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

"Follow me?"

Xing Mingyu's large, bony hand was slightly cool. He gently grasped her slender wrist, lowered his head and stared at her. He said in a low voice, "Are you full?"

"Oh...I'm full."

Jiang Qianxun hesitated for a second, then looked up and met his gaze. She originally wanted to leave too.

Xie Zong first saw the man's big hand holding Jiang Qianxun's wrist, the watch was very expensive, then he looked up and saw the man's condescending look.

Looking at this man with an extraordinary height and appearance, Xie Zong stuttered and tried to stand up.

He had met many bosses, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Xing Mingyu, who had deep facial features, a cold temperament, and a ruthless aura that seemed like he could strangle him to death at any time.

He had met many people, and he could tell at a glance whether the man in front of him was pretending to be important or was just someone who could not be messed with by anyone.

Jiang Qianxun saw the puzzled look Xie Zong gave her, but she pretended not to see it and did not introduce him to him.

This lawyer was as quiet as a dog in front of Qin Kun, yet he tried to deceive her feelings. He probably thought that a 20-year-old rich woman would be easier to deal with.

Xing Mingyu rarely appeared in the news, so it was normal that he didn't know her. But for some reason, she felt that this lawyer was not qualified to know the name of the man next to her.

Because Xing Mingyu had just drunk a glass of wine, his sexy Adam's apple was slightly red.

This is what happens when he drinks, and it's obvious on his face.

The man had a custom-made black cell phone in his hand and took a photo of the lawyer who couldn't utter a word.

"Sir...you are..."

He wanted to stop it. He was a lawyer and had countless reasons to stop the other party from blatantly slapping him in the face.

Xing Mingyu glanced over and didn't even bother to say a word. He held Jiang Qianxun's wrist, which was as delicate as tofu, in his palm. He didn't dare to use any force at all, and walked out of the restaurant.

Got outside.

The young driver drove the car over with great foresight.

But seeing that Mr. Xing had no intention of leaving, but stood there lighting a cigarette, the driver waited quietly in the car.

"Wait for me in the car."

Xing Mingyu spoke to her gently, holding the mobile phone in one hand and the lit cigarette between his fingers, with his hand stretched a little further away, as if he didn't want her to smell the secondhand smoke.

Jiang Qianxun took a look and had no choice but to get in the car.

Ever since she heard his respectful words last night, she couldn't get angry with this man anymore.

Moreover, this man was listening to the whole thing at the next table and was probably also disgusted by the lawyer.

But why did they change the driver? Where is Uncle Song?

Xing Mingyu was standing at the door of the French restaurant with his cell phone in his hand. It was hard not to notice his height and long legs. He was not wearing a tie, had a handsome face, and had been drinking.

He narrowed his dark eyes and took a deep puff of the cigarette in his mouth, which was both expensive and uncouth.

While lowering his head, the man sent the photo.

Then the phone rang.

His voice was cold and deep, and he said calmly: "Let the word out, no matter how big or small the company is, anyone who hires this lawyer is against me. Whoever gives him a living, I will make sure that his next three generations don't have a single bite of food to eat."

It was a very simple sentence, just like a father casually reminding his child before going to school, "Don't forget to bring your schoolbag and listen carefully in class."

But only the lawyer could slowly digest and experience the hostility behind this.

Ling Yue's puzzled voice sounded slowly and lazily. He wondered if Brother Xing Er was in menopause recently. Why was he always angry?

He asked, "From the sound of it, you've been drinking? How did this lawyer offend you?"

Xing Mingyu was too lazy to say another word and hung up the call with his long finger.

How did I offend him?

He actually wanted to be the stepfather of his two children.

The thirty-seven-year-old man set his sights on the twenty-year-old girl, and the beads on his abacus clicked louder than he could.

On the way back to the Xing Group from the French restaurant, neither Xing Mingyu nor Jiang Qianxun spoke.

Jiang Qianxun saw that he was resting with his eyes closed. The faint scent of brandy spread in the car, which was mellow and pleasant, so she did not disturb him.

When they arrived at the company, they took the exclusive elevator upstairs together.

One is the big boss and the other is a specially appointed director. It doesn't seem out of place for these two people to walk together.

Jiang Qianxun has a group meeting within the department in the afternoon.

By the time the meeting was over, it was almost five o'clock.

She just happened to have something to do so she went up to find Xing Mingyu.

Xing Mingyu didn't drink much in the French restaurant, but when Jiang Qianxun came in, she inexplicably felt that the man seemed very drunk.

When he looked at her, his deep black eyes were elusive.

The two talked about business for about twenty minutes.

Then, Jiang Qianxun inquired: "Master Jian Shulin, is she the grandmother of Jingbao and Xingbao?"

The man raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Yeah."

Internationally, Jiang Qianxun, whose English name is Queen, is an idol for some children who are fascinated by architectural design.

Jian Shulin is a great master in this industry and the number one idol of Queen, Meng Zixi also known as An, and other friends they met abroad.

Jiang Qianxun was like a little girl chasing a star, and asked innocently, "Can you help me get an autographed photo from her?"

Xing Mingyu sat in a black leather chair, his dark eyes staring at the upper body of a girl lying on the edge of his desk, like a little girl asking for leniency from her serious mentor.

Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with a pure and clear desire for an autographed photo.

Xing Mingyu's face was calm, and he looked serious and mature. He agreed and said, "Okay."

Jiang Qianxun immediately screamed in her heart.

On the surface, she remained calm and said sincerely, "Thank you."

The man raised his eyes and looked at her at this time, and his deep gaze reflected her satisfaction.

He raised his hand and touched his Adam's apple a few times, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Then you have to promise me that you can't talk to anyone else."

At first glance, this sentence sounds a bit disharmonious, as if something is missing.

Jiang Qianxun stared blankly at the man in front of her. It took her two seconds to realize what was missing.

Does he mean that he can’t talk to me and can’t talk to anyone else?

Jiang Qianxun's face was hot, a very unfamiliar feeling: "I know."

Xing Mingyu's dark eyes were filled with heat, his body was restrained, but his eyes were not restrained at all: "You are not allowed to get too close to them, and you are not allowed to date them."

"..."

Jiang Qianxun raised her head and said, "You are being overbearing and meddling too much. But your strength is that you speak directly and in a gentle way."

Xing Mingyu's throat was dry, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Is that so."

He stared at her little face with a gaze as deep as the ink sea.

The look in my eyes implies that, rather than communicating gently like this, I would rather rudely press you down on this desk.

It makes you recall how you lost your body and how you had a child.