The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Lu Jinglun was a little unhappy, and his face sank.

He didn't say anything for the rest of the journey.

He doesn't talk, and Jiang Yan doesn't talk too much.

She has been looking at the scenery outside the car window.

The streets of Qixi Festival are very lively. There are small vendors selling flowers, couples walking hand in hand, and girls holding words in their arms and directing their boyfriends to take pictures of themselves.

Jiang Yan looked at it with a sore heart.

She is also married and has a husband, but no one gives her presents or takes pictures of her.

Only Wen Qi had a meal with her, and unfortunately met Lu Jinglun.

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She didn't want to let the scene outside disturb her mind, so she slowly closed her eyes.

After driving for a while, the car encountered a red light.

Lu Jinglun stepped on the brakes and turned his head to look at the co-pilot. Seeing Jiang Yan with his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, he seemed very disturbed.

What is she thinking?

He didn't have a clear answer in mind.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in the underground parking lot of Yufu Garden.

Lu Jinglun unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, and Jiang Yan opened his eyes just in time.

She put on her seat belt, and just as she was about to open the door, the door was opened from the outside.

Jiang Yan raised his head, his eyes caught Lu Jinglun's eyes unexpectedly, and then flustered, he got out of the car with his head down.

Boom!

The door was slammed shut.

Jiang Yan didn't look at him again after getting off the car, and walked towards the elevator entrance.

But as soon as he lifted his footsteps, his wrist was grabbed.

She turned her head to look at him, and said a little tiredly: "What's wrong?"

"For four years, as a husband, I don't seem to have given you a Valentine's Day, whether it's Western Valentine's Day or the traditional Qixi Festival."

"Among us, do we still need this?"

Lu Jinglun didn't know what it was at the moment, and when he heard him say this, he was not angry, and said with a faint smile: "Why don't you need it, aren't you my wife?"

Jiang Yan had no interest in talking nonsense with him, and said lightly: "I'm already home, so what else?"

"Wait."

After leaving these two words, he walked over and opened the trunk, took out a bouquet of flowers from it, walked up to Jiang Yan and handed it to her.

She was a little surprised, but more...shocked.

It's a red rose.

But she doesn't like red roses, and most importantly, she is allergic to pollen.

Lu Jinglun didn't know any of this.

Jiang Yan shifted his gaze from the flowers to Lu Jinglun's face, and asked with a light smile, "What does Mr. Lu mean?"

"Send you flowers and wish you a happy Qixi Festival, isn't the meaning clear enough? Do you have to tell me?"

"You wish me happiness?"

She asked him, and then smiled: "But Mr. Lu, the person who makes me unhappy every day is you. I can't be happy just by sending a bouquet of flowers after a festival."

"Jiang Yan!"

"what happened?"

The man's voice was cold and hard: "You just go ahead with whatever I give you, do you have to make such an unpleasant scene?"

She glanced at the bouquet of red roses, pursed her lips and said, "I don't like this flower."

"Then what kind of flowers do you like?"

"I don't like any flowers."

His voice was even angrier than before: "Jiang Yan!"

Seeing that he was getting angry again, she added: "Even if Mr. Lu really wants to give me a holiday, he can't force a person with hay fever to happily accept your flowers, right?"

The man paused slightly: "Are you allergic to pollen? Why didn't I know?"

Jiang Yan looked at him with a half-smile, and asked without answering, "President Lu knows that I'm sorry for you, what else does he know?"