Dear CEO, I’m Pregnant - Chapter 323

His tone is gentle and steady. Every word is like a heavy hammer, hitting on Xu Zhigang’s heart.

“What she is bearing now is only half of what she was bearing in that year. She is responsible for it. What’s more, Uncle Xu, have you forgotten that you still have a daughter named Yanyu. Most of her sufferings come from you, aunt Xu and Xia Xia. ”

Xu Zhigang’s chest contracted severely, his ears roared, and his head was dizzy.

For a long time, he sighed deeply.

Yes, he is ashamed of Yu, but now he doesn’t know how to make up for Yu. Yu wants to drive Xu Yingxia away, so she is willing to go back to Xu’s home. However, his wife is the first to disagree.

Lu Yan said in a light voice: “uncle, if you can’t make a choice and meet the requirements of words, you’d better stop disturbing her and let her live quietly.”

Xu Zhigang clenched his cheeks and said nothing.

In the office, Yanyu is carrying the file in her hand. She quickly puts it on the desk, and suddenly glances at the desk calendar. Her eyes are slightly stunned. She purses her lips, as if she is distracted. The pen in her hand is tight and loose.

She took a gentle breath and lowered her eyelashes.

Lip color because of force, and appears a little pale.

After a while, she raised her lips, and it was almost the death day of Cheng CI. She hadn’t seen him for a year, and she hadn’t gone to see him for a year.

Yuyu returns to the apartment, and the nanny has picked up Xiaoxing and Lu Shumu.

Little star blinks his eyes. Like a cute little dog, he rushes to Yu Yu, embraces Yu Yu’s two legs and raises his head.

The metaphor touched her head to put things down.

Little star like a small tail, closely behind her, smiling.

Yuyu lowered her head and asked her, “is there anything I want to share with my mother?”

“Yes.” Little star eyes a bright, ran to the side of the table, picked up a report card, “Mom, I have two little red flowers!”

Her dark pupils are round and full of smiles, showing off.

Yuyu bent down to pick her up and gave her a kiss on the forehead: “that’s great.”

Little star finished himself, did not forget to tell Yu: “sparse wood also has little safflower.”

“How many?”

Little star to fingers, eyes bent into a small crescent, lying on the shoulder of the metaphor, pouted a little buttock, embarrassed to say: “more than me a little bit?”

“How many are those?” he said

Lu Shumu doesn’t care very much. He looks up at the little star and continues to do his own thing.

The little star said softly, “he has five.”

Yuyu kisses her again: “you’re all great!”

“Is Dad back?” he asked Little star pointed to the direction of the kitchen, small milk sound is cute: “Dad is cooking in the kitchen.”

Just then, Lu Yan came out of the kitchen with a dish.

Time is amazing. No one knows what it will be like to be polished by time. I still remember that three years ago, Lu Yan was absolutely far away from the kitchen, let alone cooking. But three years later, Lu Yan had a lot of soft and comfortable atmosphere.

He put the dish on the dining table, walked a few more steps, and walked around to Yu Yu. Regardless of the little star still on Yu Yu’s chest, he bent down and hooked Yu Yu’s neck, which was a deep kiss.

Little star has understood a little, she stretched out a small hand, covered his eyes: “Mom and dad kiss it.”

Yu also smiles and gently pushes Lu Yan to let him worry about the children.

Soon, with the joint efforts of nanny and Lu Yan, the dinner was ready.

In fact, Lu Yan only cooked two dishes, both of which were very simple. One was fried clams with chili sauce, and the other was chicken wings with cola. But because it was made by his father, it was very popular with the two children.

Yanyu gives xiaoxingxing the meat from the clam and feeds it to her mouth. Xiaoxingxing’s dark pupils smile at Yanyu, which makes her eating more fragrant.

Lu Yan couldn’t help but reach out and touch her round head.

Lu Yan asked: “little star, do you eat at school and ask the teacher to feed you?” He is teasing her, because the teacher all praises the small star to eat in the school to be specially good.

Unexpectedly, little star seriously thought about it, swallowed the rice in his mouth, bent his eyes and said: “teachers can’t feed children, but children can feed children.”

Lu Yan smiles: “which child did you feed?”

Little star shook his head: “it’s someone else who feeds me.”

Lu Yan sensitively felt that something was wrong. He twisted his eyebrows and asked casually, “who feeds you?”

“Our monitor.”

“Is the monitor a girl?”

“No, it’s a boy.”

Lu Yan felt that something had hit his head heavily, and the alarm bell in his heart sounded, and his brain was only circulating, which smelly boy was it.He pressed down his anger and reluctantly showed a kind smile: “little star, why does your monitor want to feed you?”

“Because I ate too slowly, he couldn’t watch it any more.”

The simile looked at Lu Yan and said in a low voice, “do you think that you are just like Grandma wolf? The children are very simple. Don’t think too much about it.”

“Is it?” Lu Yan seems calm, but his voice always feels that he is gnashing his teeth.

He and Lu Shumu look at each other, and their eyes are full of conversations that men can understand. It’s about asking Lu Shumu to see which smelly boy their monitor is.

Yu Yu’s smile made her stomach ache. After a meeting, she held back her smile, looked down at the little star and told her seriously, “you are a girl. You should protect yourself, you know?”

Little star with innocent eyes, do not know is to understand, or do not understand.

Before going to bed, Yanyu was leaning against the head of the bed to read a book. A hand reached into her nightgown. Lu Yan hugged her from one side, and her thin lip was close to her neck.

Breathing is wet, with a strong ambiguity.

His hand is not honest at all. He catches fire slowly. Yu puts down his book, turns around and interacts with him actively.

Lu Yan’s eyes were a little deep and his breath was heavy.

The unique smell of a man mixed with a light smell of tobacco is full of the breath of words. He bites the tip of her nose, and the only reflection in his eyes is her. The smile is deep, and the lines at the end of his eyes are full of lingering smile.

His voice is deep and sexy: “Yan Yan.”

“Well.”

“Yan Yan.”

“Well.” It’s such an unconscious dialogue, but both of them feel the rare warmth. He is the controller, and the metaphor is the puppet with both hands and feet in his hands. He is at his mercy, and slowly caters to him with his actions.