Chevrette chuckled in her heart, she was clearly speaking to her.

As soon as Zhanbei died, all the wings of the Zhan family hardened.

In the past, she despised Zhan Muting......

"I see." Xue Fu'er tightened her coat, "I just passed by to take a look, if it's okay, I'll go to the mourning hall first." ”

"Yes!"

Zhan Muting nodded respectfully and stepped aside to let Xue Fu'er leave.

Staring at her back, Zhan Muting's gaze became gloomy.

Preferably by accident, if intentional...... hurt Shuishui, he and her are incompatible!

"Husband!"

Hearing the delicate voice behind him, Zhan Muting retracted his gaze, changed his dark eyes to a gentle gaze, raised his hand to hold the little woman in his arms, and rubbed his chin against her head: "Didn't you say it before?" Stay away from her! ”

can squeeze out the mother of the third child and sit in the position of the hostess of the war family, you can imagine how deep the scheming is.

When he was about four or five years old, it was Ning Chu, the mother of the third child, who took him with him, and he was as good as his own son.

It's just that something like that happened later, and no one expected it.

He didn't believe that a woman as gentle as water would do such a thing.

So the third child came to the Zhanjia for the first time, and he tried his best to let him survive.

Seeing the third child always reminded him of Mrs. Ning Chu.

"She came in on her own." Zhan Mushui bit his lip with an innocent face.

"yes, I know." Zhan Muting nodded on her forehead, raised her hand to glance at the clothes on the sofa, and said softly: "Qiqi has had a relationship with you during this time, don't worry, she won't want you easily." ”

Zhan Mushui pursed her pink lips, it turned out that her husband knew what she was thinking!

"You're sleeping alone tonight, are you afraid?"

Keep a vigil for your father all night!

Zhan Mushui was stunned for a moment, his eyes were full of light, and his pleading gaze was clearly seen by Zhan Muting.

She's scared!

From the time she woke up to the present, he was by her side!

Zhan Muting shook his head helplessly, hugged her in his arms, and turned around and walked upstairs.

Lying on the soft big bed, watching Zhan Muting take off his coat and lie in, Zhan Mushui was stunned for a moment, and a pair of small hands pressed against his chest at a loss: "Husband, how are you-"

How did he lie down?

"I'll leave when you're asleep!"

Zhan Muting's big hand was enough to hold her small hands in the palm of her hand, and the warm touch hit, and Zhan Mushui couldn't help but rub a few closer to his arms.

"Husband......"

"Huh?" Zhan Muting kissed her cheek, waiting for her next question.

Zhan Mushui bit his lip, remembering what Madame Chevle had just said.

She said, "Actually, you weren't the wife of the pastor before......

She is not her husband's wife, who else will she be?

She always felt that something was wrong, but she didn't dare to ask!

She is very happy with her husband like this, and she is afraid to ask something.

In the end, Zhan Mushui shook his head, nestled his head in his arms, and fell asleep after a while.

Hearing her slow breathing, Zhan Muting gently pulled away, pulled the quilt over her, and kissed her: "Shui Shui, you will never leave me, right?" ”

"I love you!"

——

The next day, the funeral.

On the day of the funeral of the old man, the upper-class celebrities and businessmen who had intersections and dealings with the Zhan family, white and black, powerful and powerful, all came.

The three brothers of the Zhan family stood beside the ice coffin of the old soldier and bowed slightly to the people who came to mourn.

"Huo Lao arrives, Huo Shao arrives ......"

Hearing the voice, Si Nian raised his eyes slightly and looked at the two men who came in.