Poor girl, she is pregnant with a rich old man's cub

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In what way?

Lin Yang just turned around to ask Qin Jue, but before he could say anything, his throat was blocked by fiery lips and tongue.

...

...

To be honest, when Lin Yang delivered Qin Jue with a suitcase to the door, she was relieved.

Although she didn't really want Qin Jue to be separated from her.

but--

In the past two days, Qin Jue has been tossing and tossing endlessly with the excuse of being about to part and making up for and giving thanks!

When I woke up in the morning, my mouth and hands were sore.

Lin Yang was really angry.

I'm really glad that I'm still pregnant with my baby, so Qin Jue couldn't have gone too far.

If there is no baby...

Just Qin Jue's energy and conditions.

Lin Yang really doubted whether he could survive these two days.

morning.

Lin Yang sat on the living room carpet and sorted out the messy balls of wool.

Thinking of how Qin Jue pressed her against the door before he left and kissed her so breathlessly, Aunt Wang covered her eyes with a smile and didn't dare to look.

But I forgot to turn off the phone flash.

Qin Jue still had the cheek to ask Aunt Wang to send him the photo.

Lin Yang's cheeks flushed with anger, and he just wanted to punch Qin Jue over.

Lin Yang even felt that her mouth still had a tingling sensation.

It's two o'clock in the morning Washington time.

Lin Yang glanced at the time, Qin Jue's message was sent an hour ago.

At one o'clock in the morning Washington time, he asked her if she had eaten her breakfast.

Lin Yang didn't know whether she should reply to his message. She was worried that Qin Jue would be woken up by herself just as soon as she fell asleep, so she simply threw the phone aside and started knitting seriously.

She hasn't handled these things for a long time, and her movements are a little rusty, but she is more focused than before at 01:30.

—— Lin Yang knit the scarf given to Ji Yuan with his eyes closed at that time, and he could knit half of it in two breaks.

But this one is different.

Yesterday, Lin Yang spent a whole morning visiting several supermarkets with Aunt Wang to choose the softest and most suitable wool for Lin Yang, and then spent another afternoon designing patterns and stitching.

Dismantled, weaved and dismantled.

Today, almost two hours have passed, and Lin Yang only knits one more palm-width than yesterday.

The carpet that was ruined by Ji Lian and Zhou Qianqian has been replaced. Now that the weather is getting colder, Qin Jue specially replaced it with a long-haired carpet. It is thick and soft, very autumn and winter.

Lin Yang moved his sore neck, looked at the mobile phone stuck in the long-haired carpet, the screen didn't turn on again, knowing that Qin Jue had already fallen asleep, looking at the semi-finished scarf in his hand, he felt a little sore for no reason.

She actually saw the message Qin Jue sent her yesterday, and one of the reasons why she didn't reply to Qin Jue's message was because she was busy, she was knitting a scarf.

In fact, Lin Yang had thought about this for a long time.

When the box scarf made Qin Jue angry last time, Lin Yang was actually quite guilty. At that time, he thought about giving Qin Jue one in the future.

It's just that I haven't had a chance to do it, so I just knit the scarf this time while Qin Jue is on a business trip.

After a while it will be Qin Jue's birthday.

Before Qin Jue's birthday, she didn't want Qin Jue to know the existence of this scarf.

This is Qin Jue's birthday present, Lin Yang thought, he should like it.

Another reason for not replying to the message is that she suffered from insomnia yesterday.

But she didn't want Qin Jue to find out.

Qin Jue already worked hard enough in country m, Lin Yang didn't want Qin Jue to worry about these small things.

Usually, when Qin Jue was lying beside her, Lin Yang didn't really feel much, because she was already used to it.

But yesterday there was suddenly someone missing beside him, Lin Yang felt that the bed was empty, as if he was lying in a deserted wilderness, the bed was so big that he couldn't touch the sides, he didn't feel safe at all.

She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, staring blankly until one o'clock in the morning, lying on the bed watching Qin Jue's messages pop up one by one, but she didn't even dare to open the chat box.

In the end, he took a coat that Qin Jue often wore from the closet and wrapped it around his body. He closed his eyes reluctantly until he was wrapped in the smell of Qin Jue.

Lin Yang was earnestly knitting the scarf in his hand, weaving the initials of Qin Jue's name into the dark gray dark pattern of the scarf, sniffing a little aggrieved.

Lin Yang comforted himself, Lin Yang is fine, it's all caused by pregnancy hormones.

In the afternoon, when the phone rang suddenly, Lin Yang was startled, thinking it was Qin Jue calling.

He hurriedly hid the half-knit scarf in his hands under the coffee table, tidied his hair, and clicked on the answer, only to see Zhou Qianqian's face appearing on the phone screen.

Lin Yang was inexplicably disappointed for a moment, set his phone up, and took out the wool ball under the coffee table again.

Zhou Qianqian on the mobile phone tried her best to look at Lin Yang's hand on the screen, and then said in a fuss, "No, Lin Shuishui, you are preparing for winter in just a few months? Also, there was a flash in your eyes just now. What happened to the disappointment?! I saw it all!"

Lin Yang didn't answer her second question, but just pursed his lips and smiled: "It will be winter when we finish weaving."

Zhou Qianqian cut it short: "I don't believe it. As far as your craftsmanship is concerned, let me say a number, three days."

"Also, is the color darker?"

Zhou Qianqian said while looking behind Lin Yang through the camera, with vigilance in his eyes: "Is Qin Jue on a business trip?"

Lin Yang nodded while weaving the scarf in his hand.

Zhou Qianqian asked me, only to realize belatedly: "Damn it, your scarf was woven for Qin Jue! Fuck that's over, Qin Jue will wear this for the next few decades. My aesthetics have been eroded, Shui Shui, you should weave it better."

Hearing her chattering, Lin Yang blinked strangely, put down the things in his hands, looked at the screen seriously and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Qianqian's mouth, which was chattering just now, suddenly became stuck.

His cheeks were slightly red, and he said a few words "me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me", but I didn't come out.

It's just that thinking about Yan Zhen's frightening state and the words he said that day, Zhou Qianqian felt that his mind was more chaotic than the ball of wool at Lin Yang's feet.

Yan Zhen was used to having a playful smile in front of her.

When she appeared at the entrance of the hotel that day, she had a sombre face, which frightened her for a long time before she could react.

In the past two days, she gnawed off all the rhinestones on her manicure in depression.

In the end, she said to Lin Yang with some embarrassment: "I said I'll tell you after I think it over."

"But it's what I experienced two days ago, I really can't figure it out..."

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