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At this moment, Luo Jundong was like someone snatching a beloved toy, clasping An Xiaojing's waist tightly with his big powerful hands.

"Hey, Luo Jundong, why are you so nervous? Let go of your epilepsy, pervert, let go." An Xiaojing was held in Luo Jundong's arms, and immediately twisted her body restlessly.

I don't know why, but every time she gets close to Luo Jundong, it makes her feel uncomfortable.It will remind her of Luo Jundong's bad treatment of her in the past, and every time he comes back, he will smell of other women's perfume on his body.

So she was generally afraid to get close to his body.The habits formed in the past have not changed until now.

Feeling the woman in his arms constantly struggling, Luo Jundong frowned.

I don't know why, when he heard Ling Jiajia's words just now, his heart suddenly emptied, as if his heart was about to leave his body.

He never knew that this woman could occupy such an important place in his heart.No matter how arrogant he is, he has been loved by thousands of people, but now he is helpless with his own woman. It's really shameful to say it.

Lingaga shrugged her shoulders, "Xiaojing's settled, I'll go to the kitchen to see if they've blown up the kitchen." With a happy smile on her face, she disappeared in front of them.

At this moment, Lin Xiaomeng was standing there pitifully at the outer door of the kitchen, slapping her little hands constantly facing the closed door.

"Open the door, open the door, I want to cook with Daddy." Although she screamed at the top of her voice, there was still no movement from the closed door.

Ling Jiajia stepped forward, half squatted in front of Lin Xiaomeng, stretched out his hand and scratched her cute little nose: "Baby, what's the matter?"

Lin Xiaomeng's eyes turned red, and she pointed to the closed door and complained: "Brother, Daddy, don't let me in together." As he spoke, tears rolled down like beads with a broken thread.

Lingaga......

She rolled her eyes, why didn't she see her so fragile during the operation when saving people.Of course, in order to keep her daughter from crying, she stretched out her hand and gently patted her on the back to coax her: "Hey, Daddy and brother are studying some awesome dishes in it, you, go back first." Let's do surgery in the room."

She gave birth to sons and daughters, what kind of personalities do they have, and what kind of special things do they have that she doesn't know?Neither of them is normal.If they didn't have a face that was almost the same as that of Detective An, she would have suspected that these two children had traveled from an alien world.

As far as their thoughts are concerned, they are definitely on the same level as geniuses who are rare in thousands of years, or even once in ten thousand years.

"No, no, I want to be your father." Lin Xiaomeng began to refuse to listen.

Lingaga......

"Okay, since you only want Daddy, then you don't need Mommy." Ling Jiajia pulled her away.

"No, no, I want Mommy, I want Daddy, I want Brother." In this respect, it can be proved that she is only a five-year-old child after all.

"Why don't you go to the lobby with Mommy and wait?" Ling Jiajia pulled Lin Xiaomeng into his arms again, and then wiped her tears with his hands.

Lin Xiaomeng behaved this time, nodded, took Ling Jiajia's hand and walked away.

Before leaving, Ling Jiajia kicked the kitchen door fiercely: "Master An, please pay attention to the fire."

She didn't want the scene of the fire to happen again, it almost scared her to death at that time.

"Yeah. I know"

The person who had been storing the dead body in the kitchen finally responded.

"Xiaobao, why did you come in to see me?" Detective An looked at Lin Xiaobao who was standing by the sink, and stopped what he was doing.

He was going to cook with Xiao Mengmeng just now, but suddenly he rushed in and said that he had something to tell him, so he kicked Lin Xiaomeng out.

Lin Xiaobao stood by the sink, looked at Young Master An with a serious face, and only said slowly when there was no movement outside the door: "You don't have amnesia, do you?" His tone was not a rhetorical question, nor a question, but an affirmation sentence.

This made Detective An have to admit.He smiled and nodded.

"Because of what?" Although, he more or less guessed something in his heart, but he was not so sure.What's more, he wants to hear An Detective Young Master An's own answer.