Qiao Ran, only her eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar.

Thinking of her repeated devotion to Ji, and thinking of her inexplicable hatred for the Ji family......

By now, all of them have been explained.

If she is really Qiao Ran and his child, then ......

My mind was in a trance, and I remembered the beginning.

After the passion of the newlywed faded, Ji Zhicheng became increasingly busy with his official affairs and had more entertainment, so it was inevitable that there would be times for acting on the spot.

Chen Min hooked up with him when he was socializing.

can't all be regarded as hookups, it can only be said that the two of them have seen each other.

At that time, Chen Min was enthusiastic and unrestrained, unlike Qiao Ran, who followed the rules and had a gentle temperament, like a clear spring, without too many waves.

There is not much passion in the world.