Chapter 163

Fengxian hugged Tong Tong, and her love was overflowing. "My boy is so good."

Zhan Hanjue's gaze fell on Feng Xian, and his eyes were meaningful. Why does Fengxian like Tong Bao so much? Obviously, Hanbao and Su Su are the bloodline of the Zhan family.

Zhan Tingjun came over at some point, looked at the three small buns carved in pink and jade, and said sourly, "Han Jue, who is this angel porcelain doll?" It can't be your daughter, right? ”

The Lord of War ignored him.

Zhan Tingjun gushed endlessly, "You said that you are not a great good person, how could God favor you so much?" Just send you a genius son like Zhan Shu, and even a cute and lively Hanbao will fall from the sky to you. Now, I will reward you with such a soft and sweet little angel. It's so jealous! ”

Zhan Tingjun smacked his lips in disbelief, "No, this kid is noble and cold, and he obviously gets your genetic inheritance." How could it not be your daughter? ”

Zhan Hanjue was speechless, "You are blind in that eye to see that she is noble and cold?" ”

Tong Bao looked at Zhan Hanjue bitterly, obviously she had worked hard to please Daddy in the past two days, but Daddy didn't like him at all in his bones. I dislike her in words and deeds.

Zhan Hanjue corrected with a dark face, "She's not my daughter. ”

Zhan Tingjun's gaze locked on Tong Bao and couldn't take it off.

The little bun is soft, the black pupils are clearer than the clear spring, brighter than the gem, the white porcelain skin is so tender that it can pinch out the water, and the beautiful big eyes are like a little rabbit that makes people can't help but want to protect.

The red Bollywood taxi, in a group of luxury cars, really looks particularly abrupt.

Zhan Tingjun hooked his lips and smiled evilly, "A peasant woman is a peasant woman, and it is really unelegant to take such a broken car on this occasion." Han Jue, fortunately, you were wise at the time and divorced her in time. Otherwise ...... today"

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end after seeing Luo Shihan get out of the car.

Zhan Tingjun shouted, "I have seen it with both eyes, and the little angel is clearly noble and generous. I didn't expect a vulgar peasant woman like Luo Shihan to be able to give birth to such a cute little angel? ”

This time, Zhan Han Jue didn't refute Zhan Tingjun anymore.

"Mommy......" Suddenly there was the neat and loud cheers of the three children. It was like a horn that shifted everyone's attention to the slowly approaching taxi.

Zhan Tingjun swallowed all the sarcastic words of Luo Shihan. He tugged at Zhan Hanjue's sleeve with some uncertainty and asked, "Is she really Luo Shihan?" ”

Zhan Han Jue looked at Luo Shihan directly.

Her temperament today really amazed him.

The door opened, and a pair of red high heels fell to the ground, delicate ankles, and a silver-white clover anklet.

Just a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg makes people feel that this vulgar Bollywood car suddenly shines.

Immediately after, Luo Shihan got out of the car door. She wore an elegant ankle-length fishtail dress today, the color of (Yan) red, the waist inlaid with scorching pearls, the hollow round neck and short sleeves, which looked elegant and generous, especially when she deliberately permed her slightly curly long hair, with a silver round hairpin on the sideburns at will, and the red dress and white jewelry complement each other.

The vulgar and pungent image in the impression is gone, as if she is a fairy, so pure that she does not stir up dust, and stands there as embarrassed as a virgin.

There is poetry and books in the belly! For some reason, this sentence came to the mind of the Lord of War.

However, after the shock, Zhan Han Jue frowned in displeasure. She turned out to be like him today, wearing red clothes and slightly curly hair, as if she had negotiated a couple in advance.