After that night, I was pregnant with the billionaire president's child

Song Ya got up early in the morning. She had asked Teng Yue several times:

"Teng Yue, are you really going to take me back to your home?"

Teng Yue was still lazing in bed.

He pulled Song Ya into his arms and kissed her, “Do you want to marry me so much?”

Song Ya placed her hands on Teng Yue’s pectoral muscles.

She said, "You haven't exercised for a long time. Your chest muscles are soft."

Teng Yue smiled and slapped Song Ya on her butt.

"Ah." Song Ya screamed.

Teng Yue stared at her with gloomy eyes, "Don't yell like that so early in the morning. I can't help it."

Song Ya got up from him and walked to the cloakroom, "What should I wear to your house today?"

Teng Yue said: "Anyway, you can't go there naked."

Song Ya turned around and glared at Teng Yue, "Hateful!"

Teng Yue watched Song Ya walk into the cloakroom, his eyes full of affection.

Song Ya came out of the cloakroom carrying several skirts.

These were all bought for her by Teng Yue before.

Some still have labels on them.

Some of them she had only worn once or twice, or she would wear them at home, show them to Teng Yue, and then take them off and put them back in the closet.

Although she was with Teng Yue before, Teng Yue did not make her public. She was still working outside, so she dressed very low-key.

So she had no time to wear the brand-name clothes that Teng Yue bought for her.

"Teng Yue, which one do you think I should wear?"

Teng Yue didn't look at the clothes in Song Ya's hand, he just looked at Song Ya, "They all look good."

Song Ya pouted her lips in grievance and asked Teng Yue for a complaint, "You didn't even read it."

Teng Yue had a smile on his face, and his voice was filled with a hint of doting:

"I bought all the clothes. Don't I know whether they look good or not?"

Song Ya exhaled through her nose and said, "Why don't you wear pants? Will your parents..."

"will not."

Teng Yue interrupted Song Ya before she finished speaking, "Wear whatever you like, be yourself, don't do what others like."

Song Ya stared at Teng Yue in a daze, her eyes full of affection.

Although Teng Yue said this, she always had a belief in her heart: that is, she had to be the way Teng Yue liked.

Not only did she love Teng Yue.

She also wanted to make Teng Yue feel that she was worthy of love.

Teng Yue picked up the phone and said, "Go and tell your mother to come to my house today and talk about our marriage."

As Teng Yue spoke, he had already opened the game on his mobile phone and started playing.

Song Ya walked to the bed and sat down, "What if my mother doesn't leave?"

Teng Yue raised his eyes and glanced at Song Ya’s furrowed brows.

He lowered his head to play games again, "Then ask her if she wants us to get married? If she wants you to marry me, she will leave. If she doesn't want you to marry me, she won't leave."

"..." Song Ya looked at Teng Yue who was only focused on playing games. She pouted, but she did not blame Teng Yue. She stood up and walked out.

Just as she worried, her mother refused to go to Teng's house.

She told her mother what Teng Yue had said.

Mom naturally wanted Teng Yue to marry Song Ya.

Mom said, "But, I haven't prepared a dowry for you."

"Mom, Teng Yue and his parents know our family's situation, they won't let us pay the dowry."

Song Ya hugged her mother and said, "Don't worry about this."

Mom stroked Song Ya's head and said, "What gifts should we bring to the Teng family today? What can we give away?"

"..."Song Ya didn't expect this.

But she added, "Mom, since Teng Yue asked us to go home with him, he will prepare it, so don't worry about it."

Mom lowered her eyes; poverty made it impossible for her to raise her head.

And let her daughter suffer with her.

At this time, Teng Yue's voice came from the room, "Xiao Ya! Xiao Ya..."

Song Ya quickly let go of her mother and ran into the house.

Teng Yue was still leaning against the bed playing games. He just looked up at her and said:

"It's salty for breakfast, pour me a glass of water."

"Okay." Song Ya went out again.

The mother in the living room heard what Teng Yue had just said.

Mom saw Song Ya stride into the kitchen, pour a glass of water for Teng Yue, and then quickly walk into the house.

Mom sighed inwardly.

Song Ya stood by the bed holding a cup of water and fed Teng Yue the water. She then sat by the bed holding the empty cup.

"Teng Yue," Song Ya said hesitantly:

If we get married, can my family not pay the bride price?"

"What do you want as a gift?" Teng Yue looked up at Song Ya and continued playing the game. "What do you have at home?"

Song Ya, "..."

Teng Yue realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly raised his eyes to look at Song Ya again. His hands were busy playing games, so he straightened up, stared at the game on his phone, and kissed Song Ya and said:

"That's not what I meant. Don't worry about it. You don't have to worry about anything when we get married."

Song Ya felt warm in her heart.

She hugged Teng Yue's legs again, put her chin on Teng Yue's knees, looked at Teng Yue and said:

"Teng Yue, what gifts should my mother and I bring to your house today?"

"What presents are you bringing home?"

Teng Yue was busy raising his eyebrows and looking at Song Ya. Seeing Song Ya's big eyes flickering, he smiled gently and lowered his head to play games again:

"You don't have to worry about anything, just follow me, and do whatever I tell you to do. You don't have to worry about anything."

Song Ya has become accustomed to Teng Yue's attitude of not caring about anything when playing games.

Teng Yue was always like this before.

But now she and her mother are going to Teng's house.

But now she and Teng Yue are getting married.

She was so worried that Teng Yue's parents and family would look down on her and oppose her marriage to Teng Yue.

But Teng Yue never stopped playing the game and had a good talk with her about the issues she was worried about.