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

The mother's hometown is a bit far away, Ji Mingyan decided to wait until she gave birth to her child, and then personally transport her mother's ashes back to her hometown for burial.

After Mrs. Jiang knew about it, she naturally supported her decision, "You and the child can't bear to travel long distances. Your mother is in the sky, and she probably doesn't want you to suffer a little bit."

Ji Mingyan smiled and nodded.

Both father and mother are plain-tempered, but they undoubtedly love her, otherwise they would not have only one child for her, for fear that having a second child will take away her favor.

It would be great if her mother was still alive. She often dreams that her mother is not dead.

Now that she has taken back her mother's ashes, she should not have such absurd dreams again.

That night.

In the studio, Ji Mingyan was stroking Dadai's hair while looking at the pad.

Thanks to Jiang Ting, she hasn't calmed down to work for a long time.

She is watching the spring and summer haute couture shows of major luxury brands.

There are recent ones and previous ones.

Among them is a fairy-like brand that declared bankruptcy last year.

In Ji Mingyan's view, all the high-end and ready-to-wear products of that brand are fine, but they just have no characteristics, no unique brand culture and elements, and it is impossible for people to think of this brand when they see a 'symbol'.

The current luxury brand is very rolly, so you can get a glimpse of it.

Ji Mingyan finds out her past design manuscripts.

Are butterflies special?

It should be counted, but many big names will use the butterfly element, which makes the butterfly element not so special.

How can she make the butterfly special, so that everyone will think of her design works when they see the butterfly?

This is probably the trouble of every designer and brand founder.

Ji Mingyan took a paintbrush and sketched the shape of a butterfly on the drawing paper. The lines were neat and graceful, but not special.

Then someone knocked on the door.

Jiang Ting opened the door and walked in. It is late autumn. Ji Mingyan is wearing furry pajamas. He is wearing black cropped sweatpants and a black headband on his forehead. He should have just finished playing tennis. Beads of sweat are still dripping from his face and arms. It's too strong, no wonder Ji Mingyan likes to sleep with him in his arms.

Speaking of which, she was very envious of Jiang Ting's physique and athletic talent. If she could do it all over again, she would like to have Jiang Ting's physique.

He walked over, leaned over and wrapped his little pregnant wife in his arms, the heat of his breath sprayed on her ears, making a pretty bright red glow.

"Honey, it's time for you to sleep."

"Well... I want to stay here for a while."

Jiang Ting looked at the painting in front of him. He picked up the brush and drew an ugly little butterfly in the middle of the big butterfly. It was plump and cute.

Compared with the elegant and nimble big butterfly, even the wings of this little butterfly are extremely round, but the shape of the butterfly can still be seen vaguely.

He grinned like a kid in the first class of kindergarten who succeeded in pranking, "Now you can't draw, go back to sleep."

Ji Mingyan didn't say a word, and let him carry her upstairs.

She kept silent, Jiang Ting thought she was angry and apologized repeatedly.

Who knew that Ji Mingyan burst out laughing, and kissed Jiang Ting proactively, staring at him with Qing Lingling's eyes, and said very seriously: "Jiang Ting, you are my muse!"

If she dared to say such a thing, she was sincerely making him crazy!

Jiang Ting hugged his tender pregnant wife, licked her mouth and kissed her, and his hands were dishonest, stroking up her pregnant belly.

Here and here are all his, there is no such thing as two little fools.

After kissing for a while, the bewildered Jiang Ting moved the drawing board to the bedroom on the second floor, and continued drawing with her.

I don't know how long it took before Ji Mingyan put down her paintbrush and said excitedly, "This is my brand logo!"

She erased the elegant and nimble big butterfly, and enlarged it in proportion to the naive little butterfly that Jiang Ting drew.As a result, two cute, chubby butterflies, one big and one small, jumped onto the paper.

In the future, when the two little butterflies break out of Asia and go international, and countless people spend wildly on the two little butterflies, the story of the brand logo will be more widely spread than that. Jiang Ting, on his own, will convince consumers that Brand founder Ji Mingyan loves him to death.

Jiang Ting managed to put the excited little pregnant wife to sleep, when the dark sky began to thunder and rain, he covered his little pregnant wife's ears, and just as he closed his eyes, he remembered that Ji Mingyan's flowers were still in the garden.

This is the first time for her to grow flowers, and she has to go to the garden every day to have a look. If it is broken by the rain, she will be very sad.

Love the house and Wu.

He couldn't turn a blind eye to everything she cherished.

Jiang Ting hardly hesitated, and tiptoed into the garden. It was already raining outside, and it took him a few minutes to move all the potted plants into the greenhouse.

He wiped the rain off his face, raised his head receptively, and saw his little pregnant wife standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at him.

"Hey, why are you awake?"

"Jiang Ting, what are you doing in the rain, go back to the house!"

Through the glass and the rain, neither of them could hear what the other said.

Jiang Ting raised his head, and was still in the mood to push back his wet hair. His wife was just beautiful, 360° without any dead ends.

Ji Mingyan had no choice but to use dumb words to tell him to come back quickly, otherwise she would be angry!

The wound is not completely healed, what should I do if it is infected!

Jiang Ting frowned and returned to the house.

At this moment, an old man wandered back to his bedroom.

Jiang Ting: "..."

How come I didn't know that Uncle Wen was so idle before, but this is not important, what is important is how does Ji Mingyan know sign language?

The reason why he could understand sign language was because, as the heir of the Jiang family, he had to learn and understand a little bit of everything.

After returning to the bedroom, Jiang Ting was drenched all over, unable to hug his sweet and soft pregnant wife, so he had to kiss her.

After taking a bath, he hugged his pregnant wife, wrapped in a quilt, and asked in a low voice, "Honey, how do you know sign language?"

Ji Mingyan: "After I became deaf in the right ear, I didn't want to talk to the people in the Shen family. They thought I was deaf and dumb, so they sent me directly to the Institute for the Deaf and Mute. I stayed there for a few months and learned sign language."

Instead of being sent to a hospital, he was sent to an academy for the deaf.

Hehe, it's very good.

Jiang Ting was angry and hurt, and tasted blood in his throat.

"Go to sleep and everything will be fine."

After Ji Mingyan fell asleep again, Jiang Ting couldn't fall asleep, so he picked up his phone to send text messages to Lu Yan.

Jiang Ting: If it were you, what would you do?

Lu Yan: It's too cheap to beat her up, why not give her a mental blow.I heard that you disfigured her, so how about it... I'll find a plastic surgeon and give her a snake face so that she can't go out to meet people, so she won't be able to be a demon.

Jiang Ting: You are still hurt enough, so I owe you once.

Lu Yan: You're welcome, when Murong Ying comes back, you just don't spare any effort to help me.

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Uncle Wen stood by the dining table, gossiping with Mrs. Jiang about last night's trigrams.

Mrs. Jiang: "How do you know that Jiang Ting was drenched in the rain?"

Uncle Wen: "I held an umbrella and went to the garden to see it with my own eyes!"

Mrs. Jiang was a little speechless, "You are getting old, if you have something to tell Xiao Jia and the others, you don't have to do it yourself."

Uncle Wen thought to himself, he still had to do it himself to hear about the corner.

Ji Mingyan sent Jiang Ting to the door, but didn't let her go to the airport, for fear that she would suffer from morning sickness on the way.

Who knew that just after Jiang Ting's plane landed in Yizhou, Song Fei, who was traveling with him, called Jiang Lanyuan, saying that Jiang Ting had a bad cold and a fever.