Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"Give me back the phone."

Early in the morning, Song Mianmian took away his mobile phone on the grounds that she would not touch electronic products during pregnancy.

Song Mianmian clenched her fists and bit her lower lip in frustration.

He stood there in a daze, not intending to take the phone at all.

Ji Moyang is as gentle as jade, which doesn't mean he has no temper.

Disappointed, he looked back and walked away.

Song Mianmian hurriedly hugged his thin waist from behind, begging pitifully: "Brother Moyang, don't go! You will be tricked by Zheng Xueying if you go, do you have the heart to let me be laughed at by them?"

Heh, I still say that.

Ji Moyang finally saw clearly that what he said to defend Song Qianxi in front of him before was all false.

Just to win his favor and make him loathe Song Qianxi's corrupt private life even more.

Stupid, stupid!

"Qianxi has been your sister for more than 20 years."

Ji Moyang's tone was cold, and Song Mianmian's heart sank suddenly.

shallow...

This was the first time she had heard Ji Moyang call Song Qianxi by that name, and he believed Zheng Xueying's words.

Song Mianmian bit her lip unwillingly.

Ji Moyang was originally hers, so why did Song Qianxi come to snatch it!

"My sister has Mr. Chu."

Song Mianmian seemed to remind Ji Moyang, "Mr. Chu cares about my sister very much, and he will definitely save her."

Thinking of the last time in the elevator, the two of them rubbed each other's ears, and there was a pain in the heart.

Ji Moyang's face paled, he pulled away Song Mianmian's hand to be free, and walked forward quickly, when he pushed the door out, Song Mianmian's voice came from behind him, "Brother Moyang!"

He stopped, turned around hesitantly, and saw Song Mianmian sitting on the window with his legs hanging outside, and the slippers on his feet had fallen off, as if they were about to fall off in a second.

"Brother Mo Yang, if you leave, the baby and I will die."

Forced to die, Ji Moyang's face was extremely dark, he turned back, and stretched out his long arms to embrace Song Mianmian into his arms, her body trembling uncontrollably, crying softly, "Brother Moyang, I can't live without you... ..."

She was shaking even more, Ji Moyang frowned, picked her up and went back to the room, covered her with the quilt, went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water for her to warm her body, with a serious look on her face.

"You are not alone now, don't make fun of children casually."

Song Mianmian knew enough was enough, nodded earnestly, stretched out his hand hesitantly to grab his clothes, looked up at him timidly, and said cautiously: "Can you stay with me?"

Ji Moyang frowned, just as he was hesitating, the phone rang.

He followed the sound and found his mobile phone in the drawer of the bedside table.

"Yu Bai" flashed on the phone screen.

"I'll go take a call."

"Hey, Brother Mo Yang..."

Song Mianmian made a sound, and Ji Moyang had already walked out of the room.

The moment the door closed, she lowered her face, and a monstrous anger appeared in her beautiful eyes.

The defense against Song Qianxi by day and night was shaken out by Zheng Xueying.

"Zheng Xueying!"

She gritted her teeth and grabbed the sheet under her body.

Ji Moyang walked to the balcony, picked up the phone, "Hello, Yu Bai."

Shen Yubai said: "Last time you asked me to investigate and I came out, you... Be mentally prepared."

Hearing this, Ji Moyang completely believed Zheng Xueying's words, the feeling of being deceived and played with in the palm of his hand surged into his heart like a raging flood, he clenched his hand holding the railing until his knuckles turned white, The blue veins are abrupt.

Shen Yubai frowned, and said seriously, "It was Song Qianxi, not Song Mianmian, who was talking to you about letters."