Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Mu Fucheng stared at the swaddling clothes, his heart beating hot.

Seeing his eagerness, Torres on the side said cautiously:

"Who knows if this child is Mu's son? We need to check."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Fucheng raised his leg and walked towards the child.

Doyle's brothers were so scared that they quickly raised their guns.

Mu Fucheng approached step by step as if he didn't see the gun muzzles.

Doyle's men didn't dare to shoot.

Mu Fucheng walked over.

With a deep breath, he gently opened the swaddling clothes.

He saw it.

Almost at first sight, he was sure that this was definitely his son.

The child fell asleep, his little face was pink, with a high nose bridge and thin lips. He had changed a little from the photo An Nansheng sent him, and he looked even cuter.

It’s just that the child may have caught a cold, and his breathing is heavy when he sleeps and his nose is a little stuffy.

Mu Fucheng reached out to hug the child, but the man holding the child took a step back.

Mu Fucheng raised his voice: "Release him."

Lou Zhe let the man go with red eyes.

Mu Fucheng pretended to be dead for so long, and everyone has been preparing for more than two months for this day.

I finally caught this bastard, and I really want to cut him into pieces.

But in the end, you still have to let him go.

If Doyle is released this time, I don’t know how long it will take to catch him again.

Thinking of his dead parents and burned home, Lou Zhe felt very unwilling.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he had to let go.

Doyle dragged his leg and limped over.

Mu Fucheng also took the child.

Such a light and fragile little life ran to the other side of the earth shortly after it was born.

Even babies from ordinary families are reluctant to go out in winter, but his son was taken around by a wanted criminal.

Mu Fucheng looked at Doyle who was walking towards him, with a chill in his eyes.

Doyle was laughing.

Celebrating his narrow escape from death.

He even arrogantly made an obscene gesture towards Mu Fucheng and challenged him in an obscene tone:

"What a pity! I wanted to capture your woman as well. Unfortunately, she has someone protecting her, so I can't get close to her."

"She's so beautiful! No wonder you looked down on the woman we sent you."

Mu Fucheng's pupils trembled.

This beast actually met An Nansheng?

Doyle, you absolutely cannot live.

Doyle was completely unaware that Mu Fucheng had already developed murderous intentions, and he moved past Mu Fucheng triumphantly.

At this moment, Lou Zhe on the opposite side suddenly shouted heartbreakingly:

"careful!"

Mu Fucheng turned around suddenly, and a gun appeared in his hand. He raised his hand and fired two shots.

The first shot hit the man who was holding the child, right between the eyebrows. He had a pistol in his hand.

Another shot struck Doyle.

The bullet passed through the back and hit the heart.

Doyle fell in a pool of blood, his eyes open.

Seeing that Doyle was dead, his men fled in all directions.

Mu Fucheng threw the gun away. The gunshot was so loud that he was worried about scaring the child.

When I lifted the blanket, I found that the baby was awake, but he was not crying. He just had a pair of dark eyes open.

The baby couldn't see anything at this time, but Mu Fucheng felt like he was "looking into the eyes" with his son.

The blood connection between father and son was like a signal, connected in an instant.

Chen Zheng ran over and said in surprise:

"With such a big commotion, the young master didn't cry. He's really brave."

After he finished speaking, little An Jingshen opened his mouth and burst into tears as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Chen Zhengzheng was trying to amuse the child, but suddenly found a hole on Mu Fucheng's shoulder.