This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

   Chapter 1717 How old is your son?

  For the proud Huo Zhuyan, such an arrangement could not be accepted at all.

  She was angry, "Axing, I..."

  Huo Zhuyan's refusal words just blurted out, Qiao Yuanxian, who was above her, interrupted her, sneered: "Ling family boy, be the master in front of me, your courage is good!"

  For an instant, Ling Wanxing's face suddenly changed.

  Probably, I have been accustomed to giving orders from high above for many years, so at this moment, I unconsciously try to dominate everything.

  He almost forgot that before Qiao Yuanxian was a monk, this second master Qiao was a hegemon who would not provoke anyone.

  Just such a man who dared to stab his stepmother directly, even if he was a monk, he was definitely not a compassionate Buddha.

  Ling Wanxing still remembers a sentence that had been circulated among the families.

  If Qiao Yuanxian was not disabled due to an accident, then there would still be no one else in Licheng within a hundred years!

  This history circulated and fermented in Ling Wanxing's mind, and even made him instantly startled in a cold sweat.

  This group of Licheng juniors, when Qiao Yuanxian was dominating the world, they might still be playing in the mud.

  At this time, Ling Wanxing slowly tightened his crossed fingertips, he lowered his posture subconsciously, and his tone was also humble a lot, "Sorry, second uncle, it was me who overstepped."

  Qiao Yuanxian glanced at him with a faint smile, put down the napkin in his hand, and said coldly, "Calling you over today is not an old story.

  Ms. Huo by your side, threatened to say that our Licheng child cursed her son.

  As the parent of Huanhuan, you really should give someone an explanation. What do you think should be handled? "

  Ling Wanxing’s unrelenting emotions were once again tense because of Qiao Yuanxian’s words.

  Although he heard in the mist, he also caught an important clue.

   "Xiao Zhu, do you have a son?"

  Ling Wanxing looked at Huo Zhuyan in shock, frowning in disbelief.

  Faced with his question, Huo Zhuyan was also obviously panicked.

  All her plans have a tendency to collapse at this moment.

  Huo Zhuyan severely pinched the soft flesh of his palm with his fingertips in order to maintain his calm.

  After breathing several times, she looked at Ling Wanxing pretentiously and smiled, "Axing, I will explain this to you later, okay?

  As for cursing my son, I actually know that Zi Huan has no intentions, and I don’t plan to pursue it anymore. "

   "You're still talking nonsense!" Ling Zihuan couldn't accept the unwarranted charges.

  She glared at Huo Zhuyan glaringly, without giving her a good face, "I never cursed your son at all.

  Daddy, her son is sick, I just let her go home and take good care of it. Is it wrong?

   He opened his mouth and said that I cursed him, but did you show evidence? !

  Or you can let your son Huo Kui come out. If he is really healthy, then I will admit that I cursed him! How! "

  At this moment, Ling Zihuan mentioned Huo Kui again, and Huo Zhuyan's face suddenly became gloomy.

  However, Ling Wanxing didn’t seem to hear the little girl’s explanation. He still looked at the woman next to him and murmured, “Your son is also surnamed Huo? How old is he?”

  Everyone: "..."

   Seeing this, Su Wantong smiled bitterly and shook his head mockingly.

  It is a woman who has been in love for many years, even if someone has a son, Ling Wanxing is still thinking about it.

  He shouldn’t think that Huo Zhuyan’s son is also his son!

  (End of this chapter)