Chatper 432 (1/2)

Su Ziyue looked up at him in disbelief.

Her heart was beating violently, and she opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

She just, thought it was too unbelievable.

Seeing her like this, Qin Mushen stretched out his hand to touch her face in distress: "Do you believe me?"

She nodded heavily: "Well, I believe it."

"Besides you, I have never met other women, so even if I have a child, it can only be born by you." After Qin Muchen finished speaking, he looked at her fixedly, as if waiting for her to express his opinion.

Su Ziyue's eyes suddenly burst into tears.

She trembled and said, "... our child?"

Qin Mushen looked determined: "Ours."

At this moment, a servant knocked on the door.

"Sir, Dr. Mo is here."

When Qin Muchen heard that Mo Xiyi had come, his expression tightened slightly, and then he calmly said, "Well, let him come up in three minutes."

Su Ziyue began to wipe away tears when she heard the servant's words: "What is Dr. Mo here for?"

"You'll know later." Qin Muchen's expression was unusually agitated.

Su Ziyue looked at him in confusion, but didn't ask any further questions. It must be that Mo Xiyi brought him some exciting news. Anyway, Mo Xiyi will come up soon, so she will know after listening together.

Three minutes later, Su Ziyue sorted out her mood, and Mo Xiyi also came up.

Mo Xiyi was still the same as the last time Su Ziyue saw him, with a neat suit and pale complexion, he looked a bit cold.

He was holding a kraft paper belt in his hand, and his expression was a bit strange.

After entering, he said respectfully: "Sir, madam."

"Doctor Mo!" Su Ziyue nodded at him.

Immediately afterwards, a servant brought in tea.

Qin Muchen asked him: "The result came out?"

I don't know what's wrong with Qin Muchen's question, Mo Xiyi's expression changed slightly, he habitually pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then said: "En."

He looked up at Su Ziyue, and then slowly opened the brown paper bag in his hand, which reminded Su Ziyue that the last time Mo Xiyi came home with a brown paper bag was because of Lin Zixi's matter.

She felt a little weird in her heart.

Unfortunately, the two men stopped talking.

Qin Muchen suddenly reached out and took the brown paper bag from Mo Xiyi's hand: "I'll see for myself."

He opened the kraft paper bag with a little eagerness, and quickly opened the paper bag with three or two strokes, and took out a piece of paper from inside.

Because of the presence of outsiders, Su Ziyue sat a little far away from Qin Muchen, and Qin Muchen deliberately tilted the paper, so even if Su Ziyue turned his head to look, he didn't see anything.

Su Ziyue kicked Qin Muchen quietly under the table, but said to Mo Xiyi: "Doctor Mo, drink tea."

Mo Xiyi just nodded indifferently, picked up the tea and took a sip of it politely, then put it down again, as if he was preoccupied and a little distracted.

After Qin Muchen finished reading the paper, he put it away in the kraft paper tape with a smile on his lips.

Mo Xiyi seemed to have finally made up his mind, and said with a dignified expression: "Sir..."