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

When the elevator reached the first floor, Ling Yue grabbed the suit sleeve of the man in front of him.

Xing Mingyu turned around and raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

The handsome man walking behind smiled indifferently: "If you are too attentive to a girl for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief."

Xing Mingyu turned his head and glanced at the petite woman who was waiting for him at the door, and said indifferently, "Is that so."

Seeing that he didn't deny it, Ling Yue smiled even more wickedly: "Do you really want to kidnap her home and sleep with her?"

The man was too lazy to deal with his prying desire and walked towards the hotel entrance.

"No, I just don't understand, Xing Er, what exactly is your fetish in that area? Do you have a fetish for ugly people, or do you have a fetish for your brother's ex?"

At the hotel gate, the Didi car that Jiang Qianxun called has arrived.

She agreed to chat with Xing Mingyu, but this man looked so noble that he obviously would not take an ordinary taxi.

"I'm sorry, my schedule has changed at the last minute."

Jiang Qianxun took out her cell phone and wanted to transfer some money to the driver as compensation.

Xing Mingyu raised his hand and motioned Uncle Song to come over and deal with it.

Then his big hand naturally fell down and pinched the slender wrist of the woman in front of him.

With a serious look on his face, he said to the driver, "I'm really sorry, my wife always had to take a taxi every time we quarreled, but now she's fine."

When the driver heard this, his face, which was originally unhappy about being stood up by the passenger, suddenly turned into a smile.

The driver also taught the couple outside the car: "Your wife looks young. Pamper her more. Men who pamper their wives are blessed!"

Jiang Qianxun could not hide the embarrassment on her face, but luckily she was wearing a mask to cover it up.

When she looked up, she saw Xing Mingyu's resolute face.

Seeing that they were rich, the driver accepted the compensation without hesitation and said, "You rich people really know how to have fun. When you have a fight, you just get ready to take a taxi and run away, but your husband has to chase you in a luxury car. How tiring. In my opinion, couples should fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. If you want to fight, go back home and fight in bed!"

While chatting and laughing, the driver took the money and drove away.

The next second, Xing Mingyu had already loosened his grip on the little woman's white and tender wrist, showing great restraint.

Jiang Qianxun looked down at her separated hands and was stunned for about a second.

Maybe he just heard the driver nagging her about standing her up, so he came forward to help her out.

A black Maybach drove over quickly. Jiang Qianxun got in and sat down, while Xing Mingyu sat on the other side.

The two of them kept a proper distance.

The car slowly drove away from the hotel gate. Jiang Qianxun looked out the window and couldn't help thinking that Xing Ming's encounter today was really abnormal.

Be restrained enough and have enough self-respect.

Xing Mingyu sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his body lazy and casual, yet elegant, when his cell phone vibrated.

I picked it up and saw that it was a message from Ling Yue.

[Xing Er, I've thought about it. Should I arrange an ambulance from my hospital to wait downstairs of your building? Last time you broke a bed leg in a hotel in a small county town, it proved that your years of military service were not in vain. But Miss Jiang is a pregnant woman...]

The man looked at the message on his mobile phone screen with an ambiguous expression.

5:30 pm, Yuhuwan Apartment.

Jiang Qianxun brought the man to her home, her own territory, where she would feel more comfortable and at ease.

She changed her shoes at the entrance, and took out a pair of disposable men's slippers for the man. Then she poured two glasses of water and placed them on the coffee table.

At sunset, the orange-red light shone in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows, like a painting.

Xing Mingyu sat on one side of the sofa. In this space full of feminine decoration, his facial features seemed more profound and three-dimensional.

He picked up the water cup with his big, bony hands and took a sip.

Jiang Qianxun's gaze was aimless, but it fell on his long, slender and well-proportioned fingers, with beautiful joints and a sense of power.

Then she looked up at him: "Just now in the Hanli box, you should have known that I am Jiang Qianxun, so..."

"So, I don't care what identity you use." Xing Mingyu's voice was low and clear: "I just hope that in front of me, you can be yourself."

Jiang Qianxun's face felt hot, not because of anything else, but because in all these years, except for her grandfather and mother, no one had ever responded to her with such an indulgent attitude. It was not accusation, but full of recognition and a sense of security.

But she became cautious again the next second.

Qin Chuan was also good at sweet talk at first, but his actions could never match his words.

Xing Mingyu stared at her and relaxed, but soon his expression changed to one of guard again, and he said calmly: "Why are you disguising yourself?"

She honestly expressed the fears she did have, and said with a smile: "After leaving that village as a teenager, I thought I had trained myself to be fearless, but I didn't expect that at the age of 20, after facing the fear of death from a car accident, I would still be traumatized and traumatized."

Xing Mingyu saw through her, glanced at her with his deep eyes as she lowered her head and said, "Are you worried that the car didn't kill you that day, and that the next way of death will be waiting for you?"

"Ah."

She remained calm and did not deny it. She clearly did not trust the man in front of her, but she still couldn't help but take off her disguise and turned into the ordinary appearance of a 20-year-old girl.

"If I become an ugly woman that everyone wants to laugh at when they see me, who never leaves the house and has a bad temper, then no one would go to the trouble of planning to put me there and risk going to jail..."

Jiang Qianxun was certain that the moment she woke up from the car accident, she wanted to live and was afraid of death.

Because she died unwillingly, she didn't have the face to see her mother and grandfather.

After she finished speaking, she was still smiling, but it was a forced smile, and the man saw through the fragility behind her forced smile.

Xing Mingyu exuded a strong mature masculine aura. He frowned and said, "It's uncomfortable to wear a mask. Don't pretend anymore."

Jiang Qianxun shook his head and gave a dry laugh: "Not yet, wait until my foundation is more solid."

She didn't need to look up to know that Xing Mingyu was looking at her.

He sat there quietly and gracefully, with unprecedented gentleness and patience, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, I'm here."

"..."

Jiang Qianxun sat there, hugged her knees and buried her head, frowning secretly. What was this?