Male God Is Always Targeted - Chapter 1220

[1220. Chapter 1220 Uncle, we don’t make an appointment, we don’t make an appointment 28.30]

Mu Zheng’s worried appearance on 28.30 was very distressing.

associated.

Mu Yifan on the bed became more and more annoyed.

The people Xiao thought of him before, now have to take Xiao Mio’s attention away.

Such a son.

Certainly not necessary.

And Mu Yifan was already out of breath from the breath of his son.

Obviously, he was the one who saw it first.

result, result.

Forget it, how can he, how can he…

“Hey, is my son stupid? Azheng, I think I still have to ask a doctor to come and see my son.”

Luo Mio’s son called out very affectionately.

I don’t know, I thought it was his son.

But a young boy who doesn’t look very old.

Call a teenage son who looks a little older than him.

It seems weird how it looks.

Just the people in the room.

dare not express it.

They can’t afford to offend President Mu.

Not to mention such a sensitive thing.

But my heart has already decided.

Go back and tell your parents about it.

Mu Zheng’s expectant look at Luo Miao couldn’t be ignored.

waved.

He motioned Yang Ming to call a doctor.

dark road.

Wait until Mio leaves later.

He ordered Mu Yifan to be sent away.

That way it won’t take his eyes off of it.

Mu Yifan slowed down for a while.

I was finally relieved.

He spoke hastily.

“Dad, Dad, you can’t be with him, be with him, he, he…he is just revenge on me, yes, it must be revenge on me.”

Mu Yifan barely managed to catch a trace of reason.

Dry and sore chest.

He can’t admit defeat.

The identity of the young master of the Mu Group can only be his.

There can be no one around his father.

There must be no children.

Shepherd, only you can do it yourself.

Luo Mio did not expect Mu Yifan to say such a thing.

Immediately, his face was shocked, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

The voice was low, like a mosquito.

“I just, I just like A Zheng, I just want to be with him, why don’t you let me go.”

Crystal drops of water slowly appeared in his eyes.

like clear crystal.

Alluring yet vulnerable.

Mu Zheng was heartbroken.

He quickly grabbed his shoulders and coaxed eagerly.

“Xiao Mio is not sad, those who are not important, don’t care, just have a brother.” His

eyes shot at Mu Yifan.

Repeatedly hurt Omio.

Just throwing people back is too cheap.

Mu Yifan froze all over.

Nervous breakdown.

Uncontrollably shouted: “Dad, I…”

“Shut up.” Mu Zhengsen said coldly.

Holding the person in the arms.

He shouted softly, “Xiao Mio.”

Although it was still a low voice, no one could hear the tenderness inside.

Luo Mio grabbed the man’s shirt, “I’m fine, A Zheng.” She

looked at Mu Yifan, whose nerves seemed to be weakening.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes quickly.

The corners of his lips rose invisibly.

The tone faded.

“Since you hate me so much, I will try not to appear in front of you.”

Mu Yifan was about to be happy.

Just listen to the other side.

“But I still recognize your son.”

“Cough cough…” A

sharp cough kept popping out of Mu Yifan’s mouth.

For a time, it was quite heart-wrenching.

Lie down on the bed.

Like a dead dog.

Luo Mio lowered her eyes, covering the deep meaning inside.

Step forward.

Reach out and pat him on the back.

Extremely worried, he shouted, “Son.”   ’

Pop’ “What’s

wrong with you.”   ’

Pappa’

“Son!”   As if to cheer him up.   In fact, under the black hands is very happy.   (End of this chapter)