Chapter 1005

Dongfang Jue stood up and said, "Xiao Yue, I'll take you back to your room. I need to go to the study to deal with some business. I'll accompany you in half an hour, eh?"

"Well." Mi ziyue nodded.

Dongfang Jue took her back to her room. He immediately left the bedroom and went to the study. He closed the door and went to the French window. Looking at the green grass in the courtyard, he looked back, took out his mobile phone and called Cheng Ziming.

The phone was quickly picked up.

"Ah Jue."

Dongfang Jue looks cold, one hand in his pocket, eyes deep convergence: "Zi Ming, help me about Dr. Andrew tomorrow."

"So soon? Did you decide to kill the character of SRA this time? " Asked Cheng Ziming.

"No, kill Xiao Yue." Dongfang Jue's tone was firm.

"Well What's the incentive for you to make up your mind so quickly? Mi ziyue, what did she do? " Cheng Ziming asked curiously.

"She hurt Moore." Dong Fang Jue's voice is cold.

Whatever it is, this is the second time.

Xiaoyue touched his bottom line.

"Shit! What did the dead woman do? What happened to my Mo'er? Where did it hurt? I'll come at once Cheng Ziming jumps over the phone.

"No, Zi Ming, Mo'er just got a slap. It's OK. Don't come here. Make an appointment for me. I'll take Xiao Yue with me tomorrow morning." Dongfang Jue said.

"A slap? Ah Jue, it's easy for you to say that Mo'er is still a four-year-old. His mother slapped him. The important thing is not whether it hurts or not. It will give him a psychological shadow. " Cheng Ziming was so angry.

He wanted to catch miziyue and beat him.

"Mo'er can tell Xiaoyue from Xiaoran." East Jue road.

"Damn it Cheng Ziming was silent for a few seconds, surprised and said, "my Mo'er has a high IQ. No wonder I often want to steal him home

"You don't want to have a child. You want to find yuan Huanchen and have one. It doesn't matter if you have ten." East Jue road.

“…… I can't find it. " Cheng Ziming's voice broke for a long time before he murmured.

"Zi Ming, there is no high or low in love. Yuan Huanchen is proud and you are stubborn. It's been several years. If you always refuse to bow your head, you may not have a future." Dongfang Jue advised.

Although Cheng Ziming looks happy on the surface, doesn't care much about anything, and is easy to speak, he is very angry. As a good brother, Dongfang Jue knows.

"I don't want to. I'm tired." Cheng Ziming said again.

Dongfang Jue was silent for a few seconds, and he stopped talking about it. He said, "don't come here. Help me make an appointment with the doctor. I'll bring Xiao Yue here tomorrow."

"Good. Jue, as long as you are happy, I will be satisfied. " Cheng Ziming suddenly said.

Dongfang Jue felt that her heart was blocked with cotton, and she was very bored.

If it wasn't for Xiao Yue, how could yuan Huanchen throw himself away?

"Well, I'll hang up."

Then Cheng Ziming hung up.

Dongfangjue stood quietly in front of the French window, looking out at the scenery.

For a long time, he turned around and went straight to the children's room of Oriental ink.

Jiang Guiru is lying on the children's bed with Dongfang Mo in her arms. It seems to be a little narrow. Jiang Guiru is talking to the little guy, and they giggle.

It's true to say that the next generation is the same.

When Dongfang Jue came in, they didn't find out.

"Mother." Dongfangjue stood in front of the bed.

"Comfort rice son Yue, finally know to see your mother and son?" Jiang Guiru's tone is sour.

Since mi ziyue appeared, she felt that Bai had a son.

"Daddy." Dongfang Mo gets up from Jiang Guiru's arms and sits cross legged on the bed. His cartoon pajamas are very cute.

Jiang Guiru sat up with him, but he was staring at Dongfang Jue.

"Mo'er," Dongfang Jue reached out to touch his cerebellar pouch and looked down at his swollen cheek, "is it still painful?"

Dongfang Mo shakes his head, suddenly stands up, embraces Dongfang Jue's neck and bites his ear.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I deliberately made her unhappy. I just want mommy back."

Dongfang Jue patted his little body and said in a low voice, "Daddy knows. Daddy promises you that mommy will come back soon. You are not allowed to do such dangerous things in the future. Do you know?"

Xiaoyue's eyes are only his own, and Dongfang Jue knows this.

If she really hurt Mo'er, the consequences are unimaginable.

"I see." Dongfang Mo nodded his head and asked, "does Mommy really come back soon?"

"Well." Dongfang Jue nodded.

"What are you two whispering about?" Jiang Guiru, who has been neglected, asks.

Dongfang Mo got a positive reply. He narrowed his eyes with a smile, turned his head and waved his hands to Jiang Guiru: "grandma, this is a secret between us men, women can't know."Jiang Guiru was amused by him, hugged him: "a little boy, return a man's secret, quickly say, what are you talking about behind your grandmother's back?"

"Ha ha Don't say it The head of Oriental ink shakes like a rattle, and the smile is very infectious.

"Say it or not?" Jiang Guiru played with him and scratched him all over the bed.

"Ha ha ha Don't say, don't say... "

Dongfang Jue's lips, if there is, seem to be no Yang Xia, quietly out of the room.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the master bedroom, he looked at Mi ziyue's eyes.

"Ah Jue, you're back." See him, rice son Yue's eyes immediately light up.

Dongfang Jue couldn't bear it. He went to the bed and sat down. He held her ankle, stared at her gauze covered feet and asked, "does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Mi ziyue shakes his head.

She reached out and kneaded Dongfang Jue's shoulder: "ah Jue, you are injured. Don't work so hard. We can't make enough money. We can spend enough."

In those three years, she always liked to massage his shoulders.

At the beginning, she was very unfamiliar, so she went to the teacher to learn, and her skills became better and better.

Just press a few times, Dongfang Jue feels the whole body tired all dissipated, he involuntarily closed his eyes, issued a comfortable sigh.

Mi ziyue's lips rose and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

Dongfang Jue opened her eyes and saw her like this.

He took her arm and put it in his arms: "Xiao Yue..."

"Ah Jue..." Mi ziyue put his hand around his neck and rubbed his face against his neck.

Dongfang Jue was shocked. He held her hand harder, covered her head with his other hand, and then turned his head to kiss her soft hair. He dropped his eyes. The bottom of his eyes was full of pain.

No matter Xiaoyue or Xiaoran, there is no difference for him. They are one person.

Xiaoyue is a sick Xiaoran.

She's just sick.

But he has to make a decision, even for Mo'er.

"Well, you go wash." Mi ziyue pushes him away.

"Well." Dongfang Jue held her face and bowed her head to kiss her lips.

Mi ziyue began to laugh, and his smile was full of satisfaction.

He is her light, shining into her heart at her most painful and desperate time. Otherwise, she doesn't know what extreme she will go.

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