Chapter 5

Mu Xiyan couldn't figure out what was going on with this man, so she had to put down the child in her arms and squat down, confirming with her every day in a soft voice.

"Every day, he's your father, isn't he?"

"Well."

Seeing nodding every day, Mu Xiyan was relieved.

"Then you should go back with your father. Don't run around alone. It's very dangerous. Do you know?"

For such a big child, it's no problem to recognize his father and mother. If the child is handed over to his father, he will be regarded as retired after success.

Finish saying is about to get up to leave, a pair of small hands but dead grasp her skirt, said nothing would not let go.

"Mom, every day is very good, you don't go, don't don't every day..."

The little guy blinked and blinked, and the tears that had just coaxed back seemed to be coming back soon.

Little Moyan always cries every day. How can she look so sad.

Looking at the man sitting there, or so cold looking at her, even the posture has not changed, completely ignored the meaning of the child.

Mu Xiyan this time also came to temper, speaking of words, tone also accentuated a lot.

"Sir, please take good care of your children. In this way, I am troubled."

When people around him heard the news, they looked at them one after another, and even some people began to point to them in a low voice, which made Mu Xiyan more uncomfortable.

Finally, the man finally stood up from his position. The height difference was invisible, which brought Mu Xiyan a huge sense of oppression.

Intuition told her that this man is a character that can't be provoked, and he must stay away from him.

Thinking of this, she hesitated again, and could only be cruel. She broke the skirt out of her little hands every day and coaxed it softly.

"I'm good every day. If my aunt has something else to do, I'll go first."

After saying that, she did not wait to promise every day, but turned around to leave. However, the next second, the huge force directly pulled her back, and even stepped back two steps, directly hitting the arms of her descendants.

The man's big hands like pincers clamped her arm, so that she could not get rid of it. A faint smell of tobacco came from her breath.

"Want to go?"

The man's magnetic voice came from the top of her head, and the heat beat on her ear, making her instantly stiff.

"I Sir, please let me go. I don't know you... "

After returning to God, Mu Xiyan struggled again with an embarrassed blush on her face.

Hearing her say so, the man's voice suddenly sank a few minutes, cold with a faint anger.

"Every day, you are his mother."

This sentence suddenly stabbed the deepest part of Mu Xiyan's heart. No matter what other people here think, Mu Xiyan breaks away from the man's arms, and her voice is much louder.

"Sir, I said, I don't know you at all!"

Didn't she want the child to be her, so that she would not have to repeat the nightmare and listen to the baby's painful and gripping cry.

She has tried her best to suppress herself and not allow herself to lose her temper. Why does this man just refuse to let herself go and just drag herself to be his son's mother?

"My name, Yan Chen."

For mu Xiyan's appearance of nearly collapse, the man seems indifferent, but simply introduces himself, is still a pair of indifferent attitude.

Seeing his appearance, Mu Xiyan only felt that she just looked like a clown, letting her own collapse, and the other side still how to do.

She didn't know who they mistook her for, but she didn't really want to be a mother.

"Mr. Yan, you really know the wrong person. I have something else to do. I have to go first."

Leaving this sentence, Mu Xiyan ran out of the restaurant in a hurry.

She could even feel that her eyes were staring at her, and the feeling that she was about to be burned made her more afraid to stop.