Chapter 17 The Son Betrayed Himself?

Qing Yuxuan frowned, and in Kuropupil, which was as deep as the sea, there were layers of intriguing: "Are you sure he can?" Ou Jiaman glanced at Huo an, who was taking her baby daughter's temperature and moving gently, and her delicate and charming red lips showed a touch of relief. "He is the family doctor of Chenchen and Beckham." A short sentence confirmed the importance of Huo an in her heart. Qing Yuxuan frowned more tightly, he suddenly felt that he was... some jealous of the existence of Huo an. Driven by Qu Jiaman, Qing Yuxuan could only leave her daughter's room. His Kuropupil scanned himself. When he found the photos of the two children, Qing Yuxuan immediately walked over and saw the two babies laughing happily in the photos. He had to admit that Ou Jiaman took good care of them. Just... seeing photos of Huo an holding two children one after another, Qing Yuxuan's jealousy became more and more intense. Clearly he is the father of the children, why can he be so close to the children? It seems that I should think about how to replace his position in the minds of the two children. The fox's cunning calculation condensed in Qing Yuxuan's eyes. An hour later, Huo an and Ou Jiaman both walked out of the room and saw the pictures of them talking and laughing. Qing Yuxuan's brow was somewhat more unhappy. It seems that this woman seems to have forgotten the "agreement" between her and herself. "You didn't leave?" Seeing Qing Yuxuan sitting on the sofa, Ou Jiaman was somewhat surprised. After all, one hour is a symbol of money for a "big shot" like him. Qing Yuxuan picked up the coffee in front of him, took a graceful sip, and sipped lightly with his thin lips: "My daughter is not feeling well, how can I leave safely?" Ou Jiaman's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he walked directly to the front of him. He was sitting on the sofa like a big uncle, drinking coffee, and Ou Jiaman's lips flashed a touch of sarcasm. "Don't you think it's rude to make coffee and hold the president so freely in other people's homes?" Qu Jiaman sarcastically said. Qing Yuxuan's dark eyes were engraved with a smile on his lips. "My son cooked it." My son cooked it? Qu Jiaman's face was full of accidents. Isn't that smelly boy disgusted with this biological father? Didn't you stress to yourself again and again that he was not so good? Could it be that in just one hour, it was turned against? "Mom, is my sister better?" District Zichen came out of the kitchen with the freshly cut fruit and asked with a face of concern. Seeing that he actually put the fruit in front of Qing Yuxuan, Qu Jiaman was even more angry. She went directly to her son's front, sipped her red lips into a straight line, and had a strong displeasure: "You said that you will only serve your mother and sister in this life, he is..." Qu Jiaman glanced at Qing Yuxuan sitting on the sofa, and his red lips slowly spit out two words. "Outsiders." Say that finish this sentence of Ou Jiaman, also a face of pride at Qing Yuxuan, cast a provocative eyes. Qing Yuxuan's corners of the mouth, across a calm smile, meaning unknown Kuropupil, fell on Ou Zichen, thin lips gently opened: "You have educated the children very well, and my son's ability to take care of people makes me sure that you... have not helped anything in life, and may even give him... a drag." Damn it, it hit the nail on the head, even poison tongue.