Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 55 Call Dad!
As she said that, she leaned over and opened the car door, with a hint of impatience between her brows: "Get out of the car and go back to the kindergarten."

Jin Moumou completely ignored Song Qiyan's unwelcome, pulled the seat belt and tied it to his body, and grinned with his watermelon head up: "Damn it, let's drive, so-and-so is going home!"

Song Qiyan hit the back of the seat with the back of his head with a headache, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm down the anger accumulated today.

This little boy is now a knife in his heart, and every time he looks at the tip of the knife, it penetrates an inch deeper into his heart.

But he couldn't say anything more vicious to this little brat, who told him to be the child of the woman he loves!

So there was no suspense in the final result, Song Qiyan chose to compromise and drove Jin XX back.

As soon as he returned to the villa area, Song Qiyan took the lead in stuffing Jin XX into the Jin family's villa, then drove the car into the garage, and went into the villa by himself, complaining and drinking.

It wasn't long before he was interrupted by a doorbell.

Song Qiyan opened the door and saw Lun standing at the door, too lazy to speak, and went straight back to the house.

Lun, who was behind him, complained dissatisfied at the door: "Brother, why did you leave your son outside? What if I didn't see him and brought him back and was abducted?"

son?Song Qiyan narrowed his confused eyes and looked over. Jin Moumou was poking his head from behind Lun En and looking around the room. He turned his head and made a playful grimace.

Didn't you send it home?Why did he sneak under his nose after doing it for a long time?

Song Qiyan supported his forehead in depression, while Jin over there pretended to be a good baby, and let Lun bring him into the house with kisses and hugs, and put his chubby body on the sofa.

"Brother, you have such a big child, why didn't you tell me and mom?"

Lun cast a reproachful glance at Song Qiyan, who was still drinking red wine, and then hugged Jin Moumou into his arms for another burst of kisses, his eyes full of emotion and envy: "Brother, your son is so beautiful!"

"Miss, why are your eyes blue?"

At some point, Jin kicked off his tiger-toed leather shoes and stood on the fabric sofa.

Holding Lun's face in a pair of small hands, his eyebrows flickering up and down like a small fan, and his black glass-like eyes stared at Lun's innocently and curiously: "It looks like a gem that so-and-so likes!"

When Lun heard this, two hearts almost appeared in his eyes. He was both excited and shy, and coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Baby, I'm wrong, I'm your aunt!"

"Hang kick?" Jin Moumou scratched his watermelon head and tilted his peach-shaped face: "What is it?"

"Ah - the baby is so cute, Aunt likes you so much!"

Lun couldn't stop hugging Jin Moumou and refused to let go, wishing to shrink him into a pocket and take him away.

Song Qiyan raised his head and glanced at Jin Moumou, who was trying to be obedient, and snorted lightly: This kid can pretend, but he doesn't know who he looks like.

Jin Moumou seemed to sense Song Qiyan's disdain, and turned his face away in Lun En's arms with difficulty.

He thought he was secretly winking at Song Qiyan provocatively, that cunning energy was completely inherited from someone.

It's a pity that someone still doesn't know it yet, but just blindly depressed.

Lun En didn't notice his brother's low mood, he only focused on chatting with Jin Moumou: "How old is the baby?"

Jin Moumou stretched out four fleshy fingers, and shook in front of Lun En: "The real age is three years old, and the false age is four years old!"

"Baby is so smart at such a young age, he will be as powerful as Daddy when he grows up!"

Song Qiyan glanced at the flamboyant Lun, and interjected impatiently: "What are you talking about? Where did you just bring this child back to me?"

Lun En, who was originally in high spirits, couldn't understand when Song Qiyan said it. He looked at Jin Moumou in a daze, and then pointed to the fence separating the two houses outside the window: "That's...that's where I hugged it—"

"You took someone else's child here without authorization. What if his family members are in a hurry because they can't see the child?"

"Huh?" Lun finally understood Song Qiyan's words, but his disappointment could not be concealed: "This is not your child, it made me like it for nothing, what a cute baby, then I will send it back."

"So-and-so told my aunt when she came out." A certain little ghost suddenly added with understanding.

Song Qiyan's face turned dark immediately, and he pursed his lips tightly and stared at Jin Moumou.

Lun yelled as if he had discovered a new world: "Brother, isn't this your baby? But you really seem to be, especially when you are so serious—"

"I've already said no..." Song Qiyan was stunned when he was halfway through his rebuttal.

As if he was suddenly hit by an electric current, his Adam's apple twitched, but he couldn't speak.

Seeing Song Qiyan's sluggish look, Lun worried for a while: "Brother, are you okay?"

"How old did he say just now?" After a long time, Song Qiyan's dry and hoarse voice was heard from his throat.

Lun noticed that Song Qiyan had been staring intently at Jin who was playing with his head down, but he repeated Jin's words: "The real age is three years old, but the imaginary age... what are you doing, brother!"

Lun exclaimed in surprise, he couldn't believe that Song Qiyan would get up suddenly, and rushed into the bathroom by picking up Jin XX's back collar with lightning speed.

"Weird Shushu, bad Shushu, let go of so-and-so!"

In front of the huge wall mirror in the bathroom, Song Qiyan put Jin Moumou, who was struggling hard, on the washstand, then fixed the head that was shaking from side to side, and forced Moumou to look into the mirror with himself.

The little man in the mirror raised his eyebrows slightly, and his small mouth was pursed because of displeasure. The outline of his eyebrows and eyes was [-]% similar to his own. He also had brown hair, which belonged to the genes of a mixed race.

Song Qiyan's hands trembled uncontrollably, with an indescribable feeling in his heart, a kind of joy of regaining what was lost, but more of a disbelief, and he kept muttering: "Mine, mine, mine... "

"So-and-so? So-and-so is going home..." Jin looked timidly at the distraught man behind him.

Lun, who was chasing after the door, was out of breath: "What's going on, brother?"

Song Qiyan was immersed in his own thoughts, holding Jin Moumou's hand harder and harder.

Thinking of the lingering night four years ago, thinking of her leaving without saying goodbye, thinking of passing by in the past four years——

Slowly closing his eyes and trying to calm down the turbulent emotions, that woman Jin Ziqi is really a jerk!

Thinking of Jin Ziqi's previous blind date with another man, Song Qiyan trembled with anger. Does this hateful woman still want his child to be called someone else's father?

(End of this chapter)