Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 253 I'm going to be angry, and if you say something wrong next, you can decide what to do. Maybe it's because you sat on the plane for too long, and then went straight to the hospital to accompany Milan, so you couldn't spare time Rest, Duan Zijin's complexion is not very good.

Pregnancy is a matter that consumes a lot of body, not to mention that her foundation is weaker than ordinary people. When the man carried her back to the room, he passed by the restaurant and saw the unfinished food in her used rice bowl, and frowned slightly. , with a deep tone, tinged with reprimand, "Why don't you eat well?"

Duan Zijin nestled in his arms, was rubbing his forehead, stopped when he heard the words, and glanced at the man hesitantly, as if he was considering how to explain, but finally pushed the responsibility on him, "I also want to be good After eating, you came back after eating half of it."

Jiang Lin looked at her who was obviously tired, but still had pretty eyes, and suddenly felt in his heart that if this woman didn't become an actress, she would really bury her talent.

He has seen too many looks in her, sometimes elegant and calm, sometimes glamorous, sometimes serious and diligent, and sometimes arrogant.In his impression of her, there is a picture of being so strong that makes people feel distressed, and there is also a picture of being so delicate that she can't wait to cry when she is scolded.

Nian Chi said, this is normal, women's mentality is mostly affected by the surroundings.For example, when faced with indifference, they will use a more indifferent attitude to defend themselves.

The man lowered his head, and there was darkness flowing in his dark and boundless eyes.

Although he loves every one of her deeply, even if he is more sensible and generous, he will be more at ease...

But what Jiang Lin wanted to see most in his heart was her appearance of being unreasonable to her like a child.

That was the favor he owed her for many years.

I don't know how tired she is, but just two steps upstairs, she fell asleep in his arms drowsily.

But when the man gently put her on the bed, she opened her eyes with strength and said, "I want to take a bath."

Although it is late summer and early autumn, when the sun is shining during the day, the temperature is still so hot that people sweat, not to mention getting off the plane is full of dust, how can we sleep soundly without taking a shower?

The man didn't say anything, turned his head and went into the bathroom, turned on the light, put warm and comfortable water in the bathtub, turned back to help her take off her clothes, and hugged her in.

Her skin appeared extremely smooth and white in the mist, and her dark chestnut hair was wetted by the water, sticking to her body in strands. The two colors formed a sharp contrast, which was extremely gorgeous.

Looking at Duan Zijin himself, he felt that it was all white, a little dizzy, but in the eyes of a man, this sharp contrast made his eyes gradually darken.

All the blood in his body flowed to the same place, Jiang Lin held down the faintly throbbing eyebrows, and for the first time felt that being pregnant was really not a good thing.

He is not a person with heavy desires, he seems to be addicted to her, and he can't control himself no matter what.

If she wasn't pregnant...

Jiang Lin quietly glanced at the huge mirror in the bathroom.

Now I should be pressed there by him several times.

Thinking of it this way, the pitch-black tone under his eyes became even darker and deeper.

The woman tilted her head and smiled at him, "What are you thinking?"

The man withdrew his thoughts, looked at her blushing face in the heat, and the cunning of knowingly asking, and quickly looked away, his voice was very low and hoarse, "Where are the toiletries?"

Duan Zijin just remembered that there was such a thing, and was startled, "Ah! Yes, toiletries..."

The man stared at her coldly, he didn't remember to prepare these before taking a bath, did she come to the bathroom to soak in the hot spring?

The woman thought for a while, and was about to get up while leaning on the slippery bathtub wall, "There should be some in the cabinet."

The man looked at her soft and plump body emerging from the water, and his eyebrows jumped even more. He pressed her, and his tone was deliberately suppressed and indifferent, "I'll go."

Is she just so reassuring and defenseless towards him, or?

Jiang Lin's face was sullen, and he could only think of something to calm his mind.

Few things are so difficult that he thinks about them with a frown for too long, and he doesn't waste time on unnecessary questions.However, Professor Jiang, who has always been known for his courage and wisdom, has been circling this meaningless question in his mind for three to four minutes.

After thinking about it, he finally came to the conclusion that he felt that this woman might be messing with him on purpose.

She had predicted that he would not do anything to her, let him see that he could not eat, and he was the one who suffered, so she might not know how to gloat in her misfortune.

The woman was soaking comfortably in the bathtub. He searched the cabinets in the bathroom, but he couldn't find the essential oils she usually used to relieve fatigue. There were only some simple toiletries, probably for the few days when Mr. Duan was doing funeral affairs. Bought here temporarily.

He frowned in displeasure, and returned to her side, his low voice was very deep and pleasant due to the fog in the bathroom, "Come back to live with me tomorrow, huh?"

Speaking of this, Duan Zijin narrowed his eyes, and suddenly remembered something, his brown eyes stared at him without blinking, and a smile surfaced from the depths, "Jiang Lin."

The man stretched out his hand to brush away the seaweed-wet hair that was against her face, and said "hmm" lightly.

"You have a good relationship with Mu Nianci, don't you?"

Her tone was relaxed, as if she was chatting normally.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, Cen Bo's lips were pursed lightly, and he didn't dare to answer the words carelessly - his intuition told him that there was thunder ahead.

"I'm asking you something." Duan Zijin bumped him with his arm, and the water stains from the splash soaked the man's navy blue shirt, and the blue color quickly turned into deep black, "Okay, no, Is it normal? You have to think about these three options for so long? Or... the relationship between you and her is so complicated that you can't explain it in a sentence or two?"

The man looked down at his wet shirt, and quickly replied: "General."

Advance can be attacked, retreat can be defended, this answer is the safest.

When he looked up again, his black eyes caught a trace of lazy displeasure on the woman's face, or, I can't say capture, because she probably didn't want to hide it, and just showed it to him so openly.

A look of "I'm going to get angry, and you can figure out what to do next if you say the wrong thing".

The woman stretched her voice and said slowly, "Yiqing told me that you never brought a woman home to spend the night."

Jiang Lin probably heard where her little temper was, and calmly comforted her: "I'll send her away tomorrow."

Duan Zijin felt that this man was really cunning. He probably knew that every question she was about to ask would be difficult to answer, so he skipped all the content she wanted to pave the way for the next few sentences in one sentence.

She curled her lips, not intending to let him go, nor paying attention to his words, and asked the question she originally wanted to ask: "You have a normal relationship with her and you let her live in your house for more than two months?"

"I'll send her away tomorrow." The man still said the same words, without changing any punctuation marks.

"You have no other place to live in Yucheng, do you have to let her live in your house?"

The man frowned, knowing in his heart that in fact, she didn't pursue this issue too seriously, at most she just wanted to hear some nice words from him to coax her.

Seeing his expression, Duan Zijin knew that he was using his IQ to deal with her again, "Don't think about how to expose this matter in your heart, if you don't answer, I can ask this question Tomorrow morning, if you don't believe me, try it." Her voice was soft and her eyes were lazy, "I'm very unreasonable."

The man looked at the woman's porcelain-white cheeks, his hoarse voice was mixed with a deep smile, "I know I'm making trouble out of no reason, so what do you expect me to answer?"

"I am a pregnant woman, and pregnant women have the right to make trouble without reason."

Did she stop being unreasonable when she was not pregnant?Seeing that she was almost done washing, the man put his hand into the water, and felt that the water was a little cold, and said, "Go back to sleep, or soak for a while?"

Duan Zijin thought for a while, and lazily stretched out a pair of lotus root arms from the water, and the water droplets fell on the bathtub and the bathroom floor tiles along the arc of her arms.The man knew her answer when he saw that she was too lazy to say a word, and he didn't say much. He pursed the corner of his lower lip, took the bath towel from the shelf, wrapped her in it and hugged her out.

The woman was wrapped in a large bath towel, but her wet hair kept rubbing against his chest.

Jiang Lin lowered his eyebrows and looked at his wrinkled and wet shirt, feeling the little resentment in the woman's heart very intuitively.

The way she took revenge on him was also a little too special.

The man put her on the bed, walked back to the bathroom, quietly looked at the water stains all over the floor for a few seconds, his indifferent brows and eyes like distant mountains showed a little helplessness.

Taking a bath can be so uneasy, those who don't know may think they are doing something here.

The man sighed silently, drained the water in the bathtub, cleaned up the messy bathroom, turned off the light, and when he came out, he saw the woman lying on the bed with her face up, her head resting on the side of the bed, her long wet hair hanging in the air, The longest part almost touches the floor.

His expression didn't change, he walked over and asked lightly, "Where's the hair dryer?"

"I don't know." The woman didn't even open her eyes, "I don't live here often."

Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her for a moment, then went back to the bathroom for the third time, took a dry towel, sat beside her, and wiped her hair.

While wiping, he said in a low voice, calmly: "Yuyou, with my identity here, there are many things that are inconvenient for me to do."

The woman opened her eyes, her eyes were slightly troubled, "What?"

"I only have one property in Yucheng." He said.

Only then did Duan Zijin realize that he was explaining her question just now.

He forgot even if he didn't mention her. He just said it casually. Can she really think about it until tomorrow morning?

IAP is directly under the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and those with the word "中" in the name of the institution are not easy to mess with. It means either China or the central government.

After all, Professor Jiang still eats public food. He is young and promising, and his status is inherently sensitive. If his lifestyle is too extravagant, it will inevitably attract criticism.

The woman snorted. From the man's point of view, her reaction was a forced belief.

"I called Nianci back from the United States. It's already very troublesome. I have servants to serve and drivers to pick me up. It's easier to come and go. I can't let guests come to my place and stay in a hotel, huh?"

The long wet hair was wiped carefully by the man in his hands, Duan Zi closed his eyes enjoying himself, and said after a long time: "Then you still say to send her away tomorrow?"

This time the man didn't think for too long, and said in a flat voice, "She made you unhappy."

Duan Zijin held back the smile that was about to erupt from the corner of his mouth, pursed his thin lips tightly, and pulled back the arc abruptly, prolonging the ending, "Oh, do you think I'm being vexatious?"

"Not very."

Duan Zijin turned over and sat up straight, staring at him, "Then it's still unreasonable?"

The hair in the palm was pulled away with her movement, the man paused, looked up at her white and clean face, with a little smile in his eyes as deep as the sea, and pulled her arm.Duan Zijin didn't defend herself, she fell into his strong chest, and then the man's extremely aggressive aura enveloped her overwhelmingly.

He kissed her deeply and shallowly, long and slowly, perfectly controlling the rhythm. When her nerves softened, he said in a low voice, "It's okay, you are pregnant."

Pregnant women can be unreasonable.

Duan Zijin still stared at him, but couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

"Happy?"

She tilted her head and said stiffly, "I'm not angry anymore, and I'm not very happy."

"Then why are you happy?"

Duan Zijin thought for a while, but did not answer his question, but still said: "I was joking just now, she is a guest, it doesn't matter if she stays at home."

The man raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "If I remember correctly, it seems to be my home."

She took it for granted.

"Oh, can't I be the master of your family?"

Seeing that the woman's newly coaxed emotions showed signs of relapse, the man smiled lowly and kissed her on the forehead, stopped the teasing words in time, and said calmly: "It's all up to you."

Only then did Duan Zijin grunt, as if he was satisfied.

The man continued to pick up a towel to dry her hair, and after a while, he heard the woman in his arms ask, "Are we going to have a wedding?"

He paused, "What?"