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Duan Yuhui's mind was very confused, he went straight to the study, and took out cigarettes one after another.

Reason is divided into two halves, half is denouncing Mu Zi's absurd remarks, and half is worried about his son's abnormalities.

There was a large cloud of soot piled up in the ashtray, and the impetuosity in my heart was not relieved in the slightest.

He was distraught, thought carefully for a while, opened the door and went to the dining room.

didn't approach, just stood in the distance, watching Zhuang Jia and Duan Siqi sitting at the table eating.

Duan Siqi refused to eat green vegetables, and Zhuang Jia said: "How can a child be a picky eater? Picky eaters will have pimples all over their faces, and you won't be able to be a handsome guy in the future! ”

Duan Siqi said confidently: "Sister, aren't you also a picky eater?" I see you pick out all the fat! ”

Zhuang Jia blushed and argued forcefully: "Fatty meat is not nutritious, you will gain weight if you eat it......"

"No, this is pork belly, the pork belly is like this, one layer of fat and one layer of skinny, one layer of thin and one layer of fat......"

"Oh, you kid, you're too smart to be liked!"

At the table, the two argued with each other, and the maid who delivered the food next to them couldn't help laughing, and was amused by the little master's fairy words from time to time.

Duan Siqi refused to eat vegetables no matter what, so he suddenly ran to the glass cabinet on the side, took out a bottle of wine without a trademark from it, and said, "Sister, if you can drink this, I will eat the vegetables." ”

The servant smiled and said, "Young master, please spare Miss Zhuang, she can't drink this wine, she will get drunk." ”

Duan Siqi pursed his lips, a little aggrieved.

Zhuang Jia couldn't bear it, and immediately said: "It's okay, I have a good amount of wine, this wine is not a problem!" Qiqi, you have to count when you speak! ”

Duan Siqi immediately raised a smile, ran over with a wine bottle, and poured wine for Zhuang Jia.

The palm-sized glass was poured about two-thirds of the way.

"You take a sip, if it's hard to drink, forget it." Duan Siqi looked at Zhuang Jia, his big eyes were full of expectation, and his appearance was very cute.

Zhuang Jia smiled: "One bite is nothing, I drink it all, you have to eat all the vegetables!" ”

"Okay." Duan Siqi nodded.

Zhuang Jia poured down the glass of wine in one gulp.

Duan Siqi really kept his promise and buried his head in eating the vegetables in his bowl.

Duan Yuhui, who was in the distance, saw this scene, and his thoughts were complicated and indescribable.

That bottle of wine is his private collection, and the stamina is very strong, and when he usually drinks it, he just takes a delicate small glass, pours half a glass, and slowly sipes it down.

Like Zhuang Jia, you have to be drunk.

If it was before, Duan Yuhui was only a child and was ignorant, but Mu Zi's words were nailed to his heart, as if his well-behaved son would lead him to think in that direction no matter what he did.

Duan Yuhui turned around and went back to the study, telling himself over and over again, don't be influenced by Mu Zi, don't be bewitched...... No......

He sat in his study for a long time.

Later, he heard a slight sound of talking outside.

"Sister, go this way......"

It was Duan Siqi's voice.

Duan Yuhui was slightly stunned, and then his heart tightened suddenly.

Could it be that Mu Zi is going to be said again?

He pursed his lips, his face becoming more gloomy, and then slowly got up, trying not to make a sound to open the door of the study—and then, he saw Zhuang Jia holding his head and staggering into his bedroom......

The governess also entered his room, and at that time he only thought that the other party was seducing, but what about Zhuang Jia?

Without Duan Siqi's guidance, Zhuang Jia wouldn't know which room was the master bedroom!

Duan Yuhui's heart was cold. It was like being submerged in the icy water of a lake, and his limbs were numb from the cold.

He didn't want to speculate on his favorite son with malice, but the scene in front of him had to make him think wildly.

Duan Yuhui walked out and walked to the bedroom door step by step.

His innocent son took a pair of scissors and cut off the buttons of Zhuang Jia's clothes one by one......

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