Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

  In any case, although Lu Yichen doesn't know much about it, it is clear that the relationship between Mo Zihan and Mo Jianming is somewhat delicate.

  At least so far, the information he has received is that Mo Zihan and Mo Jianming are similar to strangers. Mo Jianming is Mo Zihan's ATM. It is hard to see the deep friendship between the father and son.

  Of course, there is one more thing. Mo Zihan would be called out when he got into trouble: He is the son of Mo Jianming!

  Then the other party will let Mo Zihan die.

  Just like him now, if Mo Zihan is not Mo Jianming's son, he will certainly not spare him easily.

  Look at it now, he still has to be responsible for guiding him into the right path because of Mo Zihan’s father.

  Sure enough, everything has to be done in these years.

  Lu Yichen thought of his two little debt ghosts, who are extremely tolerant of Mo Zihan, he said: "I am a father too, if there is a son like you..."

  Lu Yichen paused, Mo Zihan was a little dazed to see him, not knowing why he suddenly said such a play.

  Furthermore, he has become a father, why do you still grab Xiaoju with yourself?

Lu Yichen found out that if his Chenchen is the same as Mo Zihan, he really wants to push him back into Jiajia’s stomach, but after all, he is his own son. He certainly wouldn’t be like Mo Jianming. The son died of exhaustion.

   "Mo Zihan, listen..." Lu Yichen grabbed him, his expression gloomy. "Think of your father when you kill someone for a moment's anger. Don't think that doing stupid things can attract his attention. No father likes a stupid son who will only cause trouble for himself."

  Of course, what Lu Yichen didn't say was that his son got into trouble, so he would definitely have to start cooking by himself.

   Once again warned that Xiaoyu and Chenchen must not be brought up like Mo Zihan, Lu Yichen asked patiently: "You care about your father?"

   "It's your shit! Ah-!"

  Mo Zihan covered his kicked stomach and shrank into a ball in pain, unable to scream.

"The last life surnamed Mo must have owed you a lot of debts." Lu Yichen's voice became colder. He couldn't directly tell that Mo Zihan had killed someone in advance. He could only sneer and warn a few words, hoping Mo Zihan Can listen to one or two. "If I were Mo Jianming's enemy, I would let you-Mo Jianming's only son kill, and then set up a monitoring and other forensics, pull Mo Jianming down, let me think about how to make you lose your mind and kill people? Dad is a bastard|How about a stick?"

"You—you—" Mo Zihan was about to get angry again, his eyes flushed with anger, and he was about to pounce viciously like a wolf cub, but he was stepped on the sole of his feet by Lu Yichen again, and he was miserable. Not to mention violence and injury, it is difficult to stand up.

   "Look, I can't help it anymore. As expected, the mud can't help the wall." Lu Yichen's eyes instantly turned cold, and the cold eyes suddenly swept towards Mo Zihan, as sharp as a knife.

  Mo Zihan stared at him with cold eyes when he wanted to curse.

   "It's nothing big." Lu Yichen didn't know who had called. He was speaking into the mobile phone at this time. He glanced at Mo Zihan on the ground as he spoke. "Come to Q University, near the library... That's not the case, the company has nothing to order, you come over and pick up your bad son..."

When Mo Zihan heard it, his eyes suddenly widened, staring straight at Lu Yichen, not daring to say a word, as if he had only discovered who he was, his mouth opened wide and he wanted to speak, and then he slammed his mouth tightly. It looks very funny.