The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Chu Jiyi frowned slightly, glanced at her side, but just reached out and took a packet of snacks from behind, and threw it to her: "Aren't you hungry? Eat it."

Shui Anluo reached out to catch the loaf he threw, and his little brow still frowned tightly: "Chu Xiyi ~"

"This matter is so settled, Shui Anluo you know, I am your man." Chu Cuiyi said seriously, if she did not return to her, how clever and insidious she is, it has nothing to do with herself But now that he is back, he should take over all of her, including her problems.

Shui Anluo looked at Chu Cuiyi with serious eyes, and quickly closed the words he wanted to say.

This year, she told herself the most sentence: Shui Anluo, you have to come by yourself, you have no one to rely on.

But now, someone said to her: Shui Anluo you know, I am your man.

There is no doubt that she likes Chu Cuiyi, and Chu Cuiyi likes her, she can feel it.

So this time, this person can rely on himself, isn't he?

Shui Anluo thought, stretched out his arms and held Chu Chuyi's arm, and whispered, "OK."

Chu Cuiyi looked down at the woman holding her arm. Although she knew this was wrong, she didn't push her away this time, and she became more focused on the road.

After that morning, Qiao Yaruan was in a better mood, packed his things and went to the hospital for work.

Qiao Yaruan carried his own bag down and looked at the parents who were sending the students around. He sighed in his heart that he was a senior. He even wanted the parents to send them. It really was the only child in the new century.

Only when Qiao Yaruan was sighing, he saw the familiar figure standing not far from the car.

Qiao Yaruan's body suddenly froze, and even the smile that was too late to stow was stiffened at the corner of his mouth.

The noisy sound gradually drifted away, and Qiao Yaruan looked at the white figure that was slowly approaching, holding his clothes tightly with his hands on the sides, his body shaking uncontrollably.

An Fengyang stepped forward and stopped half a meter in front of her.

"Joe-Ya Ruan?" An Fengyang said a little after finishing her last name, and then she read her name.

Qiao Yaruan tightened his hands clasped unconsciously, tightening until he could no longer tighten.

"Yes--" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Any time? Let's talk, or I'll take you to the hospital, let's talk as we walk?" An Fengyang asked politely. His words, like his people, were gentle and elegant, with a soothing effect .

However, Qiao Yaruan never dared to look up. She, always a female, couldn't look up at An Fengyang anyway at this time.

"me--"

"I just went to see your results. Qi Rou knows that the girl she saved in the past can be very happy today." An Fengyang put a hand on her shoulder and said softly, continuing to appease her unsettled at this time mood.

But the more An Fengyang said, the more tearing pain in her heart.

"Ya Ruan, actually ..."

"The third brother."

When An Fengyang wanted to say something, Feng Feng suddenly pulled Qiao Yaruan behind him, squinting at An Fengyang slightly.

Qiao Yaruan stood still for a while, but what fell into his eyes was Feng Feng's lean back.