Pregnant with the president's cub after escaping marriage

Jiang's old house!

Mr. Jiang's funeral is over.

The next step is to deal with Jiang Yaotian.

Knowing that Jiang Yaotian was behind the scenes, Chen Yue vented all the suppressed anger and anger on him.

Jiang Yaojing's phone rang.

He took out his phone and picked it up.

At this moment, Chen Yue punched Jiang Yaotian on the bridge of the nose.

The bridge of the nose is broken.

He screamed in pain.

Song Yunyun just heard it.

Jiang Yaojing went outside to answer the phone!

"Ah."

Song Yunyun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Jiang Yaojing's response, "What happened just now?"

"Chen Yue is venting his anger." He said lightly.

Song Yunyun soon understood what was going on.

She didn't ask.

"I might be back late today," he said.

Song Yunyun responded, "Well, I called you just to tell you that there is no one at home today, and we are all outside."

"Well, go back earlier."

"it is good."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yaojing said, "Did I hang up?"

Song Yunyun responded well.

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"Mom, I'm so happy." Getting off the car, Shuangshuang held Song Yunyun's hand and said as they walked into the house.

Song Yunyun looked down at him, "Is it true that you will be happy if I take you out to play?"

"Yeah." Shuangshuang nodded, "It would be great if you could take me to play like this often."

Song Yunyun held his son's hand tightly and said, "Yes."

Both were happy, and the aisles were bouncing.

Seeing his son's happy face, Song Yunyun slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Perhaps it's not so bad to be a husband and a child at home.

At least, the two children will be very happy, right?

Today she is in charge of bathing the two children and putting them to bed.

It was more than nine o'clock after finishing all this.

Shuangshuang was wearing bear pajamas, sitting on the bed, playing with the windmill bought at the playground today.

He blows air through his mouth to make the windmill turn.

Song Yunyun asked him to sleep, "It's almost ten o'clock, I'm going to bed, I'll play tomorrow morning."

Shuangshuang lay down reluctantly, the windmill still in hand.

Song Yunyun covered him with a quilt, lowered her head and kissed his forehead lightly, "Be good, both."

Shuang Shuang smiled happily and closed her eyes obediently.

Song Yunyun coaxed him to sleep before going upstairs.

She took a bath, after ten o'clock.

Jiang Yaojing hasn't come back yet.

She couldn't sleep either.

I found a book to read.

However, I don't care about it.

The mind cannot be stilled.

Then he went downstairs, took out a bottle of foreign wine from the wine cabinet, and poured half a glass.

She is standing on the balcony.

With his arms on the railing, he swayed the wine in his hand.

The pale yellow liquid swayed in the wine glass.

She took a sip.

Brow wrinkled slightly.

She doesn't drink much, so she is not used to this taste.

A car drove by not far away.

Although the light was dim, Song Yunyun couldn't see the appearance of the car clearly.

But she was sure that Jiang Yaojing was back.

Soon, the car drove in.

The headlights went out.

The car door was pushed open, and a tall figure came down from inside!

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Under the street lamp, his shadow was reflected on the ground, dragging for a long, long time...

Song Yunyun raised her lips and called him, "Jiang Yaojing."

Jiang Yaojing looked up.

Seeing the person on the balcony, he asked, "Haven't slept yet?"

Song Yunyun said, "I'm waiting for you."

Jiang Yao smiled.

Eyebrows stretched, pupils deep, "Have you been drinking yet?"

"Yeah." Song Yunyun swung the glass and drank the rest.

"Did you drink a lot?" Jiang Yaojing asked.

Song Yunyun said, "I may be a little drunk."

She put the wine glass on the railing, looked at Jiang Yaojing with charming eyes, tore off the tie of the pajamas with her hands, and asked straight, "Can you catch it?"

Following her words, the tie in her hand was also dropped.

Lightweight silk dances in the air and falls slowly.

It just landed on Jiang Yaojing's shoulder.

His eyes were getting darker and darker, looking at her like a bottomless lake, he asked in a low voice, "Is there any more?"

He raised his hand, and with his slender fingers, he pinched the belt.

Soft and soft black.

He held it in his hand and glanced down.

Song Yunyun's pajamas are all long-sleeved, with trousers and jacket, very conservative style.

Jiang Yaojing had never seen her pajamas before!