On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

The long-axle, silver-roofed Maybach was parked majestically at the gate of the villa.

Shen Lan and her daughter looked at the noble man getting off the car with shining eyes.

Su Rourou had never seen such a handsome man with such a strong aura. While she was infatuated with him, she was also frightened to the point that her legs went weak.

"Rou Rou invited you here at short notice. We were in a hurry to prepare at home. I hope Mr. Xing won't mind."

Shen Lan stood up and said.

Uncle Song couldn't help but frown after hearing what Shen Lan said.

It seems that the one who invited his husband to dinner was not Director An, but Rourou in front of him?

Uncle Song took out his cell phone and found Director An’s WeChat.

After taking a closer look, Director An’s WeChat avatar is too similar to this Rourou.

There was a hint of chilliness in Xing Mingyu's deep and calm eyes, and it was obvious that he wanted to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, the green-feathered parrot in the garden on the first floor saw that the window on the fifth floor was open, and flew over, calling noisily, "Chihiro! Chihiro!"

Then it fell on the windowsill.

Jiang Qianxun noticed that the attention of the people at the gate was attracted by the parrot's squawking.

She touched the parrot's head and said, "Iron Head, be good!"

Xing Mingyu looked towards the window and said calmly, "Since you're here, why not come in and sit down."

Su Rourou and Shen Lan followed the man's line of sight and looked towards the window on the fifth floor with gritted teeth.

A group of people entered the villa.

Xing Mingyu sat on the sofa in the living room.

The next second, the doorbell rang outside.

The servant hurried out to open the door.

Outside the gate, the courier boy held the package in his hand and said, "Is Jiang Qianxun here? I'm here to sign for her package."

Su Rourou's heart was beating wildly.

With Xing Mingyu here, how could she possibly ask Jiang Qianxun to come down and sign for it?

She walked over and said with a smile: "I'm her sister, let me sign for her."

The courier boy didn't deliver the package to her, and said again: "The sender specifically instructed that the package must be signed for by Jiang Qianxun herself!"

The courier boy said so again, and Shen Lan and Su Rourou were at a loss.

If the mother and daughter continued to drag their feet and not call Jiang Qianxun down, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

"Okay, I'll go get her down right away."

Su Rourou went upstairs and knocked on the door.

She forced a smile at Jiang Qianxun who opened the door: "There is a package for you downstairs. The courier said you need to go downstairs to sign for it in person. But before you go downstairs, please wear a mask. I think my boyfriend can't stand the shock."

Although she was disfigured, her eyes, nose and mouth were still beautiful and prominent.

"Your boyfriend?" Jiang Qianxun had a lot of scars on her face, which was indeed disgusting, but her almond-shaped eyes when she raised them were extremely beautiful.

Su Rourou was in a trance due to her inferiority complex.

"Yes, my boyfriend."

After Jiang Qianxun went downstairs, she went straight to the door to sign for the express delivery.

Xing Mingyu sat upright on the sofa, his dark eyes looking at the little woman who was squatting at the door, opening the package and signing her name.

He had a blank expression on his face and didn't speak, seeming particularly indifferent.

Jiang Qianxun squatted there with her knees bent, her posture looking a little obedient.

The express delivery was sent to her by a good friend. It was a handmade model of a building. She unconsciously showed a warm smile on the corner of her mouth.

This sweet look fell into Xing Mingyu's dark sight.

Director An, this girl, the woman in the hotel that night... they all gave him the same feeling.

There was a calm expression on the man's face.

Shen Lan stared at Xing Mingyu closely, fearing that the golden son-in-law she was about to marry would fly away.

Jiang Qianxun was about to go upstairs with the package in her arms, not intending to talk to anyone.

"boom!"

The delivery guy closed the door for her.

A gust of wind blew in.

There is still a through breeze from north to south.

Along with the wind came the rich jasmine scent from Jiang Qianxun's body.

Xing Mingyu frowned and said in a deep voice: "Stop!"

Su Rourou's hands, lips, and even eyes began to tremble as the man spoke. She looked at her mother in a daze.

Shen Lan was also surprised.

How come he was stopped after only meeting Jiang Qianxun for less than half a minute?

Jiang Qianxun stood at the stairs and turned around.

Xing Mingyu stood up, stretched out his long legs, and came in front of her.

Her eyes were hazel, amber-like, wet and full of brilliance.

The woman that night also had such a pair of moving eyes.

When I look at him, I feel innocent and fragile.

Xing Mingyu asked: "Why does Miss Jiang wear a mask at home?"

Jiang Qianxun took off her mask without a second thought, revealing an ugly little face with scars.

"I'm disfigured and my face is ugly. I'm afraid it will scare others."

"Chihiro, why are you using your ugly face to deliberately scare the guests at home? You have no manners!"

Shen Lan urged: "What are you standing there for? Why don't you go upstairs quickly?"

There was no trace of ugliness in Xing Mingyu's eyes: "The news said that Miss Jiang is pregnant with a pair of children whose biological fathers are unknown."

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her lower abdomen.

Jiang Qianxun's pajamas were loose and soft, and her bust was very curvy, so the fabric was pushed up and the curve of her belly was not visible at all.

Shen Lan hurriedly denied it.

"Nothing!"

Shen Lan broke out in a cold sweat: "Mr. Xing, please don't believe those unscrupulous gossip media, they always write nonsense! Our Jiang family has a very upright family tradition and strict family education. Qianxun is still a virgin."

Meanwhile, the kitchen was bustling with activity.

There are ten dishes and one soup, and the last dish, steamed fish, is already out of the pot.

The chef poured hot oil on the fish body, and with a sizzling sound, the aroma of fish instantly filled the air.

The servant brought it out, and the only way to the restaurant was in front of Jiang Qianxun.

The smell of cooked oil mixed with the smell of fish suddenly rushed into Jiang Qianxun's nostrils.

The two babies in her belly made her feel nauseous and retching in front of this strange man for the second time.

Putting down the package, Jiang Qianxun covered her mouth and nose and ran to the nearest bathroom.

"Well!"