After being kicked out of the rich family, she had morning sickness, and the chaebol heir went crazy

"Understood!"

Liu Kuan accepted the order and couldn't help but feel admiration for Su Yan.

After finishing the instructions, Lu Huaijin did not delay any longer. He picked up Zhu Feiwan steadily and walked quickly towards the left bank.

For a moment, all the waiters in the store bowed respectfully when they saw the boss coming back in person.

However, when they noticed the familiar face in Lu Huaijin's arms, they were all surprised.

Isn’t that the customer who was dining in the restaurant just now?

Lu Huaijin turned a blind eye to this and walked straight to his office holding Zhu Feiwan.

He placed her gently on it with great care.

"Boss, do you need me to prepare some hangover soup for you?" the store manager asked hurriedly upon seeing this.

"Asking knowingly."

There was a hint of impatience in Lu Huaijin's tone.

"Yes!" The manager responded and left. After a while, he reappeared with a steaming cup of hangover soup.

The employees gathered in a circle, whispering.

"Manager, what's going on inside?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Could it be the boss's new girlfriend?" another person speculated.

"Stop talking nonsense and get back to your work! Give me the hangover soup!" the store manager scolded in a low voice.

Just as everyone was talking, a burst of tiny noises came from the office.

"Well……"

Zhu Feiwan moaned softly on the sofa, her stomach felt like it was churning, making her feel extremely painful.

Sitting up with difficulty, she slowly opened her heavy eyelids. With her vision blurred, she recognized Lu Huaijin and a silly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Lu Huaijin felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

"Wanwan, do you feel sick to your stomach?"

Zhu Feiwan suddenly stretched out his finger, tapped the tip of Lu Huaijin's nose, and spoke word by word.

"it's me."

Lu Huaijin's throat moved slightly.

Under the influence of alcohol, her cheeks were lightly flushed.

Lu Huaijin felt his throat dry.

Zhu Feiwan continued with that slightly silly smile, but in Lu Huaijin's eyes, this smile was extremely cute and even had a healing power.

"Big, bastard!"

Zhu Feiwan said again.

"No, you'll die!" Every word that came out of her mouth carried a hint of childish curse.

"Living is a waste of oxygen!" she kept muttering.

Lu Huaijin couldn't help but smile bitterly, and could only go along with her words and continue: "Yes, yes, I am a big bastard, I will definitely not die well, living in this world is just a waste of oxygen. Be good, lie down first, and you won't feel so uncomfortable after drinking the hangover soup."

"I'm not drunk! Beat you, bastard!" Before Zhu Feiwan finished speaking, she swung her little hand violently, and with a crisp "pa" sound, she slapped Lu Huaijin directly on the face.

Lu Huaijin was completely stunned.

Could this woman be pretending to be drunk? She was deliberately using the alcohol to punish him?

Otherwise, how could a truly drunk person think of teaching someone a lesson?

Enduring the burning pain on his face, he grabbed Zhu Feiwan's wrist and gently pushed her back onto the soft sofa bed.

She fell on it and didn't feel any discomfort.

But under Lu Huaijin's heavy pressure, Zhu Feiwan's brows unconsciously twisted into a knot.

It was as if her body was protesting silently, trying to resist this sudden invasion, but unable to do anything.

The man's body fell down without any explanation, strong and irresistible.

He lowered his head, and his face gradually became larger in Zhu Feiwan's hazy vision.

Lu Huaijin gently touched Zhu Feiwan's soft lips.

Then he slowly raised his head, his dark eyes slightly drooped, and wherever his eyes passed, he caught the obvious disgust and rejection on her face.

At that moment, his heart seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible hand, and a chill instantly swept through his whole body.

He lowered his voice, with an imperceptible tremor in his words: "Is a kiss like this so unbearable for you? Huh?"

However, Zhu Feiwan's response was as vague as a dream talk.

"Ayan..."

Suddenly he seemed to hear some incredible sound.

"Zhu Feiwan, five years ago, when we were together, you never treated me like this!"

There was a hint of pain in his voice, and the memory of five years ago came flooding back to his mind.

It was a drunken night, and he staggered back home, reeking of alcohol.

The fragments in the memory are like fragments, and when pieced together they seem so absurd yet real.

He couldn't remember why he kicked open Zhu Feiwan's bedroom door, he only remembered that what came into his sight was her figure in a thin nightgown.

She helplessly used the quilt to cover her shyness and panic.

And he, under the influence of alcohol, made an irreversible move.

Yes, that first time.

But even so, she never resisted at all, just lay there obediently, looked at him with almost desperate eyes, and whispered softly: "Lu Huaijin, as your wife, I hope you can treat me better."

He remembered his answer at the time, which was just two cold words: "Dream on."

When he later noticed the shocking red stain on the bed, the irony and regret in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

That turned out to be her first time.

Five years later, when she was in his arms again, she whispered the name of another man.

the next day.

Zhu Feiwan had a stern face and frowned slightly, appearing a little unhappy. She slowly lifted the quilt and habitually glanced towards the bedside, but unexpectedly found that her pair of soft cotton slippers were not placed there as usual.

She paused slightly, then gave up the idea of ​​looking for slippers. She touched her bare feet lightly on the cold ground and walked straight towards the direction of looking for clothes.

She strolled around the spacious but slightly unfamiliar bedroom, her eyes glancing over every piece of furniture until her eyes finally fell on the tall wardrobe in the corner, and she couldn't help but feel stunned.

It turned out that I was in a hotel room at this time!

Lu Huaijin actually brought her here without her noticing and even booked a room for her?

When he thought of this, Zhu Feiwan's heart beat violently several times, almost bursting out of his chest.

A low and somewhat playful voice sounded, accompanied by the man's slender fingers lightly hanging a black underwear, swaying gently in the air, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed.

"Looking for this?"

Zhu Feiwan's eyes flashed, and he instinctively reached out to take back the private property.

But the man seemed to have anticipated this. He pulled his hand back and threw the underwear into a nearby trash can with smooth movements.

"You were very drunk last night and vomited all over me. That dress is already stained with the smell. You'd better not wear it."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her irritation and dissatisfaction, and decided to ignore Lu Huaijin's annoying behavior for the time being. Instead, she looked for her cell phone and wanted to contact her friends, hoping that they could send her a set of clean clothes urgently.