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

It's approaching noon.

The person on the bed woke up slowly, and was awakened by the heat. In his sleep, he felt that he was surrounded by a stove, and waves of heat came out of his body.

My arms are sore and my waist is like the aftereffects of lowering my waist after attending a dance rehearsal last night. It's very uncomfortable and I can't even be bothered to move.

My throat was hoarse because of the wanton singing last night, "You..."

She felt something strange as soon as she spoke. She realized that her voice was mute and hard to hear. Lu Yiyue chose to purse her lips and remain silent.

Ji Jiale's sleep was not deep. Last night was the deepest, most peaceful, and most satisfying sleep he had ever had. He felt the movement inside the bed and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

In the early morning, his voice was magnetic and low and hoarse. His hoarseness was not due to talking for a long time, but because he didn't wake up from sleep in the early morning. It sounded very nice. He opened his eyes with sleepiness and subconsciously moved her towards her. In his arms, he asked, "Don't you want to sleep?"

Because her voice was unpleasant, Lu Yiyue didn't reply. She just nodded in his arms, "Yeah."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Huh?"

Under the bed, Lu Yiyue touched his hand and intertwined his fingers. She held his other hand with her other hand and put it on her smooth waist. The meaning was very clear that her waist was uncomfortable.

She buried her head in his chest, pretending to be dead, a little shy, and the red ink smudged out again.

Ji Jiale took in her actions and looked down at her cute appearance. His heart began to feel itchy again. He put his broad palm on her waist and rubbed it gently. He said in an apologetic tone and squeezed tightly with his other hand. Looking at her, "Sorry, the music is from the DJ, I lost control."

Most of the music last night was from the DJ. In the high-pitched atmosphere, the active cells in his body could not be controlled. He lost control of the rhythm of the music for a while. With the two kinds of music mixed together, his emotions reached a climax. peak.

His massage movements were very gentle. After rubbing for a while, Lu Yiyue felt that her waist was no longer so sore. The heat on her face dissipated a little, and she asked softly: "Aren't you going to work today?"

"We'll go back later. If there's anything else that feels uncomfortable, eh?"

Lu Yiyue shook his head, suddenly thinking that he was in his room, and urged: "Get up quickly, Xiaochen and the others will come to us later."

"Yes." He responded cheerfully, but his body did not move. Instead, he held her tighter, "How many times did you call me brother last night? Huh?"

The last time he was in the studio, Lu Yiyue deliberately called him brother, but the man in front of him said he could call him brother, but not at ordinary times, but at special moments.

It wasn't until last night that she fully understood what the special moment was when the usually serious man talked about it. She was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit his chest.

He groaned and frowned, but did not push her away, letting her vent indulgently. After a few seconds, Lu Yiyue stepped back and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Her teeth marks were all over his chest. It's like it has been branded exclusively.

Ji Jiale looked down at the shallow, neatly arranged tooth marks on his chest, reached out to touch them, and asked, "Yueyue, I want to tattoo your name here."

Lu Yiyue raised her eyes to meet his serious eyes and felt that he was not joking. She never thought that he would have such romantic thoughts. She was touched, but she didn't want him to do this. She put her arms around him and leaned her cheek against his. Chest, muffled voice, "I don't agree."

Ji Jiale lowered his head and kissed the top of her head and asked, "Why?"

She stretched out her index finger, tapped his heart with her fingertips, and said seriously, "As long as you pretend to be here, I can feel it."

Love or not can be seen from the eyes, otherwise she wouldn't have waited so long.

Lu Yiyue thought very clearly. She only wanted Ji Jiale to keep her in his heart. If he didn't love her, so what if her name was engraved all over his body. Besides, she liked that he was intact, no matter... ..While I was thinking about it, my hand touched an uneven place on my chest.

She couldn't care so much and pulled the quilt down without thinking. Ji Jiale didn't stop her move. Sooner or later, she would know. It was too dark last night and she was distracted and infatuated, so it was normal that she didn't notice it for a while.

The pads of his fingers rubbed against a scar on his chest. It was not deep, but very light. Lu Yiyue frowned and asked, "When did you get this injury?"

Judging from the wound, it can be guessed that the wound was very deep at that time, and the traces of stitches can still be seen with the naked eye, but they are now faded.

She began to think about it, and before Ji Jiale could say it was okay, the clever Lu Yiyue had already thought of the time when the scar had fallen, and looked up at him guiltily, "You were injured that day, right?"

Seeing her little eyes widened, he lowered his head and kissed her eyelids, trying to divert her attention. He said softly, with a smile on his lips, "Don't get up, huh? Aren't you afraid that Xiaochen will come to you?" .”

Seeing that he was about to change the subject, Lu Yiyue asked again, with a strong tone, "You lied to me that day. You were injured, right? This injury was caused by those people last time."

Seeing that she was chasing after her, he smiled and comforted her, pinched her cheeks, hugged her, and said lightly, "I'm fine now. I just don't want you to worry, you know." He couldn't bear to see her cry.

After saying these words, Lu Yiyue couldn't help crying, his eyes were hot, and the mist blurred his vision and moistened his chest.

He gently raised his hand, took away the tears from her cheeks with his lips, and comforted her, "You idiot, why are you still crying? Stop crying."

Lu Yiyue really believed his words at that time, and her godmother said it was just a skin injury, and he walked briskly, which dispelled all her doubts and put all her care on Xiaochen, not caring much about him. Concerned, "Why are you so stupid? I always thought you really only had skin injuries. Can you show me if there are any other injuries?"

Seeing her worried face and misty eyes, he looked distressed. There was nothing else he could do except cooperate. Fortunately, all the scars on her body were removed with scar removal cream, otherwise she would be sad to see so many scars.

If he had known that she was in such pain, this scar should have been surgically removed according to her mother's advice. Ji Jiale regretted it a little.

He sat up, and she sat up too, gathered up the quilt, and carefully inspected every part of his body, from top to bottom, with a serious atmosphere, "Do you have your lower body?"

He originally wanted to tease her when he heard this, but when he saw her worried eyes, he finally knelt down on the bed obediently and turned around in a circle so that she could see clearly, "No, just This scar is not that serious."

After the examination, her hanging heart relaxed, but she didn't know that the other scars had been erased. Lu Yiyue reached out distressedly and pulled his arm into the bed, saying solemnly: "Ji Jiale."

Seeing that she was extremely serious, he didn't dare to joke and replied seriously, "Well, you tell me, I'm listening."

"From now on, no matter what happens, good or bad, you can't hide it from me." She hopes to be with him through thick and thin, instead of him carrying the burden forward, so that her years can be peaceful.

Facing her serious and serious eyes, Ji Jiale's heart softened. He raised his hand and couldn't help but rub her head, and agreed: "Yes, I understand."

"Get up?" He wiped a tear from the corner of her eye again, "I was wrong, don't cry."

When she came into contact with his nervous gaze, she couldn't bear to be angry for too long. In fact, she was not angry, just distressed. He always hid everything, presented his best side in front of her, and concealed what he had to bear. Everything without explanation, "What should I do with my clothes?"

With her cute flat mouth, she couldn't help but pinch his nose, punitively.

The phone rang at this time. She turned her eyes and glanced at the beating note, Dad, and made a silencing gesture towards Ji Jiale, "Shh." Then she slid the answer button and adjusted her tone, "Dad."

Ji Jiale smiled, gently lifted the quilt and got up, and went to the closet to get her clothes. After the two were together, he bought clothes in various seasons, all of which were the styles she liked.

Her clothes are hung in the wardrobe, including pants, skirts, and coats of various styles. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter occupy the entire wardrobe, fully interpreting the differences between different seasons.

Seeing her talking on the phone, he picked out a suit made by Lu Yiyue and put it on. She gathered up the slipping quilt and stared at his back in trance until the other end of the phone called her, "Yueyue, is the signal bad? ?”

At this time, Ji Jiale turned to look at her, pointed at the clothes, and asked her which one to wear. He turned sideways, and she saw a cabinet of clothes, all of her favorite colors, and her heart felt as if she was cold. I forced myself to drink honey water, which was extremely sweet. I raised my hand to indicate, wait a moment.

"Dad, I'm listening, tell me."

Lu Jinnan thought that his daughter had just woken up and was a little fuzzy, "It's okay. Dad just called me to ask why you slept in the same room as Xiaochen."

For a moment, Lu Yiyue didn't realize what her father said. When did she and Xiaochen sleep in the same room? She slept with her boyfriend last night.

Could it be that the man who was already dressed had discussed this with Xiaochen?

It shouldn't be. Xiaochen's mouth never shuts the door. In this regard, he is very similar to his father, right?

He asked Ji Jiale anxiously with his eyes, coughed dryly, and asked Ji Jiale, who was helping Lu Yiyue to choose clothes, to turn around and communicate silently.

Lu Yiyue asked with her mouth, did you ask Xiaochen to tell his father that I would sleep in the same room with him?

Ji Jiale stared at her delicate lips, watching her open and close them. After understanding the question she wanted to ask, he suddenly leaned over and put one hand on the edge of the bed, close to her ear and taught her how to answer, "Just say yes." Yes, Xiaochen may have said nonsense."

"Yueyue."

When she reacted, he had already stood up and headed towards the bathroom as if nothing was wrong, "Well, yes, he is still sleeping. He drank too much last night, so I don't worry about him."

After talking to Lu Jinnan for another ten minutes, she told her parents to have fun and not worry about her. She also said that she would go to Su's house to watch her brothers in the evening and help them with their winter vacation homework.

Guoguo was very happy after hearing this. She praised Yueyue for being sensible and said that anyone who married Yueyue would have smoke rising from their ancestral graves.

You could hear Han Guoguo's loud voice and Su Xue's boasting through the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Jiale handed the chosen clothes to Lu Yiyue, "Is this okay?"

The style is a bit smart, but Lu Yiyue likes it very much. It is a casual off-white suit. Ji Jiale also helped her match it with a black bottoming shirt. There was also a pair of round bare earrings placed on the side of the clothes. nail.

"can."