Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 295 Go to sleep, I won't disturb you When Yu Song followed in from outside, he just heard this sentence.

He looked at the crying child in the woman's arms in disbelief, and stared blankly at Meng Qingping who stood in front of her.

A face that was a little older was full of a desperate look, and it could be seen that it was a child in the arms of a woman behind him who was very nervous.

Just as the room fell into a brief dead silence, the child called Yoyo "Mom" again, and then cried even harder.

Duan Zijin felt that every nerve ending in her was curled up, and her heart, which had been peaceful for more than a year, was about to explode suddenly.

She took a deep breath unbearably, "Jiang Lin, I'll say it one last time, get the hell out of here."

Yu Song couldn't bear to look at the man beside him.

From far away, he could feel a kind of gloomy atmosphere wantonly filling the air that made him despair.

"Yuyou." The man opened his mouth, his voice was suppressed and tense, with a slightly uncertain hoarseness, "Is this my child?"

What answered him were two extremely indifferent and calm words from the woman's red lips, "No."

As soon as Yu Song lowered his head, he saw the man's hand hanging beside the trouser line, clenched with Chengquan's palm, every joint was blue and white.

The sleeves of the shirt were also slightly deformed by the stretched blood and muscles on the man's arm.

"Don't lie to me, Yoyo." His voice was not loud, but he used every word with strength, which could penetrate people's hearts, "The father of a two-year-old child cannot be him."

It was only then that Meng Qingping regained his composure a little bit——

Why did Mr. Jiang take it for granted that when he saw a child who called Duan Zijin his mother?

Could it be that Mr. Jiang and this woman have had something before?

Duan Zijin frowned, handed the child to the servant, "carry it back to the bedroom first."

Meng Qingping was a little anxious all of a sudden, but Duan Zijin interrupted him lightly: "Mr. Meng, you can't take the red date with you tonight. I won't hand her over to you until you settle everything."

Meng Qingping thought about it, he couldn't just take the child to the hospital and show it to his wife.

But he still watched the child being taken away by the servant with great reluctance.

It wasn't until the bedroom door was tightly closed that he turned his head and saw the woman slowly walking past him, walking up to the man who was facing the abyss and standing on the edge of the mountain, with cool sarcasm permeating his delicate and charming face, "Jiang Lin, You are lawless, broke into a private house at such a late hour, and made such a big commotion because of this child?"

Seeing the man's deep and forbearing eyebrows, she smiled deeper and colder, "Who did you hear that this child is yours?"

"How could your child not be mine?" There was some emotion in his black eyes, which was very dark, just like his tone, calm but profound, "Yuyou, you can be angry with me, I know you don't Will forgive me easily. But don't make fun of me about the kids."

"Are you kidding?" The smile on Duan Zijin's lips faded a little, "Can I still joke with you?"

"long."

"I said the child is not yours." She said, "You go."

Jiang Lin ignored the second half of her sentence and answered the first half: "I don't believe it."

Listening to his solemn tone, Duan Zijin felt a little irritable for some reason.

But the irritability is just the irritability that stays in the heart.On her pretty face, there was nothing but a casual smile, "You asked me if the child belonged to you, and I said no, but you didn't believe me, so why are you asking me?" She was lazy She lazily raised her eyelids and looked at him, "Besides, even if this child is really yours, what can you do?"

Jiang Lin looked at her with lowered eyebrows, she was so close to him, so close that he could clearly see the wanton disgust and impatience under her smile at a glance.

Maybe she didn't want to hide it from him at all.

Finally, even the perfunctory and polite manners are gone?Jiang Lin couldn't help stretching out his hand, pinching her chin, and gently rubbed the belly of his finger on her thin and thin Bai Xi's face.

A low smile overflowed from his deep throat, "It's my child, so you can't call others father. Both you and him can only be mine."

Snapped--

There was a crisp sound, clean and neat, without muddling at all.

Duan Zijin clenched his right hand slightly, retracted his raised arm, and looked at the man in front of him who was beaten to the side with no expression on his face, "Get out."

Yu Song and Meng Qingping looked at each other, and both found shock in each other's eyes.

Of course, Meng Qingping might be a little more shocked.

If the man was not angry with her at the hospital gate, he should be angry with this slap, right?

Yu Song also thinks so, because he has witnessed how his husband's temper has gradually become sharper and colder in the past two years.

He even saw the hostility in the man's eyes.

Seeing him standing still, Duan Zijin sneered, "Still leaving? Isn't a slap too little?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand again, but this time, the man held her wrist, her tone was slightly serious, "Enough, Yoyo."

She knew that he would not let her slap him so easily.

Duan Zijin smiled ironically and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the man held his wrist even tighter and slowly pulled it in front of him.

He spread her palm and rubbed it for her with downcast eyes, his tone was so calm that no emotion could be heard, "Has the Duan family prepared any medicine? His palms are red."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Meng Qingping felt as if someone had hit the back of the head with a stick.

Yu Song was also speechless for a long time.

Duan Zijin violently broke away from him.He was so good-tempered that she didn't know where to start.

The man didn't hear her answer for a long time, so he looked deeply at her dazed appearance, and said in a low voice: "There is at home, come back with me, huh?"

Duan Zijin finally came back to his senses, stared at him for a few seconds, and said, "Jiang Lin, we don't have a home anymore, two years ago. We got divorced, do you remember?"

He remembered.

Jiang Lin's throat was tense, his thin lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Mr. Jiang, you are a smart person, and smart people will consider the consequences before doing things. You must have thought about the consequences two years ago, but you still chose that path. Now that you have chosen, you have to accept it, you said Woolen cloth?"

These words not only made Duan Zijin's dark pupils shrink suddenly, but also completely shocked Meng Qingping.

divorce!

This man was married?

Two years ago...

Something suddenly popped up in Meng Qingping's mind, and he couldn't help sizing up the woman whose profile was covered by long hair with unimaginable eyes.

So, Yu Cheng, the legendary banquet queen, is Mr. Jiang's... ex-wife?

But didn't that woman die because of dystocia and hemorrhage?

He immediately remembered the clues mentioned by Duan Zijin in the car—she said she was not in good health, so she hired Yu Xin as a nanny, and she also had a son.

So, her poor health is due to the imprisoning and difficult childbirth two years ago, and his son is the flesh and blood of the man in front of him?

"Mr. Jiang, I know that you have deep roots in Province D and a high position and authority. Let alone breaking into houses in the middle of the night, even if you kill me here, no one would dare to do anything to you." She said lazily He yawned, "I can't stop you, but I can go, can't I hide if I can't be provoked?"

Jiang Lin didn't know how she used such a heartless expression to say the most hurtful words, he only felt that his heart was gradually filled with agitation, which was a kind of anger driven by the fear of gain and loss .

"Where do you want to go, where else can you go? Do you think I will let you go?"

"Otherwise?" Duan Zijin didn't take his threat too seriously, "It's not like you have the ability to find me back everywhere, after these two years, you still don't understand?"

Her words pierced Jiang Lin's chest so hard that he could almost hear the sound of flesh being pierced.

He couldn't help but press the woman in front of him into his arms, as if he wanted to embed her in his blood and never separate her, his voice was so hoarse that the few rustling sounds were particularly piercing, "I understand, don't go."

"Then let me go." Duan Zijin's brows remained unmoved, and his voice was invulnerable and cold, "I agree to reminisce with you, and I promised not to go around when I saw you. On the basis of treating each other. If you do something that crosses the line, I can also pretend that I didn't say that."

"Okay, I'll let go." He quickly withdrew his hand and raised it in the air, as if afraid that she would get angry, and took two steps back.

But the dark eyes were on her face without moving for a moment.

Duan Zijin looked at him for a moment, "I'm sleepy."

"Go to sleep." The man whispered, "I won't disturb you."

"Are you going to stand this night?"

"I won't quarrel with you." The man still had these four words, his eyes lingered on her gentle eyebrows, and seeing the elongated gray under her eyes, suddenly felt the pain of being hit by something in the heart, and said in a low voice, "You sleep."

Duan Zijin lowered his eyes, "I'm not used to having strangers at home when I'm sleeping."

Jiang Lindao: "Yu Song, take Mr. Meng home."

Yu Song, "..."

He silently looked at the man whose every inch of line from head to toe seemed to be taut.

Did he really not know that the "stranger" Miss Duan referred to was him, or was he just pretending not to know?