Chapter 1513 - Chapter 1513: Teacher Bao is not Mianmian ‘s father!
Chapter 1513: Teacher Bao is not Mianmian ‘s father!
Translator: 549690339
Uncle Jing is Mianmian’s daddy.
Uncle Jing is Mianmian’s daddy.
Uncle Jing is Mianmian’s daddy.
This sentence was like a demonic voice in her ears. When ruan Mengmeng heard little Mianmian cry and shout this sentence, she almost let go of Mianmian’s hand.
Fortunately, she came back to her senses in time and caught little Mianmian, who was sliding down.
Ruan Mengmeng hugged the clueless little bun and squeezed out a smile. “You, you calm down. I can explain everything. It’s all a misunderstanding.”
It was really a misunderstanding. At that time, it was all for Mianmian’s school, so he made a fake household register.
However, li junyu’s already cold face was now covered with a layer of frost that was visible to the naked eye.
Ruan Mengmeng could not help but think of that day in the presidential palace. After knowing that she was going to choose a husband, the man had been evil for a few days.
Just the thought of li junyu like that made her waist ache, her legs go soft, and her heart tremble.
Not to mention that she was still holding little Mianmian, so she couldn’t run away at all.
‘Misunderstanding?” Li junyu’s initially indulgent face had already lost all its pampering expression. Instead, it became cold and dangerous.
He got closer and his large palm easily rubbed the woman’s slender waist.
Squeezing the poor little Mianmian in the middle, the man asked in a hoarse and magnetic voice, as if he was biting an icicle, ” then let me hear what kind of misunderstanding made you teach our daughter to call another man ‘daddy’.
Ruan Mengmeng, “Yingluo.”
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Ruan Mengmeng had no idea that li junyu had already known about this.
It was just that the strong jealousy she felt back then was covered up by the intimate relationship they had these days.
It was not until today when she suddenly heard little Mianmian mention it that the memory that was hidden in the bottom of the man’s heart and was filled with jealousy alone was stirred up again.
if it’s a misunderstanding, then Yingluo is Yingluo. just as ruan Mengmeng was racking her brain, thinking of how to say it so that li junyu’s jealousy would not deepen, or even to the point of comforting him .
Because of Lord tyrant’s approach, little Mianmian, who was trembling more and more in fear due to the low cold air emitted from his body, finally could not help but bite her lower lip and cry out loud.
“She’s not your daughter. Mianmian is not your daughter. Mianmian is the daughter of mom and dad, the daughter of Mama and Papa. Teacher Bao is not
Mianmian’s father!”
The little fellow was crying with great emotion.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were as red as a rabbit’s, and her cute and perky nose was also dyed red.
She cried so hard that her body was twitching. When she got agitated, she even threw herself into li junyu’s arms and wanted to correct him.
The result of the correction was that her tears and snot were all smeared on Lord tyrant’s haute couture suit.
This time, li junyu’s face darkened even more.
It wasn’t because little Mianmian had dirtied his clothes, but because the little bun was clearly in kindergarten with him and had a good relationship with him in private.
Why was it that after a day of coercion and temptation, she had not improved at all just to change the way she addressed him?
Mr. Li didn’t know that the mother and father Mianmian was talking about were her biological parents.
Although the little bun looked silly and cute, he was very clear about these things.
She missed her mother and her father, whom she had never seen before.
As for Mengmeng’s Mama, she could only be called Mama, and Jing Daddi, she could only be called Daddi.
In little Mianmian’s world, Daddy and Mommy were Daddy and Mommy.
Daddi and Mama, Daddi and mama again, they had to be clearly distinguished.
It was impossible for someone like Lord tyrant to force Chu Mianmian to call him ‘dad’!
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