Pregnant first and then married, the abstinence boss is secretly kissing his pregnant wife again

When Ji Mingyan received the call, she was measuring Jiang Ting's size.

It would have been nice to have him take off his coat, but he took it all off.Same as yesterday, seems to be in love with undressing...not a good hobby.

"Ting, put it on quickly, you'll catch a cold."

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Ji Mingyan continued to measure him. She could do the bust and collar by herself, but she couldn't do the crotch, waist and hips, because she couldn't bend down with her pregnant belly.

"Uncle Wen, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Ji Mingyan handed the soft ruler to Uncle Wen.

Uncle Wen: "Ma'am, do you want to measure your crotch now?"

Ji Mingyan suppressed a smile and nodded.

Jiang Ting has nothing to love in life, and all the fun of husband and wife is gone!

Damn, the little pregnant wife is still smiling so happily!

But as long as she is happy, he can bear the service of the 70-year-old.

While making notes, Ji Mingyan looked at Jiang Ting and smiled.

Uncle Wen muttered to himself, "It's strange, has the Patriarch's hips gotten bigger?"

Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "No!"

Uncle Wen: "The bust must have gotten bigger!"

Jiang Ting: "..."

Thanks to you, boudoir fun is gone!

Seeing that the Patriarch was angry, Uncle Wen walked out with his hands behind his back, as if he was not afraid at all.

Jiang Ting put on his clothes, like a humiliated innocent boy.

He bent down, leaned over and pressed against her forehead, licking her mouth full of astringency and acting like a baby, "You don't even help me."

"Uncle Wen didn't bully you, he was taking your measurements seriously."

Ji Mingyan glanced at his unbuttoned shirt, her chest muscles grew.

It's really not allowed to breastfeed a child.

What a pity.

Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to touch it?"

Ji Mingyan's face turned red with disappointment: "Yes...no!"

"I'm going to make clothes, you go out!"

Jiang Ting glanced at the desktop, "Your phone is ringing."

an unfamiliar number.

Ji Mingyan connected, "Hi, hello."

"Hello, hello!" Song Zishu said cheerfully, "Do you know Ji Yang?"

"Know him, are you looking for him?"

"Yes, yes, I'm looking for Ji Yang! I'm Song Zishu, my father is Song Zhenyan, my mother is Liu Qingfang, and we are all Ji Yang's family!"

Ji Mingyan shook his hand, and Jiang Ting quickly caught the phone. He touched his pregnant wife's head, held the phone and replied, "Hi, I'm Jiang Ting, and things are a bit complicated. Let's talk about it when we meet."

-

According to the address given by Jiang Ting, Song Zishu took her family to Jiang Lanyuan.

Song Zishu: "God, my brother is so promising to live in such a house."

Song Zhenyan: "This is the property of the Jiang family. It's not Ji. Maybe Shubai works here."

Liu Qingfang covered her heart and said with a smile: "Go in quickly, I can't wait to see Shubai."

Two tall and handsome teenagers walked into Jianglan Court with their grandparents supported.

Mrs. Jiang knew that her real in-laws were coming, so she had already dressed up and sat in the living room waiting for someone.

Ji Mingyan held Jiang Ting's hand tightly, "What do you think my father's family looks like and what they do? Are they really my father's family?"

Jiang Ting looked towards the entrance, "They're here, I see they are your father's family."

Because it's so similar.

The nephew looks like an uncle, and those two teenagers look so much like Ji Yang!

Ji Mingyan stood up excitedly.

"Hi, hello, I'm Ji Mingyan, and my father is Ji Yang."

Song Zishu took a few steps quickly, holding Ji Mingyan's hand, with tears in her eyes, "You are my brother's child, and you look so good. Ah! My niece is pregnant, with a round belly, and she looks so festive."

Having such a familiar and enthusiastic elder can best eliminate barriers and strangeness.

"Auntie, please sit down, Auntie."

"I sit and I sit, and my parents sit too."

Song Zishu: "Zhao Yi, Zhao Heng, come quickly and meet your cousin."

Zhao Yi: "Hello, cousin."

Zhao Heng: "Hello, cousin."

At this time, Uncle Wen brought a red envelope and asked Ji Mingyan to give it to the two cousins.

Ji Mingyan: "Hello, I didn't prepare anything when we first met. This is my wish, please accept it."

"Thank you, cousin!"

This voice is sincere.

Song Zishu: "Yanyan, you are too thoughtful. We came in a hurry and didn't prepare a gift for you. Don't mind. It's a good thing that the child raised by my brother is polite and sensible, much better than my family."

The Song couple looked at Ji Mingyan kindly. The two old people were shy by nature, completely opposite to their daughter.

Song Zishu: "Where's my brother?"

The smile on Mrs. Jiang's face faded.

Jiang Ting held Ji Mingyan's hand.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Jiang Ting: "Do the two old people have heart disease?"

Song Zishu was stunned, "No, no, my parents are in good health."

Ji Mingyan blinked, her pupils gleaming with clear water, "Father passed away not long ago."

Liu Qingfang felt a pain in her heart.

Song Zhenyan: "Qingfang?!"

Liu Qingfang: "I'm fine, good boy, just keep talking."

Ji Mingyan told about the things between Ji Yang, Xie Qingyin, and Shen Fangning.

Song Zishu felt that her heart was going to hurt, she wiped her tears, "I didn't expect my brother to live so hard, if we find him sooner..."

Ji Mingyan: "No one can stop Dad's decision. Aunt, grandpa and grandma, my condolences."

Liu Qingfang couldn't help crying, and the white-haired old man choked up, "My Shubai, he was only four months old when he was stolen. I have been looking for him, I have been looking for him, and I have never given up... that Xie Qingyin Where? I fought with her! Give me back my book, give me back my book!"

Song Zhenyan was so sad that he couldn't speak.

The two elder nephews were also in a bad mood.

What happened to my uncle was too tragic. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I couldn't believe that there are women like Xie Qingyin and Shen Fangning in the world, it's too scary.

Ji Mingyan wiped away her tears and asked Jiang Ting to get the photo album.

"I have a photo album, which contains photos of my father from childhood to adulthood, you can take a look."

Song Zishu: "Okay, thank you Yanyan, you are such a good boy."

The Song family eased their grief, gathered together to look at the photo album, and from time to time asked Ji Mingyan how old this photo was, where did Ji Yang study, what kind of food he liked, what color he liked...

Ji Mingyan actively answered their confusion.

Seeing that Ji Mingyan's head was about to touch Zhao Yi and Zhao Heng's, Jiang Ting felt sore, but he couldn't forcefully pull her into his arms.

So Patriarch Jiang went to wash a plate of fruit and brought it to Ji Mingyan himself.

Ji Mingyan saw that Jiang Ting's gauze-wrapped palm was wet, so she couldn't help but hold his hand and looked at it, "Why are you wet? What if the wound gets infected? Uncle Wen, bring the medicine box here. He needs a new gauze change."

Jiang Ting hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a smug smile.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

Ji Mingyan took a look at the gauze in his palm, her distressed eyes became numb.

If you take it apart one step later, the wound will heal!