Madam on top: CEO's new wife

In a daze, Jiang Qiuming woke up leisurely and found that she was at home. She had a headache and rubbed her temples.

She sat up and lay in a daze on the bed for a while. She really couldn't remember who brought her back, so she got up after a while.

Smelling the smell of alcohol on his body and a sour smell, Jiang Qiuming almost vomited, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and prepared to design.

Sitting blankly at the table, Jiang Qiuming couldn't help stretching out his hand to caress his flat stomach, feeling a little complicated.

Sighing, Jiang Qiuming picked up the pencil on the table and saw that there was a stack of documents on the USB flash drive on the table.

Somewhat puzzled, Jiang Qiuming turned on the computer, plugged in the USB flash drive, looked at the information inside, and then looked at the information on the table.

There are familiar handwriting on the paper, this is Ye Ziyi's handwriting, and this USB flash drive is also left by Ye Ziyi.

This is the information that Ye Ziyi left to help Jiang Qiuming, as well as the analysis of very precious jewelry.

Looking at these things, Jiang Qiuming felt mixed feelings. She turned off the computer, closed the files, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress her emotions.

Picking up the pencil again, Jiang Qiuming sketched out a rough shape of a jewel on the white paper with a few strokes. After drawing and changing, changing and drawing.

However, looking at this jewel, Jiang Qiuming thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with any ideas. She crumpled up the drawing paper anxiously and threw it into the trash can.

After clicking, there was a knock on the door, and Jiang Qiuming became more and more irritable. She was pregnant and her mood was even more unstable.

"Who, what are you doing, come in!" Jiang Qiuming yelled, and waved away the pen container, and the paintbrushes in the pen container scattered all over the ground indiscriminately.

The door handle clicked, and the door was opened. Ye Ziyi walked in with an ugly expression, holding a bowl of medicine, walked in, and looked at the restless Jiang Qiuming.

"Why are you here? What is this?" Jiang Qiuming frowned, staring at the dark bowl of bitter Chinese medicine.

"I found a doctor and made you this bowl of hangover soup, and added some tonics for you, which is good for your child!"

Ye Ziyi said with a blank face, glanced at the messy brushes on the ground, picked them up, and put them back into the pen holder.

"Tell me if you are angry, take it out on me, don't take it out on dead objects!" Ye Ziyi's face was cold and his voice was calm.

"I, I didn't do it on purpose, I just..." Jiang Qiuming was a little anxious and wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain.

"Don't talk about it, drink it while it's still hot, it won't be effective if it's cold!" Ye Ziyi said coldly.

Seeing that Jiang Qiuming hadn't taken the bowl of medicine for a long time, Ye Ziyi put the bowl of medicine on the table, turned around and left the room without saying anything.

Misunderstanding Ye Ziyi, Jiang Qiuming regretted it a little. She looked at the steaming traditional Chinese medicine, and the bitter taste made her frown.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Qiuming picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it in one gulp. The bitter taste immediately spread in his mouth.

Frowning, Jiang Qiuming put down the medicine bowl and saw a small paper package by the table. She opened it and saw that it was some candied fruit she liked.

Picking one up and putting it in her mouth, the sweet taste slowly overwhelmed the bitter taste of the medicine, even making her heart a little sweet.

After eating the candied fruit, Jiang Qiuming walked out of the room and saw Ye Ziyi sitting on the sofa stupidly, staring forward with dull eyes.

Thinking of her attitude towards Ye Ziyi just now, Jiang Qiuming felt a little guilty. She walked over and patted Ye Ziyi on the shoulder.

But Ye Ziyi didn't respond at all. Instead, he sat aside, avoided Jiang Qiuming's hand, and continued to look forward.

Feeling even more sad, Jiang Qiuming went to the kitchen, took out some fresh oranges from the refrigerator, and squeezed a glass of juice with the juicer.

Holding the orange juice and putting it in front of Ye Ziyi, Jiang Qiuming couldn't bear to say sorry, so he said lightly, "Thank you!"

After saying this, the two fell into an awkward atmosphere. Ye Ziyi turned his head and looked at Jiang Qiuming. Jiang Qiuming's heart became inexplicably flustered.

After looking at Jiang Qiuming for a while, Ye Ziyi turned around again and looked at the glass of sweet orange juice on the table.

The orange orange juice reflects beautiful colors in the sun, and it seems to be tempting others to drink it.

"I never drink this kind of sweet and greasy juice, I like it... It's useless to forget it, you don't care at all!"

Ye Ziyi laughed at himself, this glass of juice, like Jiang Qiuming, tempted him to do something that violated his principles.

"I, I didn't..." Jiang Qiuming, who is usually eloquent, couldn't say anything to deceive Ye Ziyi at this time. She opened her mouth slightly and did not make a sound.

After sitting for a while, Ye Ziyi still stretched out his hand to pick up the glass of juice, and looked at Jiang Qiuming vaguely.

Jiang Qiuming's heart beat faster, and the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, with a little expectation in his heart.

Looking at the swaying juice in the cup, Ye Ziyi wanted to take a sip, and brought it to his mouth, but in the end, he put it down.

Putting down the cup, Ye Ziyi didn't say anything, still expressionless, stood up and went back to the room.

The cup was placed on the tea table, and there was a crackling sound, Jiang Qiuming's heart sank, she picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.

It should be a sweet taste, but at this moment there is only a sad taste, which makes her feel miserable.

She wanted to open her mouth and say something to keep Ye Ziyi, but she was not qualified and didn't know what to say.

He raised his hand and put it down in a slumped way. Jiang Qiuming sat on the sofa with his head down, at a loss.

Sitting on the sofa alone, Jiang Qiuming unconsciously put her hands on her stomach, a feeling of loneliness hit her.

In the still air, the cell phone rang suddenly. Jiang Qiuming was startled, and she frantically picked up the cell phone.

Turning on the phone, it was a text message from Yue Feng, with only a short sentence: Is everything going well?

After scrolling down, there was nothing left. Feelings of grievance flooded over Jiang Qiuming. She covered her mouth to control herself from crying.

Yue Feng didn't care about her at all, and he didn't care about his children. All he cared about was his career. Realizing this, her heart ached.

The sky outside the window darkened, black clouds billowed, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Jiang Qiuming in the darkness.

After closing the phone, Jiang Qiuming stared at the phone. There was the sound of water falling, but it was not clear whether it was the sound of rain or the sound of tears hitting the phone.

A string of crystal tears, under the light of the lightning, reflected dazzling light spots, Jiang Qiuming still couldn't help crying.

She sat on the sofa and cried softly. Gradually, her voice became louder and louder, and finally, she burst into tears.

"Baby, what do you think mother should do, mother has nothing, I only have you!" Jiang Qiuming touched his lower abdomen, feeling this little life.

"Baby, tell me what evil I did!" Jiang Qiuming let go of herself all of a sudden, crying loudly.

"Ye Ziyi, why are you being so nice to me, you big fool, why!" Jiang Qiuming's cry was drowned out by the thunder.

In the room, Ye Ziyi sat by the window, watching the lightning and thunder outside, he walked to the door of the room, wanting to go out and see Jiang Qiuming.

However, reason told him that he should not go out, and his sensibility was controlling him again. He heard Jiang Qiuming's cry in a trance.

Amidst the thunder, Ye Ziyi heard Jiang Qiuming call him a fool, and let go of his hand on the doorknob.

He leaned against the door, his body limp, lowered his head, inserted his hands into the thick black hair, and tore the hair.

He hated his weakness, he covered his face with his hands, but couldn't stop the tears from flowing from his fingers.

It was still windy and windy outside, a door separated the two people, and separated the pain of the two people.

On the other side, Mo Wanni was so tired from being tormented by Ling Junchen that she fell asleep under the quilt without taking a bath.

Looking at Mo Wanni's sleeping face, and at the mess in the room, Ling Junchen shook his head with a wry smile, and rolled up his sleeves to tidy up.

Taking the leftover dinner plate to the kitchen, Ling Junchen turned on the faucet, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and went back to the bedroom.

Taking out a set of nightgowns from the cupboard, Ling Junchen took the nightgowns and went to the bathroom, took a shower and came out refreshed.

Looking at Mo Wanni who was sleeping soundly on the bed, Ling Junchen smiled helplessly, went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water, and brought it over.

Turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, lift Mo Wanni's quilt, and take off her clothes. Ling Junchen wipes her body with a damp towel.

Brushing every inch of Mo Wanni's body, looking at the bruises on her body, Ling Junchen felt a little distressed, and warned himself to be gentle next time.

Outside, it was raining heavily, and it was probably a bit cold. Mo Wanni groaned, curled up into a ball, muttered something, and continued to fall asleep.

Looking at Mo Wanni's cute appearance, Ling Junchen smiled pitifully, and continued to wipe her body, gently wiping off the marks on her body.

However, after rubbing, Ling Junchen's breathing became heavy, and his eyes became deep, like a wolf in the dark night.

Ling Junchen's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his body also became hot, and a hot current rushed into his body.

He lowered his head and kissed Mo Wanni's delicate lips, bit by bit. The sleeping Mo Wanni didn't have any defenses and let him attack the city.

Kissing and kissing, Ling Junchen's hands became restless, moving around from top to bottom, not letting go of any place.

After the kiss was over, Ling Junchen was out of breath, and kept pecking and kissing Mo Wanni's face, while she stretched out her hand to drive away the "mosquitoes" that harassed her sleeping.

Seeing Mo Wanni's little movements, Ling Junchen suppressed his thoughts, kissed Mo Wanni's little face, and prepared to take another cold shower.

Turning on the faucet and taking a hot shower, Ling Junchen laughed at himself, committing a crime of his own accord.

After taking a cold shower, Ling Junchen calmed down, dried his body, walked to the bed, and stared at Mo Wanni.

Going to bed lightly, Ling Junchen carefully hugged Mo Wanni, protected her in his arms, sniffed the fragrance of her hair, and fell asleep.

Mo Wanni in her arms twisted subconsciously, found a comfortable position, rubbed against Ling Junchen like a kitten, and fell asleep peacefully.