lure her!Delicate and sweet wife is driven crazy by abstinent boss

Zhao Danya was clearly written on the checklist: 15 weeks pregnant.

That time was just before he and Fu Xushang set off for Russia.

At that time, Ji Raoshen was in a hurry to find Ji Xiao in the United States.

He has a gradually clear cognition in his heart that is enough to shock him for a lifetime.

Just then, his phone rang.

It was Ji Raoshen who sent a string of addresses: "Come here, there are some things you need to know."

Wen Yanqi's voice trembled with the violent heartbeat: "Is the child mine?"

Ji Raoshen: "..."

*

The place where Ji Raoshen lives is not very close to Zhao Danya's place, it can be reached within 10 minutes by car.

The little girl was so strong that she didn't shed a single tear in front of his eyes.

Just exhausted and drowsy in the car.

When receiving Wen Yanqi's text message, Zhao Danya just lied to him and said that she had eaten it.

Ji Raoshen scrambled egg fried rice for her, and she said she was sleepy after two bites.

He prepared some salt water for her and managed to drink a little before going upstairs to the guest room and falling asleep.

But he didn't sleep well. When he lifted his legs to walk, he grabbed the hem of his clothes, and his palm-sized face was full of tears.

The eyes are swollen badly.

He leaned very close to hear her raving in her dream clearly.

"Wen Yanqi..."

"You're so bad..."

After all, it was the little girl he had watched and grown up since he was a child. Seeing her dilapidated appearance, he couldn't feel better in his heart.

In the past, she was pampered and wanton, a little scorching sun who dared to be angry and hate.

I've never seen her cry like this.

The little girl grew up and had something on her mind that she couldn't share with him.

Ji Rao looked deeply at the sleeping Zhao Danya.

In the end, she dialed the number and asked Wen Yanqi to come over.

*

Two 10-minute drive.

Ten minutes later, his doorbell rang.

Wen Yanqi was only wearing a black shirt with the neckline open, as if the coldness of late autumn didn't matter to him.

His brows were furrowed, his pupils looked deep inside, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "What about her?"

Ji Rao turned sideways to support him.

Wen Yanqi hadn't reacted yet, and the fierce wind of fists came towards him.

He didn't dodge, and took Ji Raoshen's punch forcefully.

After being beaten, he staggered back several steps before standing still.

Wen Yanqi snorted, turned his face to one side, he paused for a while, then raised his long finger to wipe the blood from the corner of his lower lip.

The voice is still hoarse: "Can I go in?"

Ji Raoshen withdrew his hand, the emotion accumulated between his brows and eyes still persisted, but he turned sideways to let him in.

His voice was very cold: "She is asleep, come with me."

in the study.

Wen Yanqi's gaze fell on Ji Raoshen's open document, and the back of his hand that was at his side slowly tightened.

This is what Zhao Danya has endured during this period of time.

Three months of forbearance, like an absurd and long silent movie, unfolded slowly in his eyes.

When he raised his eyes again, the scarlet at the end of his eyes could not be hidden.

His throat seemed to be soaked in sour water, and he wanted to speak but was filled with stagnation.

In the end, he just took a deep breath, lowered his eyelashes, and laughed at himself:

"I'm really nothing."

Ji Raoshen looked at him calmly with his arms folded, without commenting on his self-mockery.

"I'm taking her back."

If these words were placed a few days ago, Ji Raoshen would definitely think that this is the best for Zhao Danya.

In fact, her depression has not fully recovered, but after Wen Yanqi came, she has improved a lot.

But today...

Ji Rao frowned deeply, but did not respond.

There was a knock on the door.

It was the Filipino servant who took care of Zhao Danya on the second floor who came down.

"Mr. Ji, Ms. Zhao is awake but..." The Filipino maid's tone and expression were very nervous.

Wen Yanqi's pupils shrank, and he strode out.

The girl who came into view was wearing a blanket, standing barefoot on the escalator on the second floor, her slender body was unsteady, and her small face was full of charming and bewildered expressions.

Seeing the two coming out, Zhao Danya tilted her head, and the blanket fell to the ground with her movements.

"Brother Yanqi..."

Ji Raoshen followed closely behind him.

"Uncle Rao Shen..."

She swayed and saw that the little girl was about to step on the empty steps and go down.

The hearts of both of them tugged in an instant.

Wen Yanqi hurried up the stairs, hugged the delicate girl into his arms, put his big arms around her waist, and simply hugged her around her waist.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" He reprimanded in a low voice.

Watching the two come down, Ji Raoshen withdrew his outstretched hand.

Zhao Danya raised her head to look at him, her pair of red star eyes were full of suspicion and surprise, her expression was naive, "Brother Yanqi..."

"You're awake! How's your injury?"

As she said that, she went to pick up his shirt with her little hands, looking at the wound on his chest.

Wen Yanqi was taken aback, Zhao Danya rarely called him Brother Yanqi, usually when the two of them were alone, and more often when they were with him, she called him in a delicate voice.

He looked down at her, and the girl was frowning and unbuttoning his shirt, carefully observing the faint scar on his chest, her soft breath fell on his chest.

A piece of warm numbness burned to the bottom of his heart.

However, he immediately realized that Zhao Danya's state was very abnormal.

Wen Yanqi Taohua narrowed her eyes slightly, and raised her eyelashes to look at Ji Raoshen.

Ji Raoshen frowned deeply, until his gaze passed Wen Yanqi and landed on the ceramic bowl on the dining table.

His pupils suddenly shrank and looked at the servant beside him.

The Filipino maid on the side spoke tremblingly: "I was cleaning on the balcony. When I came out, Ms. Zhao had cooked the mushrooms that Mr. Ji brought back today..."

"It seems that the egg fried rice you made is not very tasty."

"..."

Ji Rao pursed his lower lip deeply and said, "That mushroom has hallucinogenic ingredients."

Wen Yanqi hugged Zhao Danya's hand tightly, with a very ugly look on her face.

"It only affects the nerve center and has no effect on the fetus. It will be fine when it is excreted through metabolism."

"It was originally intended to extract its ingredients as a drug for treating depression."

This is also the scientific research project he studied in Belgium during these time.

When he received a call from Zhao Danya today, he drove to pick her up without even putting down the experimental materials.

Hearing his words, Wen Yanqi's expression changed subtly, and he took a deep look at him.

And the girl in her arms was already restless, holding Wen Yanqi's head down with a pair of small hands, "baji" kissed his thin lips, and clumsily licked the wound on the corner of his lips.

"Brother Yan Qi ~ did you fight with someone?"

"Does it hurt, I'll give you a whir~"

The girl's sweet and warm breath sprayed on the corners of his lips.

Hot and warm, sweet and sultry.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Yaya, can I take you home to sleep?"

"Okay!" Zhao Danya was obedient and obedient the whole time, her starry eyes never missed the man in front of her.

Wen Yanqi put her on the sofa, picked up her coat and put it on her carefully, making sure that her whole body was wrapped warmly before hugging her again.

Ji Rao's deep eyes were very dark, and he took his eyes off Zhao Danya's moist and bright eyes with difficulty.

There has always been only one person reflected in it.

Ji Rao squeezed his fist deeply, and stopped Wen Yanqi when he turned to go out.

"Wen Yanqi, next time she comes to me crying, I won't call you."

That punch was not given to him as Zhao Danya's elder.

His throat was a little stuffy.

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence in the room.

Wen Yanqi's deep gaze met him in mid-air, he raised his lips, and his voice resounded: "There will be no next time."