My Previous Fraternal Twins

Tang Wanrou's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. She quickly got up and took Mo Zichen's hand and said, "Zichen, you should believe me. This child is yours. How can I do something sorry for you."

She looked at the ink with some guilty conscience. Shi Chen continued: "what's more, if I wanted to betray you, I wouldn't be with you when you were still in a coma, let alone tell mom that there was such a good way."

"Oh, let's do a paternity test. I only believe this now." Mo Zichen didn't turn his face and looked out.

His eyes were cold into the bone marrow.

Tang Wanrou took a breath and bit her lips.

Right now.

The master mother of Mohism also brought a group of people here.

As she walked, she said to the man behind her: "look, Tang Wanxin killed my grandson. What should I do about it?"

Mo Zehai stood beside Rong Wanxian with a black face. He was angry and said, "Tang Wanxin, what does she want to do? She wants to fight against heaven in the Mohist school before she has passed the door!"

"She doesn't rely on someone from the Mohist school to support her. Otherwise, how could a foreign woman dare to be so arrogant." Rong Wanxian said to sang zhaohuai.

"I'm not finished with her," said Mo Zehai coldly.

After so many years, he finally expected a son. As a result, Tang Wanxin beat him back to his original shape.

Mo Zehai just handed out a new banquet invitation a few days ago. Seeing that the day was approaching, the child didn't.

Where to put his face.

Rong Wanxian grasped this point of Mo Zehai and came to suppress Tang Wanxin at this time.

Su Qizhi doesn't think so.

She stretched out her hand and put it behind the Moze sea. In a soft voice, she said, "don't worry, sir. Make things clear before you get angry. What if there's something inside."

Su Qi said as she glanced at Rong Wanxian.

"What do you mean? Can I cheat the master?" Rong Wanxian said unhappily.

"Don't get me wrong, sister. I just kindly remind the master that I don't want the master to misunderstand a good man, or let any bad man go. That's all. There's no other meaning." Su Qizhi explained coyly.

Mo Zehai listened quietly to their dialogue and recognized Su Qizhi's idea more and more.

Several people said as they walked.

Before long, he came to Tang Wanxin's side.

Rong Wanxian didn't pay attention. Pointing to Tang Wanxin's back, she scolded: "Sir, what are the children tortured by Tang Wanxin?"

Tang Wanxin turned around with the child, looked at Rong Wanxian, and asked with a gentle smile, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Rong Wanxian was slightly stunned.

She stared at Tang Wanxin with some disbelief, holding the child playing in her arms.

A long time later.

Mo Zehai asked Rong Wanxian coldly, "this is what you said. Tang Wanxin abused the child? Isn't the child good? What can't die?"

After hearing the speech, Rong Wanxian looked back and said to herself, "well, what's going on? Hasn't the child stopped breathing? Why..."

"As a housewife, you have made many mistakes in the Mohist family. I think for the sake of our husband and wife for many years, you have bypassed you again and again, but this time you joke about the child's life and slander your daughter-in-law. It seems that I have to reconsider being a housewife." Mo Zehai's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Rong Wanxian with a touch of coldness.