Shi Muyang's shoulders trembled suddenly, and his throat was a little astringent, "I'll send you something to you now, and sing her..."

Suburban villa.

In the second floor bedroom.

The little woman on the soft bed had calmed down, and her face was messy and tears that had not dried up. She fell asleep in a drowsy way. Shi Ming and Rice rushed over. Rice injected Jing Qingge with a calming agent and then brought the person back.

"Will the medicine hurt her child?" Shi Ming asked in a tight voice, his frowning brow was full of a deep color.

"No." Rice replied seriously, "Ms. Jing is now a pregnant woman. I have paid special attention to the use of medicine. It will not affect the fetus, but it is always the drug, and it is not good if I get too many times."

"Yeah." Shi Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but his frown did not relieve at all, and he looked at the little woman on the bed deeply.

"Herbert, Rice, you guys are here to take care of it first. If she has any questions, please inform me immediately." Shi Ming's eyes suddenly turned and he glanced at Shi Muyang, "Come with me."

Shi Muyang slightly pointed his jaw and pushed the wheelchair. The two brothers went to the study together.

...

The lights at the desk were a little dim.

Shi Ming looked at the information on the computer, pure gold's eyes became colder and colder, and his delicate facial features seemed to be covered with ice. The cold air condensed coldly, as if he was about to scatter the person.

Shi Muyang sat next to him, and couldn't help but feel a little thumping, and of course he looked so good that he couldn't see much.

But compared to the anger brewing in Shi Ming's eyes, Shi Muyang's eyes were more surprised and pointed to the enlarged photo information on the screen, "This person is Mr. Yun, and the woman standing next to him is..."

Shi Muyang paused slightly. The photo was a photo of a man and a woman twenty years ago. The man was handsome and handsome, with his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He naturally had seen this person. The island owner of Beiyun Island, Mr. Yun, the young woman next to him had a beautiful face and delicate facial features, especially the beautiful pair of apricot eyes, which was very similar to the girl he knew and liked very much..., even, as if it was eight points.

"Continue." His eyelids were half-squinted.

Shi Muyang choked his throat and choked word by word, "It's Qingqing...Mom!"

Shi Shi closed his eyes deeply, and silence had already explained everything.

Shi Muyang breathed tightly, but he couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. His tone of questioning again had become a positive sentence.

"That Qingqing is... Mr. Yun's daughter?"

When he was in the hospital just now, someone asked him this question.

"Yeah." Shi Ming's pursed lips became colder, but suddenly the tone softened again, "Xiao Qi, Yun Xiao Qi."

"So Xun'er is not..." Shi Muyang's eyes suddenly became violent, and Shi Ming smiled coldly, "Damn the fake Yun family's eldest daughter."

Shi Muyang's face turned sinister, and he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Brother, why don't I know these?"

Shi Ming glanced sideways, "You won't know now."

"..." Shi Muyang pulled the corner of his eyes and was very upset. What he had always known was that Xiaoqi was a girl his brother met on the secret agent island of North American government. He missed him for so many years, but his brother never told him that Xiaoqi was the daughter of the Yun family.

Shi Ming slowly narrowed his eyelids, his mouth slightly curled, and a strange and dangerous flash flashed through his pure golden pupils.

Perhaps, there is another person who knows, maybe...

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Chapter completed!