I'm secretly married to the boss with cubs

i want you to hug
Those four words instantly made Yan Junye feel as if he had been struck by lightning.

Let him hug?
How can it be?

"I want you to hug."

Ming Shu spoke stubbornly, staring at him closely.

Before she passed out, she remembered that he was also injured, and she didn't know whether Yan was serious or not.
As soon as her Adam's apple rolled, Yan Junye finally stepped over, picked her up in his arms and put her on the bed within three seconds, before turning around and leaving.

"do not go."

Ming Shu quickly pulled him back, took advantage of the situation and hugged his neck, resting her chin on his broad shoulders, her eyes were slightly red.

It was her fault, she hadn't seen his goodness clearly in the past four years, and mistrusted Mingci.

God didn't let her die, so she came to repay the debt, and she would pay off what she owed this man bit by bit.

Yan Junye's whole body was so stiff that he couldn't believe the soft touch under his body.

She actually took the initiative to hug him?
"Daddy."

At this time, Jing Bao's baby voice sounded from behind, and he was carried in by the housekeeper.

"Yan Ye, the young master is clamoring to see you, he dare not be alone at home, so I brought him here."

After the butler finished speaking, he looked at Mingshu warily.

This bad woman, it is precisely because of her tossing and tossing several times that the young master is so afraid of being alone!

Yan Junye regained his senses, pushed away the girl under him, walked over and hugged Jing Bao.

"Daddy."

Jing Bao curled up in the man's arms, timidly looking at the person on the hospital bed.

Seeing the little guy looking at him with such eyes, Ming Shu felt as if his heart was being grabbed by a big hand, and it hurt so badly.

In fact, she didn't hate Jing Bao, but she would think of her own child when she saw him, so she didn't dare to be nice to him anymore.

But now that she plans to live a good life with Yan Junye, Jing Bao should accept it.

"Jing Bao, let me hug you?"

Hearing this, Jing Bao pursed his lips, retracted further into Yan Junye's arms, and shook his head slightly: "You don't want me and Daddy anymore. That's bad."

The little guy began to repel her.

Although Jing Bao was young, he was very intelligent. He understood what she said before she left, and he also understood that she never liked him.

Opened his mouth, Ming Shu wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Yan Junye: "I will arrange someone to take care of you, and I will get the divorce certificate when I leave the hospital."

After the words fell, he didn't stay any longer, and left with Jing Bao in his arms.

The housekeeper snorted coldly, "Young Madam, please take care of yourself, don't come to harm our young master again!"

Mingshu lowered her head bitterly.

She has acted too much in the past four years, and now no one wants to believe her.
Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the infusion bottle, and pulled it out without hesitation!

No matter, the most important thing now is to save your husband and baby, and you can't go wrong anymore!
Then, she staggered out with her slippers on.

"Boom."

It was pouring rain outside, and when the medical staff saw her running out, they hurriedly stopped her, "Ma'am, Lord Yan told you to rest well."

Ming Shu's eyes turned red.

Look, it was agreed to get a divorce, but he still silently protected her behind his back. Why didn't she find out in the past four years?
Gritting her teeth, she pushed away the medical staff and rushed into the rain regardless.

"parking."

She flagged down a taxi and chased the car ahead.

At the moment, inside the Maybach.

"Yan Ye, there is a car following behind."

The driver reported, not knowing whether to throw it off or let it catch up.

Yan Junye didn't look back, but said in a low voice, "Dumped."

Afterwards, the Maybach accelerated, and the taxi behind it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Miss, this car is gone."

The taxi driver wiped off his sweat. His car is a luxury car worth tens of millions. It's no wonder his little car can catch up.

Ming Shu pursed her lips, turned her head and saw a flower shop next to her, and couldn't help raising her voice: "Stop, stop."

She doesn't know how to coax people, but sending flowers should always be a pleasure, right?
So I got out of the car and bought a bouquet of roses.

When we arrived at Yanjia, it was raining harder and harder.

Looking at the flowers in her arms, she blocked them with her body and ran in cautiously.

"Open the door!"

She knocked on the door and the butler came out.

"Young madam, I told you not to pester our young master anymore, why don't you give up?"

The housekeeper didn't like Mingshu very much, and he didn't dare to treat her in the past because of Yan Junye's order, but now that he was about to get divorced, naturally he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Ignoring the malice in these words, Ming Shu just insisted: "Can you let Yan Junye come out to meet me? I have something to say to him."

"Oh, what good things can you say?"

The butler sneered.

It's nothing more than telling Yan Ye to let her go, or cursing Yan Ye to die soon, he can recite them all!
"I"

She bit her lip and lowered her head.

Can't see it?
He even changed the password at home, maybe he really doesn't want to see her anymore
Clenching her fists hard, she took a few steps forward.

no!No matter how hard you work, you will definitely see him!
"Yan Junye, I have something to tell you, come out and meet me! Just one time, I'll leave as soon as I see you!"

"It's really the most poisonous woman's heart. Do you know that Lord Yan was injured in order to save you, and you let him out this rainy day to make his wound inflamed and festered?"

The butler said in a displeased way.

Ming Shu was startled in vain.

Sure enough, he was really hurt.

"Yan Junye"

She yelled anxiously, and before she could finish speaking, she heard a "clang".

The big iron gate in front of him was opened, and a tall and tall man was standing in the rain with a black umbrella, looking at her with a cold gaze, as if separated by a thousand layers of mist and rain.