Is it really the child's own father?

Li Qin was stunned and looked at the handsome man in front of her.

Armani's Handmade shirt, tailored tailored trousers, expensive leather shoes, and a valuable watch on his wrist

Different from those upstarts, this man exudes real aristocratic temperament. At a glance, he must be born in a famous family, not rich but precious!

Li Qin's eyes are almost staring out!

She knew that yuntianyou's father was a rich man, so the rich reward was not given by the ordinary landlords!

But she never thought that the employer was so handsome. Besides, she looked very young, like a quarter of a century. She would not Not married yet?

If so, she would be a little remorseful!

If I had known that, then at the beginning Isn't it a cheap poem!?

Li Qin pinched the palm of his hand, and suddenly there was a fire of jealousy in his heart.

At the beginning, due to business reasons, Yunye Cheng had some affectation with the vice president of the private hospital under the name of emperor Sheng financial group. Li Qin used this way to learn from the vice president's mouth that Mujia was secretly looking for a surrogate mother. Although the conditions were extremely harsh, the remuneration was 10 points rich.

So she thought about Yunshi's poems.

At that time, the cloud poetry was only 18 years old. It rose and fell with water. The beauty of clear water and lotus was very outstanding.

So she forced her to sign the contract with Yunshi.

She was also gloating that the employer must be an ugly, bloated middle-aged man. When she thought that the most hated bitch in her heart had been ruined by a man with a full face, she could not be more happy. However, at present, it is undoubtedly a cruel slap on her face!

I knew that. How nice to let Yunna go at the beginning?!

Maybe, if the child is a little bit aggressive, he can't be sure to fly up the branch to become a phoenix and become a young grandmother of the Mu family!

At that time, how could she use this kind of anger to fuck this heart!?

Not only Li Qin, all the people in the ward were stunned.

They had never seen such a handsome man. His face, like that made by a knife, was cold. It seemed that his whole body was shining with gold. It was hard to hide his noble spirit.

Muyazhe came in slowly, walked behind the woman standing in front of the hospital bed, reached out and stroked the hair of yunshishi.

"Why don't you wait for me, eh?"

He lowered his head, and there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes, as if the snow in winter would be melted.

With the original cold heart of Yu Yun's poetry, it warms up a little.

The gentleness of the man made her a little uncomfortable!

"I......"

"I just stopped. I'm late."

Cloud poetry light way: "nothing."

"Am I wronged in my absence?"

When the conversation stopped, he looked up and his face suddenly sank. "I was just at the door, as if I heard someone say you're a mistress?"

He raised his eyes. The cold light swept the ward coldly. His eyes fell on the families of several patients, sharp as a knife and cold as a cone. "Who said that?"

Three words, tone quiet slow, careless, but between the lines, but full of displeasure.

His body, cold, as if standing next to him, will be stabbed by the sharp point of his body.

For a while, just now the chattering crowd is suffocating.