Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

The kiss stopped, but the atmosphere was quite subtle.

The aunt cleared her throat uncomfortably: "I'll take out the trash."

Ye Mubai nodded and hugged Wen Yuan out of the elevator. An elderly aunt almost jumped into the elevator: "By the way, I will go straight back in a while, so I won't come."

As for the trash can, take it home...

The elevator door closed, Wen Yuan flicked his hair, bowed his head and said nothing.

Ye Mu opened the door and turned sideways: "Go home."

She raised her eyes to look at him, always feeling that his gaze was a little unfathomable, and he followed in when she entered and then her hand was caught by him.

She called his name: "Ye Mubai..."

He picked her up and walked towards the master bedroom. Wen Yuan was nervous. She faintly felt what he wanted to do. She grabbed the clothes on his shoulders with her fingers, "I'm pregnant."

He didn't hear him in a daze, Ying Ting's face had a touch of indifference. She hadn't seen him like this for a long time, a little scared, afraid that he would hurt the child.

This is not just a child, but Nan's fate.

She felt that no matter how irrational he was, he shouldn't make jokes about Xiangnan, so when he put her on the soft bed, she became uneasy: "I have nothing to do with Concho, don't think too much."

He bent his knees on both sides of her, his fingers stroked her red lips, and smiled: "I didn't mention him again, why do you feel like a guilty conscience?"

"I didn't." She turned her face away, because his eyes were too aggressive, she stayed aside and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

At this time, he didn't want to talk to her either, he just wanted to possess and prove that she was his.

She was pregnant, and he kept a bit of gentleness no matter how rude, but the whole process was really not something a pregnant woman could bear, and they hadn’t done it for a few months, Wen Yuan couldn’t stand it, and he cried so much later. Let her go.

It's just that the night is already very deep.

Ye Mubai exhaled happily. After being fierce, his body was comfortable but he regretted it.

Wen Yuan was very miserable, lying there for a long time without moving, just gasping for breath.

Ye Mubai kissed her eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "How are you doing?"

Another tear slipped from the corner of Wen Yuan's eyes, and she didn't want to pay attention to him.

Ye Mubai also knew that he was a little bit cruel just now, and his voice was soft and hoarse: "Okay, I'm not angry anymore, did it make you uncomfortable?"

"Ye Mubai, you bastard!" She was so angry, she moved slowly, turning her back and not looking at him.

He smiled lowly and hugged her from behind, "Angry?"

He knows that she has feelings, but tonight he is mainly based on his own feelings. How much she enjoys is unlikely, I am afraid that she hates him?

Holding her, fingers slowly went down to help her gently rubbing her belly, and then asked in a low voice: "Tell me, did he confess to you?"

Wen Yuan knew who he was talking about, and she was silent for a while: "No, really."

"I believe in you." He seemed to say bluntly, and then whispered again: "But he likes you! Wen Yuan, I don't believe you can't feel it."

As he said, he took a bite on her earlobe, somewhat unwilling, and somewhat unspeakable.

Wen Yuan did not answer this question, he was right, she could feel it.

She knew it when she was young, but when Kang Qiao was going abroad, he never said that she didn’t know it. Later, she fell in love with Ye Mubai. Kang Qiao was like in her life. Disappeared, but by chance encounter at this time, she recalled that the past was also very beautiful.