Married but heartbroken Mr. Jiang can't see the light

"I... not." Tang Ran looked at Jiang Ze with a puzzled face, and tried to smile, but when he smiled, tears suddenly fell down.

Jiang Ze looked at the tearful Tang Ran, rushed over in fright, squatted in front of her and wiped her tears in a hurry: "What's wrong? What did I say wrong?

Is it because you don't like your son?Well, let's treat it as a daughter, no, it's just a daughter, can we raise it as a daughter in the future?

Don't cry, I, I was wrong, I won't talk nonsense in the future, don't cry. "

Young Master Jiang, who was revered by everyone, and the Patriarch of the Jiang family, who was able to turn clouds and rain in the mall, many people talked about his existence, but now he squatted at her feet, trying his best to comfort her in a clumsy and unfamiliar way.

It's hard not to be moved.

But at the same time she was moved, guilt and panic also weighed on her, making her cry even harder.

Jiang Ze squatted at her feet and coaxed her. When Tang Ran cried enough, his legs were so numb that he couldn't stand up.

As a result, he gasped and shook his legs and made Tang Ran laugh again, and she collapsed on the sofa laughing, not seeing the collapsed appearance just now.

On the contrary, Jiang Ze breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the collapse just now should be caused by at least pregnancy hormones. Fortunately, fortunately.

The days passed quickly.

Blink of an eye is New Year's Day.

Last time Tang Ran could find an excuse not to go to the old house, but this time it was New Year's Eve, she couldn't escape no matter what.

"Can I wear this?" Tang Ran held her mouth and pulled the sweater on her body: "Isn't it informal? Don't you also have a warm dress?"

"Family banquet." Jiang Ze suppressed a smile and pinched the tip of her nose: "Are you going to crush all your relatives?"

"How can I have!"

Tang Ran slapped his hands away angrily, looked at the jacket and jeans on his body, and then looked at him scratching casually, with loose hair, leaned over and pulled his sleeves, and whispered: "You are quite young like this , she looks much more friendly than when she was wearing a suit."

"Really?" Jiang Ze smiled and bent down to put his face in front of Tang Ran: "Then you have to look at it more, let the child remember Dad's gentle look."

Tang Ran bit her lower lip and whispered, "He knows, you have always been gentle."

It was because of his gentleness that she became more and more dependent on him, and became more and more clingy like herself.

Tang Ran, who was wrapped in a thick down jacket, entered the old house and found that, as Jiang Ze said, everyone was dressed casually, but men's hands and women's earrings and bracelets were another battlefield.

"It's so flashy." Tang Ran handed the down jacket to the servant, leaned into Jiang Ze's arms, and said in a low voice, "It seems like I'm the only one wearing nothing."

"Want to?" Jiang Ze squeezed Tang Ran's earlobe: "You are so white, suitable for ruby."

It was a little cold between his fingers, and he gently rubbed Tang Ran's warm earlobe, which made Tang Ran shiver, and a tingling sensation rushed straight from her ear to her cervical spine, making her groan and swallow her saliva involuntarily.

"You, don't make trouble." She quickly pushed Jiang Ze's hand away, and gave him a reproachful look: "I don't even look where it is!"

"What did I do?" Jiang Ze was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on Tang Ran's earlobe, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "Okay, we'll talk about it when we go home."

"You..." Tang Ran glared at him again, and went directly to the sofa, and Nan Tang, who was beckoning to her desperately, walked over.

"Sister-in-law, your stomach is curved." Nan Tang looked at Tang Ran's belly which was obviously wrapped in a sweater, and wanted to reach out to touch it.

"Cough." Jiang Ze coughed softly, and stood behind Tang Ran, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, staring straight at Nan Tang's claws that wanted to make trouble.

Nan Tang immediately withdrew her hand and smiled mockingly: "Brother."

Jiang Ze responded casually: "Yes."

The originally warm atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, Nan Tang didn't sit or walk, and writhed back and forth on the sofa.