Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Want to Go Home with Mommy!

Meaning, this is our Qi family's private place.

Su Xiaoya: ......

Just come over for a fried chicken and buy a restaurant .......

"Forget it, let's go. Baby, I'm going home. ”

When he walked to the door, Su Xiaoya squatted down and gently stroked ~ Qi Zixiao's head.

Xiao Mengbao tilted her head hard, looking like she was begging for a hug. There was a strong attachment in his eyes.

Such a look made Su Xiaoya's heart very sour, but there was no way.

She and Xiao Bao always have to be separated. She's just a stranger who looks like him~ Mommy.

And they have a huge disparity between the rich and the poor, and the difference in rank is too great.

What's more, there is a suspicious bastard demon king behind Xiao Mengbao!

"Okay, I'll go home with Mommy!"

As a result, Xiao Mengbao was not ambiguous at all, and waved at a bunch of black-clothed people very angrily, carrying a small schoolbag and going to follow Su Xiaoya.

What?

Su Xiaoya was dumbfounded again, staying where he was, unable to speak.

"You're my mommy."

Xiao Mengbao is very stubborn.

"Isn't it natural for me to go home with my own mommy!" The little one also uses idioms.

Then in an instant, the eye sockets began to turn red again.

"Mommy, don't you even want me?"

There were tears oozing from his watery eyes, and he looked like a wounded little ~~pet~~ thing, looking pitiful and begging to be taken home.

"No way!" Su Xiaoya adheres to principles.

Qi Zixiao's eyes began to burst into tears.

"It's really not good......"

Soybean-sized tears fell from Qi Zixiao's eyes.

"Okay, okay, you'll stay with me for a while."

Completely lost, Su Xiaoya despised himself fiercely in his heart, when did he become so easy to soften.

Xiao Baobao immediately burst into laughter, took her hand and jumped into the car.

"Quick, I'm going to my mommy's house!"

A group of black-clad men immediately followed respectfully.

One of them walked last, looked down at the watch on his wrist very cautiously, and then raised it quietly.

There was a pinhole camera on the watch, and he raised his hand to record all the movements of Su Xiaoya and Xiao Baobao.

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A silver-gray Maybach was speeding through the streets of the imperial capital.

Five black Bugatti Veyrons in the front and rear are escorting the flight.

Qi Muchen was like a majestic emperor, leaning lazily on the chair, his amber eyes staring indifferently at the screen in the car.

He read every word and every expression of the little thing and the little guy several times, and finally frowned tightly.

He is the head of the Qi family, and all the bodyguards and servants of the Qi family look at him, including the henchmen on his parents' side.

So, to keep an eye on the little one, that's something that can be done with a finger raised.

But the question is, from the conversation between the two, there is no sign of any scam.

Could it be that he was wrong, Qi Zixiao really just happened to pick up a small thing on the road?

Qi Muchen looked at Su Xiaoya's flowery smile on the screen with burning eyes.

There was a moment of distraction.

A hard~hard, indifferent heart unconsciously becomes soft ~ soft.

When the black-clothed man walked into the carriage, he was surprised to find that Mr. Qi's lips were filled with a soft smile.

Even the eyes that had always been cold and solemn unconsciously became much gentler.

This is the first time in so many years that Mr. Qi will have such an expression on his face.

"Mr. Qi. Ou Gongzi is back. ”

The man in black whispered.