Chapter 4472

Unfortunately, Min Huizhu miscalculated.

Qin Wuyan is willing to admit this child, but he wants to give that child to Zhuang Xiaoyu to raise. How can a shallow and useless woman like Zhuang Xiaoyu raise a child worthy of great responsibility?

The more Min Huizhu thought about it, the angrier she became. She turned her head and glanced at the baby lying on the bed, moved the child into the bed, patted the baby's small and soft body, and coaxed in a low voice: "Go to sleep, sleep When I wake up, I can see my father."

When Qin Wuyan rushed over, it was already evening. At this time, Zhuang Xiaoyu was going to the cemetery to watch Yu Sui being buried.

He didn't intend to come here, but when he thought that Min Huizhu would threaten the guards with a child, for fear that this crazy woman would do something crazy, after thinking for a while, he rushed over.

Now that Yu Sui has passed away, Zhuang Huaisen is only hanging on his breath, and is on the verge of dying at any time. If Xiaoyu has no sustenance, he will be in grief every day and cannot extricate himself. It is better to take Qin Jue away from Min Huizhu and hand him over to him. Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Anyway, this child will belong to Zhuang Xiaoyu sooner or later, and only Xiaoyu will not despise this child as the son of a prostitute. If Min Huizhu knows the true identity of the child's biological father, he will definitely abandon the child like a shoe...

Qin Wuyan strode into the hall, someone had already come to inform Min Huizhu.

Just after taking a sip of tea, Min Huizhu walked over quickly, across a pear wood table, Min Huizhu asked, "Why don't you come to my room to find me?"

Qin Wuyan put down the teacup and frowned: "Where's the child?"

"The child is asleep, and he is in the bedroom." Min Huizhu looked at Qin Wuyan with a pair of beautiful eyes, and her voice was soft and tender: "Wuyan, Jue'er is so good. She eats, sleeps, and sleeps, and seldom cries. The child really looks different every day, the nose and chin are carved out of the same mold as yours, so beautiful."

She stretched her fingers along the tabletop towards Qin Wuyan's arm: "You will like our child, right?"

Qin Wuyan avoided Min Huizhu's touch calmly, stood up, turned his back to her, put his arms behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "Since this child will be raised by my side in the future, I will naturally would like him."

Min Huizhu stared at Qin Wuyan in a daze. The man in front of her was very close to her, but seemed so far away. He clearly knew what he cared about, but he refused to answer the part of what she wanted to know.

Min Huizhu slowly walked behind Qin Wuyan, and suddenly rushed towards Qin Wuyan, wanting to hug him from behind.

Hearing the movement from behind, the man turned around instinctively, avoiding Min Huizhu, and stood firm, looking almost annoyed at Min Huizhu who was standing still, with disgust and irritability on his face that he couldn't hide: " What exactly do you want? You want to see me, I have already let you meet, if you just want to talk nonsense with me, I don't have time to chat with you..."

Min Huizhu's body bumped into the corner of the altar, and the sharp corner of the table just touched Min Huizhu's chest, like a sharp knife pierced into her chest, and the pain was severe.

But after Qin Wuyan avoided her, the eyes he looked at her for a moment were sharper than real sharp knives, and her heart was riddled with holes from those eyes.

Min Huizhu lowered her head slowly, with a sneering smile on the corner of her lips: just such a man who was afraid to touch her, how could it be the man who spent so many nights with her in Wushan?