I'm pregnant with the richest man's heir due to the birth control pill

In another room, Ji Jiale, who had just come out of the bathroom, with a white bath towel wrapped around her lower body and her upper body exposed, saw the mobile phone on the bed flashing continuously.

He stepped forward and bent down. The water droplets followed the mermaid line and sank into the bath towel. His waist was a little wet. When he saw his sister's message clearly, he replied without thinking: Something will happen later. Let's fight.

Ji Xinyu thought it was a company matter and said regretfully: Well, come over after you finish handling it.

Ji Xinyu put away her phone and said to Lu Qingchen who was sorting out his cards: "My brother has to deal with company matters and won't be able to come for a while. What are the three of us doing?"

Yan Feifei: "Let's fight the Landlords. Let's see who wins the most times in one night. The loser will treat us to a supper."

The three people raised their hands and clapped, reaching an agreement, "OK."

On the other side, Ji Jiale quickly pulled off the bath towel and threw it on the sofa. He took out his pajamas from the suitcase and put them on. Without even drying his hair, he strode out of the room.

There were four bodyguards standing at the door of Lu Yiyue's room. Seeing Ji Jiale coming over with a wet head, they shouted respectfully: "Mr. Xiao Ji."

Ji Jiale paused, glanced at the closed door, and turned to the four people and ordered, "Go to the restaurant and have something to eat. I will protect you."

Several people looked at each other, but no one said anything, "I will explain to my uncle that you are not considered AWOL."

Bodyguard: "Okay, Mr. Ji, we'll be right back."

After several people entered the elevator, Ji Jiale opened the door in just a few seconds. After entering, he closed the door gently. There was only silence in the dim room, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

The quilt on the bed was bulging and moving, and it looked like she was not sleeping soundly. He quickly approached and squatted beside the bed to check. He saw that her face was a little pale and she looked uncomfortable to the naked eye.

Seeing this, his face turned cold, and she was curious as to why he was here. Wasn't he playing cards in Xiaochen's room?

Looking at each other for a few seconds, they both spoke at the same time. She was weak and he suppressed his emotions, "I don't feel comfortable."

She said: "Why are you here?"

Lu Yiyue smiled, covering her stomach with her hands under the quilt, and said lightly, not wanting him to worry, "It's okay, it's normal, just take a nap and you'll be fine."

He knew that she had never been a spoiler and would not say she wanted to sleep unless there were special circumstances. Fortunately, he came over to take a look. He raised his hand to push away the broken hair on her cheek and asked softly: "I'm so hungry." Yet?"

Lu Yiyue stared at him unblinkingly, nervousness and worry visible in his eyes, and she shook her head.

Recalling his sister Ji Xinyu's previous situation, he asked again: "Is it...that one?"

"Ah."

"Did the warm baby wear it?"

Ji Jiale's words are warmer than the warm baby on his belly. One is acting on the skin and the other is acting on the whole body. He nods, "Well, you can go play, I'm fine."

He didn't say anything, pursed his lips tightly, stood up with a cold face, and walked out. Before she could turn her head, she heard the door slamming. This sound of closing the door made her a little disappointed, and her stomach seemed to be even worse. It hurts and feels a little wronged.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and planned to call Ji Jiale brother a few more times in the future, so he screamed several times in bed.

After half an hour.

The door of the room opened again, and the four bodyguards who had left were guarding the door. Ji Jiale opened the door as if there was no one around, and picked the lock in front of several bodyguards.

Bodyguard: "......" Is this good? They can pretend to be blind but they are not really blind.

As if nothing happened, Ji Jiale walked in with a cup in his hand. The door was closed again. When he walked into the room, he saw that the person on the bed was still curled up under the quilt. He was suffocating under the quilt, leaving only cold tea. The tips of his brown hair were outside. He sighed and walked closer.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Lu Yiyue poked her head out of the bed again, thinking it was a whisper. Ji Jiale's features caught her eye again, and she felt happy in her heart, "You didn't go to play cards?"

He didn't answer, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Then he poured a cup of brown sugar water from a cup and placed it on the bedside. He stood up and took a pillow. He gently helped Lu Yiyue up and put the pillow on her waist. , asked: “Do I still need to get one?”

Lu Yiyue shook her head, her eyes fixed on the cup on the bed.

After helping her tidy up the quilt, he took the cup and handed it to her, saying softly: "It's made from red dates, wolfberry, red dates and shredded ginger. I've eaten it and it tastes good. Xiaoyu also eats it often. If it tastes bad, I'll go for it." Get rock candy."

She was holding the cup in her hand, feeling warm in her heart, and she was smiling stupidly, which made him a little embarrassed, "Did you cook it in the kitchen?"

Ji Jiale looked away unnaturally, embarrassed to look at her, her gaze was too direct, "Well, drink it, and have a good sleep."

She smiled, drank the water in the cup in small sips, and handed the empty cup to him. Just as he took it, Lu Yiyue stared at him with gurgling eyes and suddenly asked, "What is the deadline for your preparation?" How long is it?"

This was the first time she asked this.

Silence, his hand holding the cup froze in the air, no one spoke for a long while, she stared at him, waiting for an answer, he looked at the cup she drank from in his hand blankly, the residual warmth was still there, very hot.

Time passed by, and she waited.

He raised his eyes to meet her expectant eyes, feeling a little panicked. He had never panicked in a high-level meeting for the first time. At this moment, he was convinced that he was panicked, "I will shorten the time."

He did not give a specific time for fear of breaking his promise.

After drinking the brown sugar water, her stomach began to feel slightly warm. She was not angry, and her eyes turned to the tips of his hair that were still slightly wet. She tightened and loosened her hands under the quilt, and remained silent for a few seconds, with a reassuring smile on her lips. , said gently: "Go and blow dry your hair, I'm fine."

Seeing that he hadn't moved and there was tension in his eyes, she felt it and smiled again. She couldn't help but raise her hand and touch his hair, bringing a hint of coolness to her fingertips, "Brother, I'm not angry. I'll take a nap." "

Call me brother again?

Even though he said he wasn't angry, Ji Jiale had an urge to burst out in his heart, but he was trying his best to suppress it.

After a moment he moved, stood up, picked up the cup on the bedside, held it tightly, and looked at each other for a few seconds, "If you feel uncomfortable, send me a message."

Lu Yiyue was already lying down, with a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes, and responded, "Yeah, okay."

When Ji Jiale walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and said to the person on the bed, "Don't eat cold food anymore."

After saying this, he didn't get an answer from the person on the bed, so he left the room with complicated emotions.

When the bodyguards saw Ji Jiale coming out of the room with a black face and a chill all over his body, the four bodyguards were a little confused and guessed that the two of them had quarreled.

When Ji Jiale returned to the room, he did not listen to Lu Yiyue's words and go to the bathroom to dry his hair. Instead, he stood by the window, holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand. He tapped the cigarette case with his index finger, shook out a cigarette, and lowered his head to hold it. There was a snap in his mouth, and a flash of scarlet lighted up in the dark room.

The moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating his deep face even colder, deeper, with visible irritability and depressed emotions.

He held the cigarette butt between his long fingers and flicked it in the ashtray on the window sill. Then he raised his hand and stuffed the cigarette between his lips. He took several puffs and spit out a large smoke ring, completely It blurred his clear-cut facial features, leaving only a depressing atmosphere.

There are bits and pieces of memories in my mind.

He and Lu Yiyue were not just in the same school for kindergarten, but they were in the same school for elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university. Except for university, they were in the same school but not in the same class, and they were in the same class and desk in other grades.

And because of this, he heard a lot of things he didn't want to hear, "Isn't he Ji Hancheng's son?"

"If he is not the grandson of the Ji family, he is nothing. How can he be arranged to sit at the same table with Lu Yiyue, the school beauty?"

"It's not the teacher's rule. Look how long they have been at the same table. They occupy the toilet and don't poop."

........ There are many, many more, but these people are nothing short of a loser in front of him. They are like Brother Le on the left and Brother Le on the right.

Those words were harsh, but what they said was not true. Wasn’t he just carrying his father’s halo?

Apart from the Ji family, apart from the words Ji Hancheng's son, what could he give her? How long can she wait for him?

His chest seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, making him unable to breathe. He raised his hand and took a long puff of cigarette.

One cigarette after another.

I don't know how much time passed and how long he smoked. It seemed that he couldn't suppress his irritability without smoking. But after smoking, it seemed that it was of no use at all. When he reached for the cigarette case again, he found that it was empty.

This feeling is not good, that sentence, "How long is the deadline for your preparation."

It keeps ringing in my ears, repeating it over and over again.

He was immersed in his own thoughts. In his memory, Ji Xinyu had been knocking on the door for a long time, but there was no response at all.

There was no answer to the call or reply to the message, which made Ji Xinyu who was standing at the door a little worried. Using his lock-picking skills, he easily opened the door to his brother's room.

As soon as she opened it, she was greeted by a pungent smell of smoke that almost sent her away, but it killed her.

Ji Xinyu covered her nose with one hand and waved her hands constantly to try to disperse the smoke floating towards her body. She walked quickly to her brother's side, thinking that there were still cigarettes in the cigarette box placed on the window sill.

I took it over and found it was empty. I threw it directly into the trash can in the room. I simply threw away the lighter and stared at my brother who was still standing on the window sill.

Seeing his sister coming, Ji Jiale opened the window a little, without turning around, looking at a certain point outside the window, "Go to bed."

Ji Xinyu automatically ignored her brother's words, frowned, knitted her brows together, tugged her brother's hand, and said with worried eyes, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

He was fine when he came back from the night market. Ji Xinyu had never seen his brother smoking so many cigarettes. No, he had never seen his brother smoking before. "Brother, when did you learn to smoke?"

He didn't answer all the questions and just urged his sister to go to bed.

Her brother now looked like some of the lovelorn people she had seen, getting drunk in the middle of the night and falling into depravity, but he didn't have a girlfriend either.

Ji Xinyu couldn't figure out what was going on. She made her brother, who never smoked in front of everyone, hide in the room and create a fairyland. With the current amount of smoke, Ji Xinyu felt that if she had come a few minutes late, she might have collected the body.

Seeing that her brother still didn't want to tell her, Ji Xinyu didn't force it. As long as her brother didn't want to talk about things, even if her father came, it would be useless.

Her brother's mouth was like a lock, completely impossible to pry open.

She even suspected that her brother was a spy in his previous life.

In the end, he was pushed out of the door by his brother with worries and questions. Before leaving, Ji Xinyu reminded his brother not to smoke anymore, and Ji Jiale agreed.

His mouth was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke, he felt uncomfortable, and he had no intention of smoking again.