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

The bedroom was pitch black, only the night light beside the bed emitted a faint light that gently shone on Lin Yang's face and in front of him.

When the video was first connected, Qin Jue hadn't even seen Lin Yang's half-hidden face in the darkness, but he saw the big, ill-fitting, familiar shirt on Lin Yang's body.

The surging thoughts stagnated for a moment at that moment.

No, it should be that Qin Jue's breathing stopped for a moment.

——When he was not at home, Lin Yang slept wearing his shirt.

This fact circulated in Qin Jue's mind like a revolving lantern.

I thought I could not sleep well by myself, and the exhaustion of waking up early in the morning to have an interview with my partner disappeared in an instant.

Qin Jue felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, and then, the longing that had stagnated just now swept across the sky and covered the sky, like a prairie fire, burning Qin Jue's heart itching unbearably.

Looking at the cute face of the girl trapped in the quilt on the screen, Qin Jue's Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably, his heart was beating violently, his chest was filled with great satisfaction, and he restrained himself until his breathing slowed down.

He just wanted to appear in front of Lin Yang immediately.

When Qin Jue spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if he was talking on a mobile phone screen.

Instead, lie on your side.

"Baby, why are you secretly wearing your husband's shirt?"

Lin Yang lay on his side, put his phone on the pillow, and sank between the big bed and the quilt.

She tried her best to open her hazy eyes wide, and the fleshy cheeks raised by Qin Jue were slightly swollen by the pillow.

It looks like a ignorant little animal.

In such a dim environment, you can clearly see the girl's fair and translucent skin, and the beautiful eyebrows that make people unable to take their eyes off.

It was exactly as he had described it.

Like a rose in bud.

Beautiful, delicate and charming.

Such a beautiful Lin Yang was raised by him.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Qin Jue pressed his chest, trying to calm down his exaggeratedly beating heart, and smiled contentedly and helplessly.

Because of sleepiness, when Qin Jue just asked that sentence, she was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

"what?"

Lin Yang foolishly looked at the smiling man on the screen.

Qin Jue's magnetic voice made Lin Yang's ears go numb. Lin Yang only felt a tingling sensation coming from his back. She didn't actually hear what Qin Jue said.

"The baby is wearing my husband's shirt." Qin Jue's mouth curled up slightly, and he repeated it patiently in a relaxed tone.

He frantically pressed the screen capture button.

Save Lin Yang's cute appearance at the moment in the photo album.

This time he is affirmative.

Qin Jue knew Lin Yang too well.

After she reacted, the first thing she did was to play tricks.

Sure enough, after Lin Yang heard Qin Jue's words clearly, his eyes widened suddenly, which could be regarded as a little sober. In the next second, Lin Yang came to his senses and threw the phone aside.

Qin Jue looked at the sound of the bedroom ceiling rubbing against the cloth in the picture, propped his chin on the back of his hand, looked at the phone screen with gentle eyes, and couldn't hold back a low laugh.

Obviously, Lin Yang over there heard it too.

The sound of the cloth rubbing became softer and soon disappeared.

The phone screen shook, and Lin Yang's face reappeared on the screen.

Compared with just now, her cheeks are a little more rosy, and her hair is a little messy.

Holding the mobile phone, she pulled a pillow over her waist and leaned half against the head of the bed.

She turned on the bedside lamp a little brighter, and Lin Yang was immersed in the warm light, making his whole body look softer.

Qin Jue stared straight at Lin Yang's face, and her pajamas, which were buttoned wrongly, as if fascinated, unable to look away.

The car stopped at a building screen, Xu Chengyan glanced at the time, then glanced at the back seat.

Silently beckon the driver to get off the car, then postpone the meeting time, leaving the space in the car for Qin Jue.

Lin Yang didn't notice Qin Jue's gaze at all, because she was so guilty that she didn't dare to look at Qin Jue.

Lin Yang blushed, looked at the screen, dodged his eyes, and said fiercely to Qin Jue: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't wear yours—"

But before she could finish her sentence, Qin Jue interrupted her softly: "Yangyang."

Qin Jue's words were obviously very light, but they fell heavily on Lin Yang's heart.

Hearing the embarrassment in Lin Yang's ears, he subconsciously glanced at the screen and said, "Can you yell properly..."

But just this one glance, Lin Yang was stunned.

Qin Jue moved so close to the screen that the phone could only fit half of his face, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

"Did Yang Yang use her husband's shirt as pajamas?"

He saw that this one had just been replaced, and because he was in a hurry, the buttons were buttoned in the wrong place.

Just now, I didn't wear it inside.

Qin Jue's eyes were dim, and his voice was hoarse, as if being rolled over by sand and stones.

"why?"

After he asked this sentence, Lin Yang's cheeks turned red almost instantly.

Qin Jue looked at Lin Yang's obviously flustered eyes and face on the screen, like a wolf who has found its prey.

He knew that Lin Yang was shy and thin-skinned, and he might hang up the phone because of his two words.

He was still thinking about it just now.

He just opened his mouth to tease Lin Yang, but Lin Yang was shy, so he just brought the matter over with one sentence, and it was over.

But he can't control so much now.

He just wanted to hear Lin Yang's answer.

why?

What was Lin Yang's mood when he put his clothes on, he wanted to hear.

"...I, I didn't."

Qin Jue's gaze was too hot, Lin Yang subconsciously wanted to hide under the quilt, but felt that his toes were curled up in shyness.

She even forgot that she could just hang up the phone instead of doing these useless resistances.

——Perhaps it was the subconscious desire to see Qin Jue that made her forget this.

Lin Yang's heart was beating so hard.

Embarrassment and shyness intertwined in his heart, and there was also some secret sweetness, as if a warm honey had covered Lin Yang's heart.

This strange feeling made Lin Yang go limp all over, and his joints were dyed pink.

Qin Jue remained silent, Lin Yang paused for a long time, and quietly raised his eyes to glance at the screen.

The girl's eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and there was some crystal at the end of her eyes.

"I miss you so much, baby." The man's voice was low, almost whispering, rippling in Lin Yang's ears.

"Do you want your husband to hug you to sleep, eh?"

Lin Yang whimpered uncontrollably, she felt that her cheeks could definitely cook an egg right now.

When Qin Jue opened her mouth, she grasped the sheet reflexively.

"Do you miss me? Baby." Qin Jue deliberately lowered his voice, brought the phone close to his lips, his tone was so gentle and coaxing.

They were too close, and the man's words came from the phone mixed with the sound of breathing, as if in Lin Yang's ear.

"My husband misses you so much, I want to hold the baby, kiss the baby—"

"Qin Jue!"

"Don't say... woo..." Lin Yang interrupted Qin Jue's words uncontrollably.

She was so shy that her voice trembled.

But it was all like this, and he still didn't hang up the phone.

The corners of Qin Jue's mouth were slightly curved, and his trousers were tight. Qin Jue raised his legs and lifted the hem of his coat to cover it up.

It's too much.

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