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C25 When His Air

Mu Qinghuan glanced at Ji Chenyuan. She felt like the fire in her chest was going to set her heart on fire. She said coldly, "It's getting late. You should get busy."

Hsing frowned slightly and subconsciously reached out to grab Ji Chenyuan's sleeve.

"I'm not busy." Ji Chenyuan said indifferently as he bent over to pick up Hsing.

Mu Qinghuan glared at the man with eyes that seemed to spew fire.

"If you want to be busy, then do it." Before she could say anything, Ji Chenyuan added a sentence in a very easy manner.

Mu Qinghuan: "…"

A mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

This man really did have ill intentions. He always wanted to separate from her so that he could monopolize her son!

"I'm not busy either! I've already gotten off work! "

"Then let's go to the amusement park together!" Hsing wrapped his arms around Ji Chenyuan's neck and suggested with gleaming eyes.

Previously, when he went to the amusement park with Boss Mu, the other children there were brought along by his mother.

He had long been envious, and now he could also take his parents and mother to the amusement park with him!

Mu Qinghuan immediately tried to find an excuse to reject.

However, Ji Chenyuan was faster than her by a step, "Ok."

Mu Qinghuan: "…"

Mu Qinghuan took a deep breath, trying her best to calm her surging emotions. Otherwise, she would feel like she was going to explode.

She was a good mother. She had to show restraint in front of her child. She couldn't scare him …

Mu Qinghuan kept brainwashing herself.

Helpless, he followed his excited son to Ji Chenyuan's Maybach.

After getting on the car, Mu Qinghuan directly sat at the seat closest to the door and was about to carry her son onto her lap.

"Boss Mu …" "I, I want to sit in the middle. I don't need to sit on Boss Mu's lap anymore when I grow up!" Hsing said. His baby fat face was slightly red.

As soon as he found his father, Hsing couldn't help but want to get closer to Ji Chenyuan.

But he still worried about Mu Qinghuan, afraid that she would be unhappy, so he resisted the urge to sit on Ji Chenyuan's lap and asked to sit between the two of them.

Mu Qinghuan's body froze. She still felt a little sad, but the way she looked at Ji Chenyuan was even more hostile.

It's all his fault!

He had just appeared in front of his son, and he had already snatched away a portion of his son's attention!

Mu Qinghuan felt upset in her heart.

But Hsing has always been very excited, two small hands on each side of Mu Qinghuan and Ji Chenyuan.

Mu Qinghuan didn't dare show it even if she was unhappy in her heart, causing her son to feel sad.

Fortunately, Hsing was immersed in the joy of having a father, so he kept asking Ji Chenyuan while he was in the car. He didn't notice the stiffness in Mu Qinghuan's expression.

Soon, they arrived at the amusement park. Ji Chenyuan told the driver to go first and pick them up when the time came. The three of them walked towards the amusement park together.

The two of them stood by Hsing's side, one on the left and the other on the right, holding his hand. They really did look like a family of three.

Mu Qinghuan felt a bit uncomfortable. Even though she had followed the man out to play with her son, she had yet to recover from her shock. On the contrary, the man beside her had a relaxed expression. He seemed to be very relaxed.

Mu Qinghuan gritted her teeth and focused all her attention on her son, trying her best to act like the man beside her was air.

However, Hsing obviously didn't think that way. Normally, he always had a calm expression on his face, but today, he didn't seem to laugh enough no matter how he laughed. No matter what equipment he sat on, Ji Chenyuan would always follow beside him.

Mu Qinghuan looked at her son, who had never laughed so heartily before. No matter how uncomfortable she was, she could only endure it.

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