Pregnant with the president's cub after escaping marriage

Jiang Yaojing lowered his eyes and stared deeply at her.

Song Yunyun smiled, "What's wrong with you, why are you looking at me like that?"

Standing on tiptoe, she circled and hooked his neck, and offered her upper lip.

Lips touched, Jiang Yaojing's stiff body vibrated.

She left gently, "Are you angry?"

Without waiting for Jiang Yaojing to answer, he said, "I wrote the diary."

Jiang Yaojing pressed his eyebrows calmly.

It seems unexpected.

She will speak up.

Song Yunyun wrapped his arms around his neck, and was able to rest her chin on his shoulder with her feet on her feet. She lightly rubbed against his sexy neck, "When I wrote that diary, I was only fourteen or fifteen years old. I was in puberty, and I didn't understand What is liking and what is love, when I have a hazy feeling for the opposite sex, after that period of time, I have long since left this person behind."

"Really?" Jiang Yaojing was dubious.

"Yeah, your behavior is weird. I accidentally noticed that you were angry because of that diary. I looked at it and then I knew why you were upset. I threw away that diary. For me, there is no memorial. Necessary and meaningless, you are my future." m.

Facing Song Yunyun's frankness, he was overwhelmed.

Her eyes were dark, "Yunyun."

Song Yunyun looked at him, "Huh?"

Jiang Yaojing pinched her chin, raised it slightly, and leaned down to kiss her mouth.

From shallow to deep, fiery and lingering.

His aggressiveness was too strong, Song Yunyun almost couldn't stand still, Jiang Yaojing hooked her slender and soft waist, her waist was like a willow, soft and weak, as long as he exerted a little force, it could be broken.

He picked her up and sat on the low cabinet by the window, pushed her legs apart, and stood between her legs.

This posture made Song Yunyun blush.

She bit her pink lips lightly, "It's not good to be here..."

Jiang Yaojing pulled the curtains casually.

Song Yunyun pushed him, "Wait a minute, I didn't take a shower."

"It's okay." Jiang Yaojing kissed again, and with familiar hands, he lifted the button of her collar, followed her delicate collarbone, poked in, and held her soft white.

Song Yunyun bit his lip and forbearance, Jiang Yaojing attacked forcefully.

All that's left is the boundless tide.

Song Yunyun was as soft as water.

Jiang Yao is as fierce as fire.

This is bound to be a lingering boudoir affair.

……

After 20 days, the better days are approaching.

There are still three days until the wedding date.

Song Yunyun's injury has healed.

The appearance is almost the same as before, but there are still a little traces of the wound, which cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

After rubbing with medicine in the later stage, it is basically completely healed.

Now that the wedding is on the agenda, there are many things to do.

She tried on the wedding dress, makeup and hair yesterday, and she was satisfied.

Can't fault it.

The wedding dress is a well-known foreign brand, custom-made, and the style was selected by Jiang Yaojing himself. He knows his woman's figure very well and knows what kind of clothes she looks good in.

Although everything was arranged by Jiang Du and Jiang Yaojing, but as the wedding was approaching, there were still many things that needed to be finalized by her.

Gu Ailin and An Lu were upstairs, setting up a new house. Song Yunyun was tired and lazily nestled on the sofa, both lying in her arms, eating strawberries while playing with Transformers.

"Mom." Shuang Shuang pouted.

Song Yunyun bent over and took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, stuffed the strawberry butt that he had only eaten into his mouth, and gave him another big and red one.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Mama Wu went to open the door. There were three tall and burly men in black suits standing at the door.

He also wore black sunglasses on his face.

They wore white gloves and carried suitcases.

Feeling full of oppression, Wu Ma was startled by the battle, "You, who are you?"