MTL - My Cold Gentle Husband-Chapter 993 You said she is schizophrenic?

Si Yan ran out of the room with red face, just met the oriental ink that opened the door.

"Ink, early." The priest suppressed the instigation of his heart, walked over, kneel down, touched the small head of Oriental ink, and smiled softly.

Oriental ink smudged her for a few seconds, then slammed into her arms: "Mummy."

"Yeah." The priest held him up and stood up. "Go, let's go eat breakfast."

Oriental ink's hand clasped her neck tightly, staring at her for a moment.

Si Xiaoxiao: "How? You have heard it? Sorry Moore, I will not do such stupid things in the future, don't run. Don't worry, Mommy won't leave you."

Oriental ink just hugged her tightly.

The priest touched his little head: "Oh, Mommy's approach is wrong, and Moh can't learn to run away from home."

"Mummy." Oriental ink smiled and his eyes bent into crescents.

The mom who loves him is back.

The priest took him into the restaurant, gave him milk, and put a pair of saints, bacon, vegetables, and glutinous rice on his plate.

Oriental ink drank milk, and a circle of milk stains on his lips. He smiled and was very cute.

The priest wiped him off with a napkin.

When Dong Fang and Cheng Ziming walked into the restaurant, they saw this warm scene.

The deep bottom of the oriental dragonfly slipped through a smile.

Cheng Ziming is stunned: "Have she got the wrong medicine?"

The priest heard the words, went back and laughed: "Zi Ming, you are here, sit down."

Cheng Ziming saw the ghost look at her.

The priest's mind was on the oriental ink, and he did not notice his expression.

She patiently helped the oriental ink dish, the smile on her face was very soft, like a good wife and a good mother.

The Eastern **** took a shot and told him to sit down.

Cheng Ziming sat down directly opposite the priest and stared at her.

The priest finally felt his gaze, looked up at him, and subconsciously touched his face: "Zi Ming, what happened? Is there anything on my face?"

"Cough" Chengzi slammed back, and he smiled. "Hey, you are very beautiful today, you didn't find it?"

Secretary: ""

She lowered her voice and continued to take care of the oriental ink, ignoring Cheng Zi.

The oriental cockroach has been sitting there, no moving chopsticks, quietly looking at her side face, the corner of the lips can not help but hook.

Oriental ink to go to class, he left after breakfast.

The priest returned to the table and picked up the chopsticks for breakfast.

It was discovered that both Cheng Ziming and Dong Fang were staring at themselves.

"Auntie?" The priest looked strangely to the East.

The Oriental squat looked down at his injured arm: "Small, can you feed me?"

"Cough, cough, and cough" Cheng Ziming is drinking milk, and he has almost not been killed.

When was the famous grandfather so weak? People have to eat a meal.

Cheng Ziming looked at the priest, but did not expect SiGe to blush at him.

He is a whole man.

Just blush like this?

This eyes are indicating that he is going to hurry up this light bulb?

Cheng Ziming’s heart activity is not over yet, and he hears the voice of the East.

"Zi Ming, you have eaten, go out."

Cheng Ziming: "He only took a sip of milk. What is it to eat?"

auzw.com Cheng Zi’s belly was stunned. In the end, he stood up and left the restaurant.

The priest cheeks red, but still scalp the bowl and feed the porridge.

After all, he was injured because of her.

The oriental cockroach looked at her blushing look, and her heart moved so much. He took her arm and put the spoon into the porridge bowl. The bowl fell on the table. When the force was on, the priest plunged into his arms.

"Auntie" was wrapped in a strong masculinity, and the priest pushed him in a panic.

The oriental handcuffs wrapped around her soft waist. In the area, she sat on his lap, and the priest was red, and immediately got up, but the man was firmly holding the waist.

She stared at him with a squint, shy eyelashes constantly shaking.

"Little 苒" Oriental 珏 gaze at her, the heart of the chest is uncontrollably mad.

"Auntie, I, you," the priest was nervous and incoherent.

Oriental 珏眸 炙 | hot, slowly hang down, cover her lips.

"唔" is a spirit, and her hand pushes the man's chest.

The big palm of the Oriental scorpion was slightly forced, and the bodies of the two men were immediately spliced ​​together, and the priest's hand climbed onto his shoulder.

His brows are slightly raised, and the kiss is from shallow to deep.

The priest's mind was full of paste, but he leaned in his arms in accordance with his instincts and endured his kiss.

"cough"

Cheng Zi went back and saw this scene, and he was almost killed by his own saliva.

When the priest was awake, she pushed open the oriental cockroach, slid down from his lap, and ran out of the restaurant quickly, and did not dare to look at Cheng Zi.

Cheng Zi is leaning against the door frame, and he is arrogant and arrogant: "Excuse me."

After that, he turned and wanted to go.

Behind him came the sound of the Oriental gnashing teeth: "Get in."

Cheng Zijing shrugged and walked in. He opened the chair and sat down, grabbing the bacon with his hand.

The Oriental cockroaches looked at him with a look, and licked the lower lip corner. Some of the sweet kisses were just remembered, but they did not forget the business.

"What did you find out?" he asked.

Cheng Ziming grabbed the grapes and fed them into his mouth. He said: "The nephew is today and yesterday."

"Do you think so?" Dongfang Yu confirmed his thoughts.

"Is this nonsense? Is it obvious?" Cheng Zi said.

One is so violent, swearing, and annoying.

One is so gentle and cute, people can't help but want to pamper.

The difference is huge, and the blind can see it.

Oriental dagger: "One is rice, one is priest."

"What do you mean?" Cheng Ziming wanted to grab a handful of food and twisted his eyebrows to look at the East.

"What do you think?" Dongfang did not answer.

Cheng Ziming and his confrontation, after a few seconds, he was surprised: "You mean, in fact, yesterday and today is not a person, the two are exactly the same, yesterday was Mi Zizhen, today is the priest?"

"It's a person."

"Well?" Cheng Ziming was confused.

The Eastern slang is a heavy voice: "Is it a child, has schizophrenia heard?"

"Hey!"

The chair slid across the floor, making a harsh sound, and Cheng Ziqi almost fell off the chair.

He opened his eyes in horror: "Auntie, do you mean that the scorpion has schizophrenia?"

Dongfang nodded. "If my guess is correct, the person who was with me five years ago is Mi Zizhen, and the one I met at the wedding that day was the priest, so she didn't know me at all, and didn't know me. Born a child."

So the results of the paternity test came out, she was the same as stupid, the doctor said that she had a child, she kept tears.

Thinking of this, the heart of Dongfang’s heart was slightly hurt. At that time, she must be desperate.