Mr. Huo, there is a baby in the police station who says he is your son.

Mu Yian didn't know whether she heard his voice or was dreaming. She frowned slightly, turned over, turned her back to Huo Liancheng, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep without opening her eyes.

Huo Liancheng looked at her back and listened to her slight snoring. He wanted to lie next to her and sleep with her.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He looked at the incoming call reminder. Afraid of disturbing Mu Yi'an's sleep, he hurriedly exited the bedroom with his cell phone and sat on the sofa in the living room to answer the call.

"An'an, have you found it? Where are you? I'm going to see her." As soon as the call was connected, before Huo Liancheng could speak, Gu Beichen's anxious voice came from the other end.

"No need, Gu Beichen. Let me tell you, she is safe now and is sleeping. You don't need to come to disturb her again. Let her calm down first and review the meeting with Grandma Gu at home. We will talk about it later." Huo Liancheng said without thinking. Reject decisively.

"Sleep? Huo Liancheng, you don't want to imprison An An again, do you? Let An An answer the phone. I want to make sure that she is okay before I can rest assured!"

Gu Beichen was worried about Mu Yi'an's safety and no longer trusted what Huo Liancheng said. Once the seeds of doubt were planted in his heart, they would take root and sprout and grow uncontrollably.

"Achen, am I so unbelievable in your heart? I told you that she was sleeping and she had just cried. She is not in a suitable state to see you now."

After Huo Liancheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Gu Beichen to react. He angrily vented all his dissatisfaction on the mobile phone in his hand, picked up the mobile phone and threw it into an invisible corner of the sofa.

He fell down on the sofa, took off his glasses, and kept pinching his eyebrows.

This action has been repeated by Mu Yi'an since he returned to China. He doesn't know how many times he has pinched his eyebrows.

The relationship between Huo Liancheng and Gu Beichen is quietly changing. I wonder what will happen to the relationship with Mu Yi'an in the future?

Feng Minghao took Han Qiao to Pei'er's kindergarten. He parked the car outside the playground railing in a place with a good view. He rolled down the window and could just see the kindergarten children playing on the playground.

"Why did you bring me here?" Han Qiao looked confused and asked the man in front of him in surprise.

Feng Minghao looked at her with a dark expression, carefully observing the changes in her expression, and moved his thin lips, "I will take you to look after the children, Miss Han. Do you like children? Especially daughters."

"Child? Daughter?" Han Qiao's heart froze, his eyes evasive, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in an instant, deliberately avoiding the lively children.

Lowering his eyes, covering up the sad look in his eyes, he said with a guilty conscience: "I don't like children very much. Young Master Feng, shouldn't you ask me this question?"

Since An An's daughter died in her arms five years ago, she has been particularly sensitive to the word "daughter" and has been deliberately avoiding it in her heart. Now that Feng Minghao mentions it, she will inevitably behave abnormally.

Although Han Qiao tried his best to hide herself, the change in her expression and the panic in her eyes were all seen in Feng Minghao's eyes and remembered in his heart.

Feng Minghao was convinced that Han Qiao felt guilty and guilty for Pei'er, otherwise, she wouldn't be so abnormal and afraid.

Since she didn't want to mention the child, he insisted.

Not only must he mention it, but he must also show her with her own eyes that the daughter she abandoned back then is now in front of her.

He wanted to see how hard her heart could be.

"Because I like children very much, especially my daughter. They look soft and waxy, they look clingy and coquettish, they look angry with their little lips pouted, they look at you with their cute big eyes blinking. Anyway, I don't care. No matter what, she can always touch your heart and make you willing to give everything for her."

When Feng Minghao mentioned his daughter, his eyes were full of tenderness and his tone was full of doting, which showed that he was definitely a good father.

"It seems that Young Master Feng wants to get married and have children, so I wish you in advance that you will find the woman of your dreams, have a happy marriage, and have a son soon." Han Qiao hurriedly found an excuse at random, trying to change the subject.

As for the words of blessing, they also come from the heart.

She and Feng Minghao were considered acquaintances. People said that it takes a hundred years to cross the same boat and a thousand years to sleep together. She and he became husband and wife overnight. This was a fate that lasted nearly a thousand years. It was appropriate to bless him.

Feng Minghao stared at her deeply for a moment, with a wicked smile on his lips, and suddenly said: "I have a daughter, five years old, who is very cute."

"Ah~ I can't tell, Young Master Feng is already a father. Congratulations." Han Qiao felt an inexplicable sourness in his throat, and she forced it down, laughing and laughing.

The conversation suddenly changed, "Since Mr. Feng already has a child, don't pester me. After all, I don't like to break up other people's families, and I don't like to take away people's love, especially I don't like to have sex.

Well, Mr. Feng, we will meet again indefinitely and never see you again. "After saying that, he reached out to open the passenger door.

Feng Minghao noticed her intention, and with quick eyes and quick hands, he pulled her back, "Miss Han, I have no intention of letting you go. Don't be in a hurry. I still want to hear what you mean and have a good talk with you. "

"What are you talking about? I don't think I have anything to talk about with a married man?" Han Qiao gritted his teeth and was so angry that he looked at Feng Minghao with evil eyes.

I kept cursing in my heart: Smelly man, scumbag!

People who have daughters, why are they bothering me?

What a typical playboy, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot.

Shameless, obscene, perverted!

Feng Minghao didn't know what she was thinking, let alone that she would scold him and ignore her unfriendly eyes.

Zi Guzi said: "I'm just curious, why does Miss Han, who is beautiful and kind-hearted, not like children? Don't you think these children are like little angels, bringing you joy and happiness?"

There was a burst of laughter from the children in the kindergarten, as if in response to Feng Minghao's words.

Han Qiao clenched her hands tightly, her nails dug into her flesh, and there was faint blood seeping out, but she didn't feel any pain.

The children's laughter was like a spell, reaching her ears over and over again, making her whole body feel bad, as if she was in a cold pool, her body was shaking violently, and her lips were constantly trembling.

In fact, it's not that Han Qiao doesn't like children. She has always liked children. You can tell by looking at how she treats Xiaobao over the years.

Mu Yi'an sometimes stayed away from home for two or three days for work, so Xiaobao was left to her and Tang Xing to take care of him.

The nature of Tang Xing's work is special. He often travels on business, and when he is away, he leaves it to Han Qiao alone.

When Xiaobao was a child, she often changed his diapers, fed him milk powder, bathed him, and washed his clothes. She was very skillful in doing so.

It's just that she always gave Feng Minghao a bad feeling, causing him to misunderstand her.

Han Qiao was a little angry at Feng Minghao's aggressiveness, and said angrily in a bad tone: "Young Master Feng, everyone has their own ambitions. If you like children, you can have more with your lady.

Even if you give birth to ten or eight children, no one will say anything to you.

And I don’t like children, is it wrong? "