Little cute Mommy, where did she go?

"I'm not leaving, you eat obediently." Si Nian rubbed the two balls on the top of the little guy's head and said with a smile.

Zhan Qiqi obediently opened his mouth, and after taking a bite of tofu, a big smile appeared on his face.

"Mommy."

The little one's body rubbed in her arms, and if she didn't know that she hadn't given birth to a child, she would have doubted that she really had a daughter.

"Good baby."

Hearing Si Nian's voice, Zhan Muqing's gaze moved from Zhan Qiqi's body to her face, and her face was ugly inch by inch.

Why is it so similar?

But he was sure that the woman in front of him was really not Xiao Qi.

She died, was shot in the head, and died right in front of him.

Thinking of the girl's painful struggle before she died, Zhan Muqing's forehead broke out in cold sweat, and her body became shaky.

Bang –

The chair behind him was hit by Zhan Muqing, making an earth-shattering sound, and Si Nian and Zhan Qiqi were both frightened.

"Zhan Muqing?" Si Nian looked at Zhan Muqing strangely, and said puzzledly: "Are you okay?" ”

Zhan Muqing looked at her deeply, didn't speak, and directly pulled the door and left.

Si Nian frowned, this bastard man is really uncertain.

Si Nian put Zhan Qiqi to sleep in the room, then rubbed his sore neck and walked out of the room, ready to leave.

A large hand suddenly reached out and dragged her into the next room.

Bang –

Si Nian's body slammed into the hard door frame, and the next second, the hot body held her against her, unable to move.

She almost burst into tears of pain.

The room was pitch black, and Si Nian bit his tongue nervously when he thought of what happened in the hotel that day.

"War Muqing ......"

Si Nian struggled, although she couldn't see the face of the man in front of her clearly, she could smell the faint smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body, and even a trace of the smell she couldn't tell.

It seems to smell of medicine!

Isn't Zhan Muqing sick?

It's really bad to drink when you're sick.

"Don't move."

At this moment, Zhan Muqing's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, sounding extremely fragile and helpless.

Si Nian was slightly stunned, his body stiffened, and he said tentatively: "Zhan Muqing, you ......"

"I didn't mean to."

What wasn't intentional?

Si Nian was completely at a loss, what did Zhan Muqing want to do?

"I'm sorry ......"

Si Nian was hugged to death by Zhan Muqing, and he couldn't breathe.

When he was drunk, he hugged her and went crazy.

"You're drunk." Si Nian broke free of his hand, dragged him to the side of the bed with great effort, and threw him directly.

"Bastard."

Si Nian looked at the man's face, rubbed his red wrist, and felt a fire in his heart.

Si Nian retracted his gaze and was about to call someone in to guard Zhan Muqing.

But before she could move her steps, Zhan Muqing suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

The body fell into his arms without warning, and the man rolled over and crushed her under him.

"Little Seven...... I'm sorry. ”

Listening to Zhan Muqing's drunken voice, Si Nian frowned and tilted his head to the side.

Little Seven?

Is it Qiqi?

Why is Zhan Muqing sorry for the cutie?

Si Nian wanted to struggle away, but the strength of this man's hand was so strong that not only did she not break free, but let Zhan Muqing hug her tighter.

Staring at the man in front of him, the anger in Si Nian's heart suddenly came up.

Reached into his shirt and pinched his flesh hard.

Si Nian originally took revenge, but who knew that Zhan Muqing's waist did not have a trace of fat at all, but it made her hand hurt.