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

He originally thought that the poor eldest daughter of the Jiang family would be as fragile and easily broken as her wet eyes.

But now, it was beyond his expectations.

She looks fair, tender and soft, but she is calm, cool, rational and never suffers any loss.

"Crazy, really crazy! Jiang Qianxun, this home is not suitable for you, you should move to a mental hospital!" Shen Lan rarely took off her elegant disguise and shouted.

Su Rourou couldn't lift her head, and there were no steps to go down. She half-collapsed on the smooth ground, thinking that she had been too impulsive.

I didn't expect there was something in the box.

I didn't expect that just a small act like kicking a courier would make Jiang Qianxun so angry.

So rude and disrespectful.

Su Rourou secretly glanced at Xing Mingyu.

From her low angle on the ground, the first thing she saw was the man's brand new, shiny black leather shoes, and then, moving up, she saw his long, strong legs in his trousers.

Then, she saw the man looking down at her.

Xing Mingyu's dark eyes were like a bottomless sea, and the cigarette between his slender fingers was broken by him silently.

He didn't say a word, but his expression, which showed no emotion, revealed the violence in his bones.

Su Rourou was delighted.

Great.

It seemed that Mr. Xing was not happy to see her being bullied.

How could Jiang Qianxun be kicking her? She was clearly kicking Mr. Xing's face.

Su Rourou frowned, and immediately covered her stomach with trembling fingers. She lowered her eyes and groaned in pain: "My stomach, my stomach... it hurts..."

Shen Lan suddenly realized that she should try to win back one city first.

"Mr. Xing, my mother and I have always been the weaker party in the family. In the past, I would have tolerated it, but Rourou seems to be pregnant with your child. Her period has not come for more than two months. Her stomach aches so much, I'm afraid the baby is not doing well."

Jiang Qianxun turned his head.

Xing Mingyu looked at the woman on the ground indifferently, and his thick brows immediately frowned.

On the ground, Su Rourou was already holding her stomach and screaming in pain until her throat was about to break. She couldn't hold it any longer and asked, "Mr. Xing, won't you seek justice for me and my child?"

Uncle Song who has been watching the white play:?

Uncle Song has always had good personal qualities, but now he can’t help but swear in his heart: What the hell do you want?

Do you really have no idea who is right or wrong?

Xing Mingyu finally stood up, stretched out his long legs, and walked towards Su Rourou, who was in as much pain as if she were giving birth.

"It hurts……"

When Su Rourou saw him coming, her voice became a little more coquettish.

She even couldn't wait to stretch out her hand, waiting for the man to support her or hold her sideways.

Xing Mingyu did extend a big hand to Su Rourou.

But he didn't try to help her. Instead, he pushed her hand away, picked up the cardboard box on the ground next to him, and took out a broken building from it.

Something like a castle.

But you can see that it is different from the princess castle used to entertain children.

When Jiang Qianxun opened the package at the door, he could see clearly from his angle that there was an air cushion inside to prevent it from breaking.

She signed for it and threw the plastic air cushion away.

It's broken now.

When Jiang Qianxun saw that the building block model was broken, he kicked Su Rourou hard without saying a word.

It goes without saying how important this building block model is to her.

Su Rourou didn't know what was going on. She just thought Mr. Xing was too straight. She tried hard to squeeze out tears and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... My stomach... really hurts..."

Xing Mingyu said calmly: "Put her building blocks back in place and return them to her."

Su Rourou widened her eyes in grievance, and for a moment, she was so stunned that she even forgot to cry out in pain.

Uncle Song touched his nose: his dignified and noble teacher now looked just like one of his own children who had a fight at school, and he was the patriarch who was called by the teacher to deal with the problem.

Su Rourou burst into tears of disappointment and said weakly, "What about me? My stomach hurts so much and I don't know if I can keep the baby. Isn't she responsible?"

Moreover, Su Rourou took a tearful look at the building block packaging, and there were big words clearly written on it: It consists of 10,000 blocks?

Her tears burst out even more violently and she almost died.

"Ten thousand grains...the grains are so small that I can't even see them. Will my eyes really not go blind after I finish putting them together?"

"Let's put it this way." Xing Mingyu turned a deaf ear to him, and his low voice showed his indifference: "Go get treatment if she's blind. This doesn't conflict with putting the building blocks together for her first."

Uncle Song touched his nose again: his master is still a protective patriarch.

But, sir, you have no connection with the poor eldest daughter of the Jiang family, so why would you be so biased?

Oh, right.

I almost forgot.

The eldest daughter of the Jiang family is Mr. Qin’s girlfriend.

Young Master Qin and Mr. Xing have always had a good relationship and are as close as brothers. There is nothing wrong with Mr. Xing's heart being a little biased towards his sister-in-law.

Besides, Miss Jiang is right.

On the other side, Shen Lan and Su Rourou, mother and daughter, were both stunned!

Is this guy named Xing still a human being?

Su Rourou was caught in a dilemma. She didn't dare to say a word and only felt a burning pain on her face.

It was like being hit in the face silently.

Jiang Qianxun said disdainfully: "No, her hands will dirty my building blocks."

Xing Mingyu raised his eyes and said calmly: "You mean, anything I touch is not dirty?"

Uncle Song is almost embarrassed, but his husband will learn from this and apply it to other situations.

Jiang Qianxun took the building blocks from the man's hand, and Aunt Lan brought other servants over to pick up those scattered on the ground.

At this time, the servant at the door said, "Sir, you are back!"

When he went to get the slippers, the servant hurriedly greeted the other person behind the gentleman: "Mr. Qin!"

The two who walked in one after the other were Jiang Qianxun's father Jiang Wenyuan.

Another one was Qin Chuan, whose shirt collar had several buttons loose, his collarbone was red, and he was obviously drunk.