Billionaire Love Marriage: Goodnight, My Wife Lord

An Xiaoxi saw the handsome uncle in front of her mother. It seems that her father finally found it!

She ran towards anjingchuan excitedly!

Mom said, dad is very handsome and good-looking, so this handsome uncle must be dad!

An Xiaoxi went over, hugged an Jingchuan's long legs, raised his lovely and beautiful little face, although it was a little yellow, and looked at him.

"Dad, Dad, you're my father, aren't you?"

"Dad! Shall we fly a big plane to pick up brother Dabao and sister Qingqing? "

An Jingchuan looked at the little yellow haired girl holding his trouser legs. Although she was worn, her face had an unspeakable cordiality.

In short, let him not hate, the feeling in his heart is strange and strange.

"Children, I'm not your father."

An Jingchuan squatted down and looked at the little girl who was only three years old in front of her. Her bright and watery eyes looked very much like

He looked up and stood aside, looking at his Ji Luoqing.

Very much like her.

So, needless to say, I know it's this woman's child.

"No! You are, my mother said, my father is the most handsome, the best looking and the best man to her in the world! " An Xiaoxi said with her big black pearl eyes, blinked and looked at him.

"I really am not. But I also have a daughter who is only one year old. " An Jingchuan rubbed her yellow hair and thought of his daughter. He looked at her with pity.

Unexpectedly, he said so.

Ann Xiaoxi cried out, which was heard all over the street.

"Mom! Dad said he had a daughter. Sobbing, who am I? " An Xiaoxi cried sadly and rushed to find Ji Luoqing.

Ji Luoqing bent down to pick up her daughter and rubbed her tearful face. "Xi Xi doesn't cry. Without my father, I don't have a grandmother and uncle. My mother will take you back tomorrow."

Then she looked at an Jingchuan, who stood up. For a moment, her heart was intertwined with love and hate.

Hate is not, scold is not.

"Stop."

An Jingchuan raised his eyebrows and shouted to Ji Luoqing, who was ready to leave.

"Don't think you can cover up your crime by pulling a child as a shield. How are you going to pay for beating me and making my clothes like this? "

Ji Luoqing, who had turned away, heard Yan hum and smiled, held an Xiaoxi in her arms and turned to an Jingchuan.

Rayson, who was standing by, was a little anxious. He didn't know who to help for a while.

"Jing Shao, she..."

"Shut up and think about what I asked you just now. Think about it before you talk."

An Jingchuan stopped him in a cold voice, and his ink eyes half squinted at the arrogant 'village girl' in front of him.

"Well, how do you want me to compensate?"

Ji Luoqing blinked and asked him.

An Jingchuan said faintly, "compensate according to the price."

"Oh, but I have no money. My daughter and I haven't even had dinner! I don't even know where to stay at night. Why don't you help us for one night and I'll pay you back tomorrow? "

Ji Luoqing is telling the truth. Ouyangjun spent all his money, accommodation and meals.

"Do you think I'm the wrong head? Why should I help you? Give me a reason. " An Jingchuan looked at the woman who couldn't breathe, as if he should have been bullied by her.

Ji Luoqing drooped her eyes and the scar flashed in her eyes. "You really don't remember who I am?"

"I don't remember. I've never known a rude and corrupt village girl like you. "

An Jingchuan glanced at her dirt to slag clothes. Even women in rural areas now wear better than her, right?

"What did you say about me? I... my village aunt? "

Ji Luoqing puts down her daughter in her arms and takes a step forward. She has to move forward again. Anjingchuan subconsciously frowns and steps back, pulling Larson in front of her.

"Miss Ji... Jing Shao, he..."

Rayson said in embarrassment.

Ji Luoqing thought of what Larson had just said to her, breathed a sigh, swallowed her resentment, picked up Ann Xiaoxi on the ground and strode towards the roadside.

Stopped a taxi.

"Wait, Miss Ji..."

Relson couldn't help but walk quickly to the taxi.

Although jingshao doesn't remember, he remembers that there are some things he must ask for an Jingchuan.

"Miss Ji, who is she?"

Larson whispered.

Ji Luoqing helped her daughter gather her scattered hair and wiped the tears off her face, "my daughter."

Larson was surprised for a moment and asked in a very light voice.

"Jing Shao? Or? "

But Ji Luoqing gave him a cold look.

"What do you think?"

Nonsense, if she has given birth to other children, why does she come back to anjingchuan?

With that, Ji Luoqing ordered the driver to drive.

After the mother and daughter leave.

Rayson also got on the car with an Jingchuan.

An Jingchuan in the back seat lit a cigarette and looked at Larson driving in front of him. "Have you figured out how to answer? Who was that village girl just now? "

Larson was silent. The village girl, it's your life.

After thinking for a long time, he sighed and said.

"Huijing Shao, the woman just now, yes, is your ex-wife..."

Hearing the speech, an Jingchuan immediately frowned and reached out and grabbed Larson's collar, "what are you talking about? When did I have an ex-wife? "

"Jing Shao, calm down. At that time, your ex-wife was washed away by the flood. You were too sad and may have forgotten that memory. So I don't remember, but the woman just now is really your ex-wife... "

Rayson told the truth.

He knew that as soon as Ji Luoqing appeared, it represented a subversive moment, which was coming.

An Jingchuan, who regards Ji Luoqing as his life, will soon remember even if he forgets it for a short time.

Because he is an Jingchuan.

An Jingchuan can't really forget the woman's name engraved in his bones!

He loves too deeply and has too strong willpower. Otherwise, how could he have searched all over the experienced hypnotists and exhausted all kinds of methods to seal his memory?

Now, Ji Luoqing has come back with her children. Rayson knows better than anyone what he has proved.

In that case, why not tell him from the beginning?

"Rayson, do you know what you're talking about?"

An Jingchuan said in a deep voice, his face as gloomy as ink.

"Larson knows that we all thought Miss Ji was dead before, so no one dared to mention it in front of you. But now it's different, because miss Ji is back! "

Larson said responsibly.

"According to your meaning, the little girl just now is my daughter?" An Jingchuan said with a cold face.

If what Larson said is true.

He wondered what his taste was and how he could marry such a rude woman?