Mr. Nie's daily marriage

Chapter 25 Good Morning's Combat Power Is Absolutely Inherited From His Father
Liang Muzhi didn't expect her son to notice it so easily, and she thought about signing him a random contract for a while.

However, his reaction was quiet and he didn't get angry.

Make her feel a little strange.

However, this doubt was resolved the moment she stepped into the house.

A room full of rotten balloons, rotten photos, cotton wadding...

On the table are all kinds of toy guns assembled by Good Morning himself, and the remote control cars are lined up. It feels like they just got off the battlefield, waiting for the next step of the officer.

All kinds of debris were scattered all over the place, it was like a shooting scene.

Xu Jinxi put his hands on his hips, looked at the mess all over the floor and sighed: "Morning's fighting power is definitely inherited from his father."

The corner of Liang Muzhi's mouth twitched, and he bit his lip hard. The man that night was indeed very fierce.

"Fourth brother..."

She lowered her head and was about to question a certain child, but found that the child had already fallen asleep in her arms, and her little hand was still clutching her collar.

An Xin's appearance instantly dispelled the dissatisfaction gathered in her heart.

She sighed secretly, she would never be able to cure this little ancestor.

Pretending not to see everything in front of him, he turned around and went up to the second floor to put the child on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Good Morning looks exhausted, motionless, and fast asleep.

Suddenly, he babbled: "Mom..."

The two simple words knocked Liang Muzhi's heart heavily.

She smiled lovingly, leaned over and kissed her son's forehead, "Don't worry, Mom is back."

Qiao Ning's eyes fainted with worry, "Are you pampering him too much?"

"There is no other mother in the world who raises her son like a brother." Xu Jinxi joked.

Liang Muzhi said lightly: "When I call Mom, I miss Dad. I don't want him to keep asking who Dad is. Let's go and let him have a good sleep."

After Liang Muzhi switched on and charged his phone, he closed the door and went downstairs to start tidying up.

Xu Jinxi put all the toy cars into the box, and then Liang Muzhi said just now: "That's what I said, but good morning is different from other children, he misses Dad, but he never says, Muzhi, you Didn't you think about going to find that man?"

"Stop it." Qiao Ning winked at her.

Liang Muzhi didn't take it seriously, she was able to face up to the incident of being raped back then, after all, she loves good morning, and without that accident, she wouldn't have good morning either.

Back then, her life was at a trough, and her son was the one who pulled her out of the trough, like the dawn of the morning, giving her hope again.

So, she named him Good Morning, a name full of vigor and hope.

She smiled, "Actually, I have looked for it."

"What?" Xu Jinxi put down the things in his hands, sat on the armrest of the sofa, and looked at her in surprise.

"Did you really go to that man?"

"Why am I lying to you? That's my son's father. I never knew him and couldn't justify it." Mu Zhi put a toy duck into a cardboard box.

She sighed, and said again: "It's a pity, my eyes hurt too much at that time, and I didn't have the energy to pay attention to the man's features. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it was useless."

Xu Jinxi pursed her red lips and said, "Didn't Ning Ning see someone running in?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Ning gave her a look, "It's too far away, and it's raining. I only saw figures, and I knew it was very high, but I didn't see the license plate number."

"Could it be someone from the Wang family?"

Liang Muzhi shook his head, "No, there is no one in the Wang family who meets the status, but there may be someone who came to mourn Wang Weilong."

Qiao Ning rested her index finger on her chin, her eyes suddenly became clear, "I thought about it."

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[After the second update, continue to ask for tickets~]

(End of this chapter)