A few hours passed, and Lu Moqing's bad mood was not alleviated at all, and his mind was full of Qiao Xu's gentle appearance when he shouted a man's baby, which was simply torturing his brain nerves.

Standing in front of the window with the red wine in his hand, the bright and spacious floor-to-ceiling windows reflect his slender figure, and the seemingly cold eyes are precipitated with long-standing melancholy.

The knobly jointed fingers pinched the pillar of the goblet just right, and the fingertips were faintly forced, as if they were about to crush the slender goblet.

Remembering the avoidance and weakness in her eyes when she asked Qiao Xu who the man was, it stimulated Lu Moqing's uncontrollable nerves more and more.

He picked up his glass and poured half a glass of red wine in one go, but instead of extinguishing the flickering flame in his chest, it made the fire burn more vigorously.

His eyes touched the mobile phone on the glass table at hand, and he picked up the phone to call Qiao Xu, but just about to dial, he realized that he didn't know Qiao Xu's contact information at all.

As soon as Xiao Qiao was tired of playing with his grandfather, he was sent back by the old man, Qiao Xu covered him with a quilt, stared at the familiar eyebrows and eyes that made her trance, and sighed for a while.

"Do you plan to tell Mo Qing about the child?"

Lin Jingshu looked at the amazement that Qiao Xu's eyebrows inadvertently revealed, and knew that she didn't really put Lu Moqing down.

"The child is mine, what does it have to do with Lu Moqing?"

Qiao Xu's face changed imperceptibly, and there was a faint rejection between his words.

"He is the trumpet Lu Moqing, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is Lu Moqing's son, do you think you can deceive Lu Moqing?"

Lin Jingshu didn't give Qiao Xu a chance to escape, and said: "Lu Moqing is not a fool, as long as he sees one by one, he can think that it is his son, and you still plan to hide one by one for the rest of your life?" ”

"What if it's his son? Just a seed, does he want to snatch my son away? ”

Qiao Xu's emotions suddenly became excited.

But there was a little more panic in her eyes, as if she was afraid that Lu Moqing would really snatch her son away from her.

Thinking that the son he gave birth to desperately finally cheapened Lu Moqing, Qiao Xu's heart struggled and hurt terribly.

But after all, she Qiao Xu is not a good-for-nothing woman, and it is not so easy for Lu Moqing to snatch her son from her.

She took a deep breath and comforted herself.

******

Although Qiao Xu kept telling herself in her heart that Lu Moqing would not find out about the existence of her son, and even if she did, he would not want this son, but what her mother said last night still affected her.

"Bang-"

The sudden loud noise pulled Qiao Xu back from the distraction just now, and his car had already crashed into the black Maybach that stopped in front of him.

"Oops."

She frowned, muttered, hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, and turned back to Xiao Qiao in the back seat of the car: "Baby, sit obediently, Mommy will be back soon." ”

got out of the car and walked to the front car, and the driver of the other party had already stepped out of the car, with a little dissatisfaction on his upright and resolute face.

"I'm sorry, sir."

She glanced at the valuable Maybach in front of her, the tail had been knocked out of a big hole by her, looked at the driver in front of her apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now, I'm really sorry." ”