Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 694 Beads are mine, my mom is my father's

Lin Xiaomi shook his head and whispered: "No, I am not Lin Xiaomi, you have mistaken people."

Xue Yulin fixedly looked at her: "If you are not Xiaomi, then why do you know my name."

"Xue is always a celebrity in the city. It is also a person that our magazines very much hope to have the opportunity to interview, so I naturally know."

Lin Xiaomi said, take out the business card and hand it to Xue Yulin: "You really admit it. My name is Alice. You said Lin Xiaomi. I know that I am very similar to her. Even this child has mistaken me. His mother is, but I am not her."

Xue Yulin took a business card and stared at him. His eyes looked at Lin Xiaomi with disbelief. The familiar eyebrows and beautiful face, even the voices of the speech are so familiar, how could it not be her?

After seeing Xue Yulin's careful resolution, I also found out that Alice and Lin Xiaomi are different.

Lin Xiaomi is more sturdy and tender, and Alice in front of her eyes, like a strong woman in the workplace, exudes a mature and confident charm.

If Lin Xiaomi's beauty is only derived from her natural beauty and kindness, then Alice in front of her eyes is the beauty of experience from the inside out.

"Are you really not a millet?"

Lin Xiaomi shook her head, and her heart was very dumb. This Lin Xiaomi was really very powerful. An ordinary woman was not only married to the emperor, but she even knew a successful person like Xue Yulin in Liancheng. Moreover, look at this Xue Yulin. Excited appearance, I am afraid there is still a relationship between them.

Does this Lin Xiaomi really have such a big charm?

For a person who looks almost exactly the same as herself, she is really curious, but unfortunately, she has no way to see this woman with her own eyes.

Xue Yulin had a little time to digest the news, his eyes falling and looking at the little devil standing between them.

Suddenly realized what the other party said.

"You are the son of Xiaomi?"

Leng Jun Lin Yang looked at him with dissatisfaction with his chin: "I am the son of Lin Xiaomi and Leng Yuhuang, how?"

Cold Jun Lin is a clever ghost. He only needs to see it on one side. The stinky man in front of him is actually knowing his mother.

He tried hard to push Xue Yulin away from his bead.

Lin Xiaomi quickly pulled the cold Jun to the side, patted his head, and said with a face: "I am not so rude."

Cold Jun Lin was trained, a little unhappy lips, the original fat face, more like a fat fish at this time.

"Beads, you look at his sly look, I am protecting you, you even help others bully me."

In front of the jade tree, the gentle and courteous man was described by the cold Jun as a wretched appearance of "color 眯眯".

Lin Xiaomi was a little embarrassed, and he looked at Xue Junlin. Some of them were embarrassed to look at Xue Yulin: "He is joking, don't mind."

Xue Yulin looked at the cold Jun for a moment, and slowly shook his head: "He is the son of Xiaomi, Xiaomi was for him... I wouldn't mind."

Wen Yan, she is more certain, the man in front of the mother and the mother of Jun Lin have absolutely a relationship.

This woman's peach blossom is really good.

She is a little bit like a pair of eight, and I will compare it with Xue Yulin. In fact, each has its own merits.

"Just, how could he be with you?" Xue Yulin asked.

"This is a long story. It is also a coincidence. When his father went back to Kyoto, he would take care of me for a few days."

"Is it?" Xue Yulin nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you called Alice? Just that I admit the wrong person, I am sorry, you just said that you want to interview me?"

Lin Xiaomi nodded quickly: "Yeah, I don't know if we have this honor."

Xue Yulin smiled politely: "It is good to contact my secretary at a specific time. It is my gift to the abruptness."

"Really? Then I really want to thank Xue Zong." Lin Xiaomi did not expect, stepping through the iron shoes innocent, it took no effort!

Leng Jun’s cold eyes looked at Xue Yulin, and he snorted: “hypocrisy!”

The atmosphere suddenly slammed up. Lin Xiaomi smiled apologetically and quickly said that he would leave with the cold king. If he stayed, he would be afraid that he would say something amazing.

Xue Yulin nodded and staggered to let them go first. Lin Xiaomi took the cold hand and walked under the long stairs.

Who knows, cold Jun Lin suddenly stopped and loosened her hand: "Beads, you go down first, I forgot to say goodbye to the uncle just now."

After that, when Lin Xiaomi did not respond, he rushed back to the stairs.

Xue Yulin looked at the back of Lin Xiaomi with his eyes closed. Naturally, he also saw the cold Jun Lin rushing over him.

He raised his hand to the head of the cold, but he was sneaked away by the cold king.

He turned his back to Lin Xiaomi, and the innocent romance of his four-year-old child disappeared without a trace. Instead, he only replaced the coldness of warning.

Xue Yulin faced the hostile eyes of Leng Junlin and was not angry. He thought that he was the son of Lin Xiaomi. His voice was lighter: "When you were not born, your mother often joked to ask you to cook and cook, then you What is the name of the present name?"

His voice was very soft and soft, with a touch of intimacy and pleasing in his tone.

Cold Junlin is a cold scream, although he is much shorter than him, but his eyes are squinting and his momentum is half-hearted.

The contemptuous eyes stared at him coldly: "You are not qualified to know my name!"

"I came here to warn you, the beads are mine, my mother is my father, no one has your share, you go a little farther, I want to hit their ideas, or you want to look good!"

Xue Yulin looked at the little boy in front of him. At that moment, he almost thought that he had seen the cold and beautiful, the scornful tone and the condescending attitude, just like the cold and beautiful.

He thought of laughing, and it really was the cold son.

Far away, he looked at the cold Jun Lin Biao jumped down the stairs, squatting to Lin Xiaomi's side, his face restored to the child's innocent smile, very harmless.

Lin Xiaomi and Xue Yulin nodded and gestured, and they left with the cold Jun.

In the car, Lin Xiaomi asked him to wear this seat belt and asked him: "You just went back and said something to the uncle?"

The cold Jun Lin’s eyes were shining, and the voice of the milk was milky: “I’m not telling you, I’m going to say goodbye to him.”

Lin Xiaomi looked at him with a look of "I believe you have a ghost" and scraped his nose hard: "You can make it."

Leng Junlin did not want to say, she did not ask, and returned to God to start the car.