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

The car drove for a while, and Lu Jinnan could feel from his daughter's emotions that both his son and daughter were very happy during this trip.

Except for Su Xue, the co-pilot position was occupied by Lu Yiyue. Lu Qingchen had no chance to sit in the co-pilot position and had always been destined to sit in the back seat.

Lu Jinnan first glanced at his son in the rearview mirror, then looked at his daughter beside him, and asked with concern: "Yueyue, was it fun to go out this time?"

Lu Yiyue nodded, with some particularly happy scenes in her mind, "It's fun. The place Aunt Feifei found is quite fun. Auntie said she would call us together next time if there is something fun."

"Solo heroes are professionals in this field and have been playing for many years..."

Lu Yiyue looked at the driver Lu Jinnan steadily and reminded: "Dad, you're rude."

How can you say that about Aunt Feifei?

After receiving his daughter's warning look, Lu Jinnan restrained his teasing, took the initiative to admit his mistake, and changed the subject, "Dad, I was wrong. I should pay attention to my wording. I just think it's fun. Let's go to your studio when we go home."

"Go to the studio. Wenwen has been looking after the store alone these days. I brought her a gift."

Lu Jinnan's eyes were fixed forward, and he kept talking, as if he had endless things to say to his daughter, "Don't you plan to recruit a few more people? It's too hard for two people. If there are more orders, you will be overwhelmed. Otherwise, Dad, can you help you find some more capable assistants?"

Lu Yiyue shook his head, "I have posted recruitment information online. Someone should come for an interview in a few days. I can handle it."

"That's okay. I can rest assured that my daughter will do things. She will go back to school tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

The latter question was asked by Lu Qingchen, who was sitting in the back seat and had been playing with his mobile phone.

Lu Qingchen was lying lazily in the back seat. After hearing this, he sat up straight, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, turned the phone in a circle in his hand, and replied, "It depends on what you need. If you need me for anything, I will go to school later. If you don’t have me, I will go back tomorrow so that I won’t be an eyesore to you.”

Lu Jinnan didn't need his son for anything. He still had to argue at home, "Go home tonight and ask the Queen to see if she needs you."

The empress refers to Su Xue. In the Lu family, Lu's mother is the empress dowager, Lu Qingchen is the prince who was thrown into the cold palace, and Lu Yiyue is the favored princess.

On another car.

Ji Hancheng is also asking his daughter the same question. No matter what kind of personality a parent has, whenever a child goes on a long trip, he or she will be concerned about how the child went when he comes back.

But compared to Lu Jinnan, Ji Hancheng's question was more profound. He glanced at the co-pilot's son and found that his son's phone had a privacy film on it. He couldn't see the pictures on the phone. He raised the corners of his lips and pointed his finger. A rhythmic tap on the steering wheel.

Ji Xinyu was playing with her phone in the back, planning to make a short video of the photos she took today and copy them to a USB flash drive.

Ji Jiale felt a line of sight coming at him from time to time, opened his thin lips, and put away his phone. He was also looking at the photos, "Is something wrong?"

Ji Hancheng's eyes were fixed on the front, as if he was driving seriously but just asking casual questions. His tone was as usual, the tone of a father caring about his son, "What have you gained from going out this time?"

To Ji Xinyu, it sounded like his father cared about them, but to Ji Jiale, it didn't sound like that. He didn't think that his father's question was just literal, so he answered concisely, "It's okay."

It's not bad, but it's rewarding. Ji Hancheng automatically translated his son's words and smiled, "The progress is quite big."

Ji Xinyu, who was sitting in the back, couldn't understand these words. Gain and progress are not two words that can be used together. Besides, we are going out for fun, not for inspection and study. "Dad, what do you mean? Brother is making progress." what?"

Ji Hancheng saw that his son was no longer going to talk to him after he answered, and was playing with his mobile phone again with his head lowered. He glanced at the rearview mirror and said to his daughter: "Say that your brother has made progress in his work recently."

"Oh, that's it. What did I think I was talking about?"

Ji Xinyu continued to share about her trip, "Dad, let me tell you, we had a lot of fun going out this time. The night market was full of food and delicious food. We ate all the way."

Ji Hancheng caught an important point in his daughter's sentence and asked his son next to him again, "Did you go shopping too? Did you eat?"

"Well, I have to try it."

Ji Xinyu: "Yes, we ate all the way and ate a lot. Brother, is it delicious?"

"Yeah, not bad."

"My brother has eaten all the ice cream. Dad, you think it must be delicious, right? Brother, it tastes okay."

"Ah."

The whole family knows that Ji Jiale doesn't like ice cream.

Hearing this, Ji Hancheng smiled meaningfully. Ji Jiale looked at his father's smile and pretended he didn't see it. He looked away and looked at the scenery receding outside the window.

The rest of the car ride was filled with Ji Xinyu and her father chatting about the interesting things they had experienced during the past few days. Ji Jiale remained silent throughout the whole journey, as if he didn't exist, while Ji Hancheng kept his lips curled up.

The next day, the chauffeur Lu's father took Lu Qingchen to school. Everyone also entered the struggle mode, going to work and going to school.

Even the two Chaos Demon Lords have joined the struggle.

One week later, studio.

Sitting on the sofa, Lu Qingchen was idle, flipping through his sister's picture album in boredom. He narcissistically thought that none of the people in it were as handsome as him. If he put on these clothes, he would be extremely handsome.

Opposite the sofa sits a boy wearing a sports suit. He likes to play basketball. He and Lu Qingchen also met when they were playing basketball. They usually wear sportswear when going out, and the wardrobe at home is also from the sports series. , it can be said that without a pair of jeans, he does not like the tight feeling, and will be restricted and uncomfortable when moving.

Lu Qingchen read the magazine for a while and felt that there was nothing good-looking. It was not as good-looking as her own, so she handed the album to the senior brother sitting opposite, "Brother, see what style you like. My sister is very good." "

My senior brother's name is Xie Mufeng. His family runs a clothing processing factory. His family situation is also good and he has long-term cooperative relationships with many large companies.

Xie Mufeng had already looked at Lu Yiyue no less than 5 times since he entered the studio, but he was polite and did not stare at her all the time, but secretly glanced at her for a few seconds.

"Okay, let me take a look. Miss Lu, do I need to measure the size first?"

Lu Yiyue smiled politely and sat down next to her brother. Assistant Wenwen put a glass of water in front of Xie Mufeng and stepped back politely.

"First take a look at our photo album. The clothes worn by the models in the photo album are all designed by our studio. See if there is anything you like and whether it is your favorite style. If you think it suits you after reading it, we can then measure you. .”

Lu Yiyue spoke softly, and every word she said made Xie Mufeng feel very gentle, as if her eyes were talking.

After saying that, Xie Mufeng lowered his head and looked through the album carefully. Looking at the album, he had already made up his mind. He had long wanted to come and see Lu Yiyue, whom he had always heard about.

He and Lu Qingchen met while playing basketball. Both of them like to play basketball. In addition, Xie Mufeng is a chatty person and takes good care of Lu Qingchen. The two of them are in contact with each other on weekdays and always listen to Lu Qingchen's praises. My own sister.

When playing basketball on weekdays, you can always hear Lu Qingchen talking about his sister. He can't stop talking about it. It can be said that he only praises her in the sky. Xie Mufeng has illusions about Lu Yiyue, whom he has never seen before. , from Lu Qingchen's words, it can be analyzed that Lu Yiyue is a beautiful and gentle woman.

As time went by, he would mention Lu Yiyue from time to time, and Lu Qingchen was also willing to talk about his sister's glorious history. In Lu Qingchen's heart, his sister was very good, and he was very proud to have such a sister.

Xie Mufeng, who was about to graduate, suddenly sent a message to Lu Qingchen saying that he wanted to ask his sister to make a suit. For Lu Qingchen, this matter was just a matter of guidance, so he was naturally willing.

When he saw her today, he found that Lu Yiyue's image was just like what he imagined in daily life. She was really gentle and beautiful, and she looked very comfortable.

Lu Qingchen picked up a candy on the coffee table. There was a rustling sound when the candy wrapper was torn open. He lowered his head slightly and stuffed it into his mouth, "Sister, senior brother is going to work in his factory next month. , I will go out to discuss business on behalf of his father in the future, so I want to make a few suits."

Lu Yiyue nodded, indicating that he understood.

A few minutes later, Xie Mufeng stood up. He was about 180cm tall. He spoke very politely and looked like a big brother. "Ms. Lu, please measure me."

"Wenwen, take measurements." Lu Yiyue called his assistant Wenwen.

Lu Yiyue noticed the doubt in Xie Mufeng's eyes, and she replied softly, "Sorry, I don't take measurements. I usually help with measurements, but I make the clothes, so you can rest assured. If you can't accept it, I won't force you. "

Xie Mufeng was not the type to force things. He smiled slightly and was very understanding, "I was originally made to make clothes. Just measure it accurately. No matter who measures it, it will be the same."

Lu Yiyue nodded, feeling that this person was quite easy to talk to and very polite. It was not that troublesome to communicate. In this line of work, you are afraid of encountering difficult customers.

Wenwen took a measuring tape and helped to measure the size carefully. Lu Yiyue did not sit on the sofa irresponsibly, but watched from the side. She would glance at every word Wenwen wrote.

Lu Yiyue's attentiveness added to Xie Mufeng's heart. She grasped the distance between men and women, but she was always careful and thoughtful.

After a while, the measurements were taken. Xie Mufeng tidied up his clothes and glanced at Lu Yiyue, who was already sitting on the sofa and helping Lu Qingchen tidy up her hair. The scene was very warm. No wonder Lu Qingchen always talked about it. Sister, "You used too much spray to style your curls and they are stiff. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Lu Qingchen touched his curly hair and didn't feel anything at all, "It's okay. I can't style it without spraying it a little."

Xie Mufeng walked towards the sofa and asked politely, "Miss Lu, do you want to pay a deposit first?"

Lu Yiyue has always treated people outside of her family in the same way, but since Xiaochen brought her here, she still discounted it, but she didn't say, "Has the style been decided? Is there anything in the album that you think is suitable?" ?”

Xie Mufeng picked up the album and pointed at a set of clothes, "This looks very comfortable to me, let's do both sets." There were fabric samples next to it, and he chose two more styles.

Lu Yiyue stood up, went to the bar and opened a ticket, following the normal procedure, "Can you see if this price is acceptable?"

Xie Mufeng glanced at the 4 yuan on the bill, nodded, took out his bank card and swiped yuan. The bill said that the total price of two sets of suits was yuan, with a % deposit, and the payment would be settled on the day of delivery. .

He put the note into his pocket. The sky outside had already darkened, so he didn't want to stay any longer. "Okay, Xiaochen, I'll leave first. Let's play basketball together next week."

Lu Yiyue was gentle and polite throughout the whole process, and handed over a business card, "If you have any questions, please call the store. Here is the business card."

Xie Mufeng took it and looked down at the business card to see that the assistant's mobile phone and the store's landline were on the business card. There was no personal phone number for Lu Yiyue, "Okay."

Lu Qingchen stood up and said, "Goodbye, senior brother. I'll call you." Then he leaned close to Xie Mufeng's ear and whispered, "How's my sister?"

Xie Mufeng nodded, smiled politely, and said goodbye to the two of them again.

Lu Qingchen watched his senior brother leave, "Sister, why don't you get off work? I'm a little hungry."

"Exit, please wait for 10 minutes while I sort it out. The customer just now is obviously older than you. How did you get together.

Lu Yiyue was sorting out drawings and rags on the table, lowering her head and asked.

Lu Qingchen walked up to his sister and replied, "Let's play basketball. He is very good at basketball and a very nice person, so we added our contact information. I promise, it was him who took the initiative to send me a message saying he wanted to customize a suit." Yes, I didn’t force him to come here, and I already told him the approximate price before coming.”

Lu Yiyue listened and did not answer his brother's words.

"Sister, do you have a discount?"

"Well, I'm giving you face, so you don't need to tell others." Lu Yiyue reminded.

"Ok."

Assistant Wenwen is a girl who doesn't interrupt or disturb and just works quietly. She always tries to reduce her presence as much as possible. Even Lu Qingchen can't say more than two words every time she comes.

When doing things with your head covered, it's like being invisible.