Gu Zhiqingyan

Chapter 991 She's Not Mommy

Dongfang Jue didn't notice anything unusual.

During dinner, Mi Ziyue returned to the previous state, and Mi Ziyue circled around Dongfang Jue, as if Dongfang Mo, the son of Dongfang Mo, was not in his eyes at all.

Seeing Dongfang Jue's eyes glance at Dongfang Mo from time to time, she pretended to pick up a few chopsticks dishes for Dongfang Mo, all of which were spicy and not suitable for children, and Dongfang Mo didn't like to eat them.

Dongfang Mo didn't say anything, just took out what she picked up and put it on the plate without moving.

Dongfang Jue frowned.

Seeing that he was upset, Mi Ziyue immediately said, "Mo'er, you are too picky about food, why don't you eat what I made for you?"

"It's too spicy, I don't like it." Dongfang Mo said.

"Children can't be picky eaters, eat." Mi Ziyue ordered.

Dongfang Jue looked at Mi Ziyue in a daze.

Isn't she good at taking care of children?Over the past ten days, she has figured out Mo'er's eating habits, how could she force him to eat food that he doesn't like?
Dongfang Mo looked at Dongfang Jue.

Dongfang Jue said, "If you don't like it, don't eat it."

Mi Ziyue immediately echoed: "Okay, listen to your father."

Dongfang Mo didn't speak, took two mouthfuls of rice, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Daddy, I'm done."

Dongfang Jue nodded.

He slid off his chair and left the restaurant.

Dongfang Jue looked at his small back and frowned.

Mi Ziyue didn't care whether Dongfang Mo greeted her or not. The little light bulb left, and she was too happy to be happy.

"Ah Jue, what's your favorite food." She picked up vegetables for Dongfang Jue.

After dinner, Dongfang Jue received a call from Cheng Ziming.

"A Jue, I've been thinking about it for a day, and I still feel it's necessary to tell you." Cheng Ziming's voice was heavy.

"Zi Ming, Xiao Yue's personality is not very good, you should take it easy." Dongfang Jue said softly.

Cheng Ziming smiled helplessly: "You really have been poisoned by her. I'm fine, a big man, I don't care if she insults me a little bit. But she pinched Mo'er today, and her little arm was bruised , It hurts my heart to death.”

Dongfang Jue tightened his grip on the phone, and his eyes sank.

No wonder, in the past, Mo'er would throw herself on "Mi Ziyue" when she came back from school, but today she is very alienated.

Mi Ziyue would do something to Mo'er!
Dongfang Jue frowned tightly.

Cheng Ziming said again: "Ah Jue, don't only have your woman in your eyes, and care more about your son, otherwise you will forget it for me as an adoptee, and I will love him more than you. Don't disturb the two-person world between you and Mi Ziyue."

"Mo'er is very important to me." Dongfang Jue just said this.

He loves Dongfang Mo very much, he is his own son, how could he not care, he just hoped that he would be independent and self-reliant, and develop the habit from childhood.

On the surface, he doesn't control him very much, but in fact, he knows every move he does in school and what friends he has made with him.

Hearing what Dongfang Jue said, Cheng Ziming felt relieved, and the two chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.

Dongfang Jue glanced at the closed bathroom door, there was the sound of splashing water inside, and Mi Ziyue was taking a bath.

He turned and left the bedroom, went downstairs, and went to the kitchen himself.

Seeing him coming in person, the head chef was startled and stuttered.

"Jue...Master Jue...you...do you have any orders?"

"Cook a small bowl of shredded chicken noodles." Dongfang Jue said.

"Okay, okay." The head chef nodded hastily, "Master Jue...you...you go outside and wait, it will be ready soon."

Dongfang Jue turned around and went to the dining room, the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong sounded in the kitchen.

Dongfang Jue fell into deep thought.

After Mi Ziyue thought of everything, his personality changed completely, and he was the only one in his eyes.

When she didn't remember anything, Dongfang Jue hoped that she could remember, but now, he felt that when she actually didn't know anything, she was cuter.

So gentle, smiling like Mo'er, warm, he likes her like that.

After a while, the shredded chicken noodles were cooked, Dongfang Jue brought them upstairs and went to Dongfang Mo's room.

Knocking on the door, what was revealed was Dongfang Mo's childish and surprised little face.

Dongfang Jue walked in with the noodles, put them on the table, and said, "Mo'er, you didn't eat much just now, so come over and eat the noodles."

He is a child, growing, and cannot be hungry.

Dongfang Mo laughed, his eyes turned into crescent moons: "Thank you Daddy."

He sat down obediently and began to eat noodles: "It smells so good."

Dongfang Jue looked at him quietly, and he didn't speak until he finished eating.

"come over."

Dongfang Mo walked over.

Dongfang Jue pulled his arm without saying a word, and rolled up his sleeve. The left arm was smooth and white.

Dongfang Jue wanted to grab his right arm, but Dongfang Mo hid his arm back.

"Daddy, I'm full and it's getting late. I'm going to bed. Good night, Daddy."

"Stretch out." Dongfang Jue stared at him, his eyes were majestic and could not be refused.

Dongfang Mo had no choice but to obediently stretch out his arms and lower his head.

Dongfang Jue saw the bruises on his fair arms. After applying the medicine, it was not as obvious as in the morning, but there were still traces.

Dongfang Jue frowned: "Your mommy pinched it?"

Dongfang Mo asked without answering, "Uncle Cheng told you?"

Dongfang Jue nodded: "Yes."

After Mi Ziyue took a shower, she couldn't find Dongfang Jue anywhere. When she passed Dongfang Mo's children's room, she happened to hear the conversation between the two. She leaned sideways against the wall, her eyes darkened.

"Well, you Cheng Ziming, you dare to sue me."

She stood for a few seconds, then turned and went back to the bedroom.

In the children's room, Dongfang Mo lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes left a beautiful silhouette under the eyelids.

"Daddy, that person, she's not Mommy." He said softly.

"What did you say?" Dongfang Jue looked at him unexpectedly, thinking that he had an auditory hallucination.

Dongfang Mo raised his eyes, looked straight into his deep eyes, and said, "Mommy won't pinch me. Mommy knows what I like to eat, and also knows that children can't eat such spicy food... She is not."

Dongfang Jue's eyes were slightly deep.

After a few seconds of silence, he patted Dongfang Mo's head: "Don't think too much, your mommy must have been frightened last night..."

But even this reason could not convince Dongfang Jue herself.

When Mi Ziyue peeled the tiger's skin, her hands were covered with blood and the smell was overflowing, but her hands didn't even pause.

Where is the reaction of being frightened.

"Oh." Dongfang Mo didn't expect Dongfang Jue's reaction, he smiled, "Daddy, good night."

Dongfang Jue stood up and went back to the bedroom.

Mi Ziyue was wearing a dark purple suspender skirt, leaning on the bed, her body curve was obvious, the skirt only covered her buttocks, her long legs were slightly curved, and she was unusually attractive under the light.

Dongfang Jue felt that his breathing was getting heavier.

As soon as he closed the door, before he could walk over, Mi Ziyue jumped out of the bed barefoot, ran towards him in two or three steps, and jumped up, wrapping his legs around his waist.

"A Jue, I've been away for several years, do you miss me?" She winked like silk.

(End of this chapter)