After the divorce, the stand-in ex-wife exploded in the entertainment industry!

"Miss Bai, if you have anything to say, you can say it here. I'm very busy and don't have much time for you." Si Fuqing looked at the other party indifferently.

"Si Fuqing, you should know better than anyone else why Yan Yan likes you so much, right?"

Bai Xingchen looked her up and down sarcastically, "Because you look like my sister, Yan Yan, like everyone else, regards you as my sister."

Si Fuqing frowned.

Unexpectedly, that little girl is the child of Bai Qingqing and Jiang Muchi?

Her brain was throbbing with pain, and no matter how much she thought about it, she really couldn't remember anything about the past.

She and Jiang Muqi had a child before?

Bai Xingchen said: "Si Fuqing, a woman with ulterior motives like you is not suitable to appear next to Yan Yan."

"What you do will only make Yanyan miss my sister even more. If you have a conscience, you should understand how cruel it is for a child to lose his mother. But what is even more cruel is to give her unrealistic

fantasy, and then completely shatter that fantasy with my own hands.”

Bai Xingchen stared at her face with sarcasm, "Si Fuqing, don't use this face to deceive again, especially for a child as young as Yan Yan, do you really have the heart to make her sad?

"

Si Fuqing sneered.

What kind of identity did Bai Xingchen rely on to come to warn her with such certainty?

Just because she is Bai Qingqing's sister?

"Bai Xingchen, if you really have so much energy, I suggest you use your thoughts on the right path and never cause trouble for yourself. If you really have too much energy, you can hone your acting skills more."

Si Fuqing spoke indifferently, "After all, not every crew is like Director Lin and can tolerate you wasting so much time."

"Si Fuqing!" Bai Xingchen stamped his feet angrily.

"Sorry, I'm very busy, so I have to leave first." Si Fuqing ignored her, turned around and left.

When Si Fuqing entered the ward, Jiang Muqi was sitting beside the bed, typing on the keyboard seriously, probably busy replying to messages from his subordinates.

"Mom!" Jiang Leyan saw her at first sight, and her smile turned into a sunflower.

Si Fuqing looked at her bright and lovely smile, and felt warm in his heart.

"Yan Yan," Si Fuqing sat on the edge of the hospital bed, came close to her and looked at her face carefully for a while, "Does it still hurt?"

The little guy rubbed her palm, with crescent eyes, "Yanyan's face doesn't hurt, it's just itchy, and Yanyan really wants to scratch it."

Seeing that Si Fuqing was about to frown, the little guy said in a soft voice: "But the itching is not very bad now. Once the medicine is finished, Yan Yan can go home."

Si Fuqing gently scratched her little face and said with a smile, "Yanyan is very well-behaved and very strong."

The little guy smiled again and leaned against her affectionately.

She's sweet and soft, she's a cute little girl who's completely indulging in happiness.

Jiang Muqi watched Si Fuqing get along with the heroine, his eyebrows softened, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

This kind of scene had appeared in his dreams many times, and it finally came true today. In fact, he should have let Qingqing and Yan Yan meet long ago.

"Dong dong dong——" A sudden knock on the door broke the warm atmosphere in the house.

"Brother Mu Qi, I heard something happened to Yan Yan, so I came over to see her." Bai Xingchen explained.

Jiang Muqi turned back and glanced at her nonchalantly, saying nothing.

Jiang Leyan, who was on the bed, suddenly sat upright, as if the hair on her body had exploded, and stared at her warily.

Bai Xingchen came to Jiang Leyan's bedside with a smile on his face.

"Yan Yan, Aunt Bai bought you your favorite seafood porridge." Bai Xingchen took out the packed lunch box and put it on the bedside table.

Jiang Leyan shrank her body and went straight into Si Fuqing's arms, "I don't drink porridge."

The voice was muffled, with obvious rejection and disgust.

"Yanyan, you are still sick now. Drinking some porridge will be good for your health and make it easier for your stomach to digest. Yanyan must be a good child and must be good."

Bai Xingchen shyly put the spoon to Jiang Leyan's mouth.

Jiang Leyan pursed her lips and tilted her head, just enough to avoid her.

Bai Xingchen's movements froze slightly, and he continued to persuade in a good voice, "Yanyan, please be obedient. I only need to drink half a bowl. When you finish the porridge, I will buy you the latest Barbie doll."

Jiang Leyan hugged Si Fuqing tightly and shook her head wildly in her arms.

"No drink, no drink, no drink!"

"I don't like you! I hate you! Leave!"

The little thing in my arms shouted in a muffled voice.

She was so excited that when her body moved, the needle on the back of her hand also moved.

Si Fuqing quickly held her down, looked back at Jiang Muqi, and shot her with a cold expression.

He was obviously the father of the child, but he didn't react at all. He just stood there as a bystander. No wonder the little guy was not close to her father at all and ran away from home.

When Jiang Muqi received the look, a chill ran down his back, and there was an inexplicable chill on the back of his neck.

"Ms. Bai, my wife and children need to rest. It's not convenient to entertain guests now. Please go out first."

Jiang Muqi looked at Bai Xingchen.

"Brother Mu Qi..." Bai Xingchen was so angry that his teeth itched in his heart, and he was nervous while holding the bowl of porridge.

Jiang Muqi opened the ward door consciously and made a gesture of invitation, "Miss Bai, please."

Bai Xingchen was so angry that he stomped his feet and left in high heels.

Huh! Since the overt approach doesn't work, then use the covert approach. If you don't believe that Si Fuqing is immune to all poisons, nothing can cause her to suffer.

That night, a piece of gossip quickly spread among the upper circles of Beijing and the Internet.

#白星陈turns out to be the biological mother of Jiang Muchi’s daughter#

The discussion and popularity of related topics increased rapidly, and everyone watched Jiang Muqi's gossip with open eyes.

Most people in the upper-class circles of Beijing were watching the joke, while the remaining people were dubious about this matter.

Si Fuqing stayed with Jiang Leyan that night, but Jiang Leyan was really too noisy.

It took Jiang Leyan four hours to get the intravenous drip, and then Si Fuqing took care of her for dinner.

After the doctor came over for examination, he prescribed some anti-itching ointment and told them to eat lightly recently.

Jiang Leyan was allergic all over her body, so Si Fuqing could only help her apply ointment.

But as soon as she took off her coat, the little guy reacted, hugged his small breasts and jumped to the end of the bed to resist her approach.

Si Fuqing coaxed her patiently, "After applying the medicine, you will feel comfortable when you go to bed later. You can go out and play when you get up tomorrow."

The little guy's face was red, his big black eyes were rolling around, and he hesitated to come forward.

Si Fuqing looked at Jiang Muqi, a leisurely man sitting aside, with a headache.

You could say that Jiang Muqi was idle, but he had been busy with official duties since he entered the ward and had no time to spare. You could say that he was not idle, but he didn't even bother to take care of his own daughter, leaving all the power to her, a "new mother."

Jiang Muqi looked up from the screen, looked at his daughter with a calm expression, and pointed out to the point, "You are both girls, she is still your mother, don't be shy, just take the medicine obediently."

Si Fuqing suddenly realized that the little guy was afraid of being touched by her.

Si Fuqing nodded, "If you don't apply medicine to your wounds, they will leave traces in the future, and you will no longer be able to wear princess dresses."

These words instantly hit the little guy's weak spot.

The little guy hugged his body tightly in fear, raised his head and looked at her, biting his lower lip as if he was making some important decision in his mind, and slowly moved to her and lay down obediently.