Zhu Xiaoxiao's heart hurt as if he had been cut with a knife.

It all came so suddenly, so suddenly that she couldn't believe it.

Mo Qi's eyes stared at the little boy downstairs.

His Adam's apple moved slightly.

"Hongyu, do you know what you're talking about" Mo Qi wouldn't believe it was his son, because he hadn't touched her at all, but this woman said it was his son.

He really didn't know what to do.

Min Hongyu's eyes were very determined.

"Yes, he's your son."

Mo Qi glanced at her.

"Yes or no, it's not up to you." Mo Qi didn't save face at all.

It's not that he is the son of Mo Qi, that is, he is not stupid, who would believe a woman who once betrayed him for money.

Min Hongyu listened to her words, her eyes flickered a little.

But looking at her son who was being restrained downstairs, her eyes suddenly became a little fixed.

"Seventh brother, he is your son, I haven't dared to tell you all these years, it was that you got drunk that night, I followed you, and then I found out that I was pregnant, you don't know, how happy I was at that time, although I didn't marry you, but I have always had you in my heart."

Zhu Xiaoxiao, who was standing on the side, was stupid, she didn't believe in Uncle Seven, but she didn't believe in this woman, this bad woman.

"Now that medicine is so developed, everything will be proven, whether it is the son of the seventh uncle or not, there will be results." Zhu Xiaodao.

"Don't believe you, I'm not afraid to prove it." Min Hongyu responded.

Zhu Xiaoxiao looked at the confidence on her face, and her heart ached.

Although she doesn't know too much about life, she understands one thing, even if a man doesn't (love) a person, but with the bond of children, the two will often meet and get along.

Moreover, this woman is so bad, so scheming, and her seventh uncle's heart is so soft, she doesn't dare to think about the future, Zhu Xiaoxiao instantly felt a mess in her heart.

Mo Qi looked back at the pitiful little woman standing behind him, and he said.

"Come here."

Zhu Xiaoxiao swallowed his saliva and walked up obediently.

She had just walked up when he reached out and took her into his arms.

Thin lips close to behind her ears.

"My son isn't mine, don't worry, you know," he said, and his lips were biting on her ear.

Zhu Xiaoxiao didn't know what it felt, whether it was uncomfortable or relieved, she couldn't say it, it was like a mixed bag.

But received a great consolation.

Her big dark eyes looked up at him.

"I believe it." He said it wasn't his, and she believed it, because he wouldn't lie to her.

Min Hongyu saw that the two were so close, and Mo Qi also kissed her, and her heart instantly felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratch.

The hand that was clinging to the seam of the pants was clenched tightly.

"Seventh brother, you have to save Cheng Cheng, otherwise he will die, that bastard has no heart." Min Hongyu said in a slightly crying voice.

Mo Qi took a deep breath and said.

"Okay." He will save, not because he thinks it is his son, but because of that responsibility, the woman he once (loved) and reasoned, he Mo Qi can't do it without asking.

"Thank you, Brother Seven." Min Hongyu listened to his words, and the stone in her heart seemed to fall suddenly.

As long as he can save his son, he can say anything, and he will be long.

No matter how much suffering there is, it will pass, and what is hers will always belong to her.