Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

Fang Yiru looked at the extremely confident man in front of him, and couldn't help curling the corners of his lips slightly.

"Confidence is a good thing."

But arrogance is not so good.

Why didn't she feel that if the Fang family liked him, they would definitely accept him.

"If they know I'm pregnant...you can't tell."

Fang Yiru's face turned cold, and she warned menacingly.

She didn't want to use her stomach to threaten her family.

If her family had to agree to marry Jiang Beiyan because she was pregnant, then her family would be disappointed with her.

Jiang Beiyan frowned, puzzled: "Why?"

Is it so difficult to say that you are pregnant with his child?

Fang Yiru twitched her lips and said: "Why, you are not allowed to tell them about my pregnancy, and if my family members disagree, you are not allowed to let me do my homework with them. You have to work hard on your own to let me Your family accepts you."

If a man really loves a woman, he should not let the girl give up her family, but let himself work hard to integrate into the woman's family.

True love is just wronging yourself, not asking your partner to give up.

Fang Yiru thought silently, anyway, if her family disagreed, she would not make her family unhappy if she was killed.

Big deal... It's okay for her to never get married for the rest of her life. Anyway, it's not like she can't support her children.

After thinking about it this way, Fang Yiru couldn't help but smile, um, this decision is very good, as it should be.

Jiang Beiyan watched her frowning for a while, and smiling for a while, and couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed.

From childhood to adulthood, Fang Yiru he knew was always so energetic.

The expressions on her face are always so rich, and she doesn't know what is going on in her head, which makes people feel that she is always different from others.

Someone hurried out of the terminal and handed two business class tickets to Jiang Beiyan.

The man held her hand tightly, and at this moment, she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

Jiang Beiyan's voice rang in his ears, Fang Yiru was stunned for a moment, then he turned his head to look at himself and said, "It's time, don't be afraid, with me, if grandpa gets angry, it's all my fault."

Fang Yiru was stunned for a moment, but when she didn't respond, she was dragged by the man into the airport.

Looking at the back that she was very familiar with since she was a child, she seemed to be able to think of his appearance in every period.

Cursing her lips, she lowered her head and murmured: "The matter between the two of you is all your fault."

The sound of the booming plane flew over her head, swallowing all the soliloquies in her mouth.

Until the plane landed in Lincheng, Fang Yiru was stunned when she got off the plane.

It was snowing in Lincheng, and the night shrouded the entire Lincheng, white snowflakes intertwined with the neon lights of the city.

She blinked, feeling the cool chill of snow falling on her eyelashes.

A warm men's coat wrapped her whole body, revealing a white and innocent little face.

Fang Yiru froze for a moment, then struggled and said, "Why did you give me your clothes, it's so cold outside."

I gave it to you because of the cold, what if it gets frozen.

The man stared at her, with the seriousness and persistence on his face that had never been serious and serious: "Dress well, don't catch a cold."

It took many years before Fang Yiru gradually understood what was the shining thing in Jiang Beiyan's eyes at that time.

It was love, pampering, and his sincerity.

Curling the corners of her lips, she murmured reluctantly, "I'm not cold."

She has her own coat, and the weather in Lincheng and Jiangcheng is not too bad, so she wears a coat.

The thick down jacket wrapped her like a penguin, and the man's clothes were bulky and bulky, she seemed to be buried under the clothes.

The hand has been held tightly in the palm of a big hand.

Different from his thin body, the man's palm is hot.

Fang Yiru blushed, and walked out of the airport while being dragged.

She... is not such a fragile woman.

It's just that the man's clothes have a faint cologne smell, which is actually very monotonous, and she didn't think it smelled so good before.

Maybe it was because I smelled it too much before and became paralyzed by this smell.

At this time, under the icy coldness of the snowflakes, she felt that the taste was sweet and refreshing.

It turns out...his taste is not too bad.

She curled her lips and smiled, looking at the hand she was holding.

I hid behind the man and followed step by step, like a poor baby.

If it was before, she would definitely push this man away and go to the front by herself.

At this time, Fang Yiru felt that the feeling of being led by someone like this was very good, very good!

Because it was already late when he came back, Fang Yiru did not go directly to Fang's house, but followed Jiang Beiyan to his villa in Lincheng.

He is a person who has a main property in Jiangcheng, but for the convenience of Lincheng, he bought a villa.

It's not the first time Fang Yiru lives here, but this time it feels slightly different.

She couldn't help frowning, and asked, "You don't come to the city often, so just buy an apartment. Buying a villa is such a waste."

There are not many Jiangbeiyan industries here.

Although Fang Yiru said it so casually, she knew that Jiang Beiyan did not lack houses.

Villas can also appreciate in value.

It's just that the man didn't hide it, and said bluntly: "When you get married in the future, you still need a fixed house. It's not that you don't like moving around."

So... this is also their wedding room?

When Fang Yiru heard this, she felt a little uncomfortable.

In the past, she couldn't help but retort.

But after listening to it today, she felt awkward and embarrassed, coughed lightly and asked: "Then those clothes upstairs, you bought them for me?"

After getting a definite answer, Fang Yiru hooked the corners of her lips, and whispered: "I almost can't wear it anymore."

"It doesn't matter, I'll make it according to the size of what you like."

Fang Yiru was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise, "Those...are you doing it yourself?"

However, she looked at the brands she usually wears and likes, not like custom-made items.

A trace of awkwardness flashed in Jiang Beiyan's eyes, and it was rare that he didn't say confidently: "Part of it is."

If it's easy, he can do it, but if it's too difficult, he can't.

He just said, "I made all the pajamas."

Because the pajamas are convenient, the style is simple and easy to handle, and...he is very familiar with her size.

It fits snugly and is not restrictive. No wonder Fang Yiru thought from the very beginning that the pajamas were really well made and she felt great wearing them.

It turned out that he did it himself.

Fang Yiru twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "You are a dignified president of the Jiang family, do you usually have free time?"

The president is gone, you want to be a tailor, what a depravity!