Mommy doesn't like seeing Daddy

After Rui Jian disappeared outside the door, Cen An shifted his gaze to Jin He's face.

Standing up straight, he walked over unhurriedly.

He stared at Jinhe and looked again and again, as if he was thinking about it.

Staring at Jinhe felt a little panic in his heart, he had already determined how to negotiate with him, and he was shaking, afraid that he would not be able to persuade him.

After a long time, Cen An still didn't speak, and still looked at her.

Jinhe felt a little hairy in his heart, holding back and holding back, intending to break the very different atmosphere first.

Her lips moved: "Rui Jian is mine, he has nothing to do with you."

After finishing speaking, Jinhe raised his black and white pupils, and met Cen An's gaze with a firm expression in his eyes.

As if he forgot to blink, he stared at him fixedly, even his eyelashes were raised high, and each eyelash was followed by a firm belief.

After listening to Jin He's words, Cen An's cold expression seemed to have heard such a ridiculous thing, and a strange sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

"It has nothing to do with me? The paternity test result is 99.99%!" Cen An looked slowly and methodically, and then scanned Jinhe's whole body with his eyes, and finally stopped at her flickering frightened eyes.

Although it was short, he was still caught by him, and with such eyes again, Cen An's heart softened a little in places Jinhe couldn't see.

Every time, as long as I see her eyes, I don't know why, I feel guilty.

When Jinhe heard about the paternity test, he became flustered. He originally planned not to admit it, but he didn't expect him to act so fast.

When he couldn't figure out this way, Jinhe began to think about other reasons.

Seeing Jinhe who didn't reply, Cen An's originally cold voice softened a little when he spoke again.

"I want to know how this child got here?" This question has been an unsolvable mystery ever since Cen An got the appraisal result.

The only thing that matters is the woman in the car that night.

Jinhe slightly tightened her eyebrows, how did she come here?How would she answer.

The self that night regarded him as a life-saving straw, but in the end?

Thinking of the scene of him begging for mercy that night, his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Cen An, who had been waiting for the answer, just kept his gaze on Jinhe's body. At this time, Jinhe's slightly trembling body naturally did not escape his eyes.

Cen An's brows turned inward and became tense again, unable to figure out what happened to the woman in front of him.

Seeing that she had no intention of speaking, Cen An became a little annoyed, feeling as if he had been kept in the dark, and his chest was congested.

The voice of speaking again became a little colder: "I want to know how this child came, you can think about it, whether to tell or not!"

After a slight pause, Cen An moved his body, put his slender fingers on the decorative table next to the door, and tapped with his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally.

Then he continued with a warning tone: "Of course, if you tell the truth, I can still consider the child to be with you, otherwise you don't want to see him again."

In the last sentence, the tone was obviously aggravated a lot.

As Cen An's words fell, Jinhe's heart became more and more panicked.

The man in front of him is not an ordinary man, since he said so, he must be able to do it.

Jinhe kept thinking in his brain, looking for a solution.

After all, Cen An's patience was limited, and he couldn't pry Jinhe's mouth open again and again, and his impatience became more and more obvious.