The little fox is super pregnant, the heir-less boss is spoiling her like crazy

He suddenly leaned closer, and the ambiguity continued to vibrate in the air.

Su Wanyue was in a very complicated mood.

She couldn't describe the feeling, and wanted to get to the bottom of it, but when the words came to her lips she didn't know how to start. The lust in his eyes disappeared, and his pupils turned into a pool of gentle water.

"Go to sleep."

Xiao Changling gently pressed his fingertips against her eyelids, his breathing becoming heavier, his voice a little tired: "I'll take you out tomorrow morning."

Su Wanyue's heart was beating irregularly.

She tried her best to control the rhythm of her breathing, her chest rose and fell steadily, and her breathing gradually became steady.

There was only one voice left in my head.

Never see each other again——

Completely spicy——

No, she felt uncomfortable and asked unwillingly, "So, do you really want to marry Fei Luan?"

Xiao Changling's eyelashes trembled, and her heart felt like it was being pinched by an invisible hand. The hand holding her trembled again and again, as if the air was filled with a sour smell.

He didn't know how to answer. If something really happened between him and Feiluan, he would naturally have to give her a legitimate status.

Seeing him silent.

Su Wanyue had already guessed the answer. She sneered with a cold curve of her lips, "Third Prince, there's no need to answer. I already know the answer. After daybreak, let's just pretend we've never met. Thank you for your kindness these days, Third Prince."

Upon hearing this, the system became extremely anxious, "Stupid fox, your mission is to seduce him, not to part ways with him."

Su Wanyue sneered. The colder he was to me now, the stronger this sense of guilt would be when he knew that I was pregnant with his child.

The first polo match of the competition is coming up, and by then, I'll have the chance to cause a miscarriage.

Don’t you have medicine here that can make it look like a miscarriage?

Upon hearing this, the system suddenly understood and secretly sighed inwardly that vixen really have their own ways.

……

The polo match was the first competition.

The venue is a suburban stadium.

There are maple forests all around, and the ground is covered with golden maple leaves.

After getting off the carriage, Qiangwei took out a cloak and put it on Su Wanyue. She reminded her, "The weather is cold, please take care of yourself."

Su Wanyue nodded, her eyes wandering among the crowd, wondering whether Xiao Changling would come.

Su Wanyue hadn't seen Xiao Changling these days. He had never come to the private school, and she hadn't gone to look for him.

Because of severe morning sickness, she vomited everything she ate these days, except sour food, so Qiangwei always kept sour dried apricots on hand.

Before she had taken a few steps, her stomach churned and she quickly squatted down on the grass next to her.

After rinsing her mouth, Qiangwei handed her the sour dried apricots and said with concern, "Girl, press it."

"Ah."

Su Wanyue took the dried apricots and chewed them. It took her a long time to suppress the discomfort in her stomach.

Just as he stood up straight, he heard a sharp and piercing laugh.

"Hey, what's going on?" Shen Youran saw Su Wanyue's expression, and the mockery on her face became more and more obvious. She walked closer to Su Wanyue, pinched her nose and fanned it, her tone full of disgust: "What's wrong, Miss Su? Is this your first time in a place like this? Are you not used to it?"

Su Wanyue was too lazy to pay attention to her. "Miss Shen, I wonder if you have invited Princess Jiarong to come and support you. I think you should stop wasting your time on me."

These days, Shen Youran has been sending people to deliver invitations to her house, either asking her to arrange flowers or to drink tea, but Su Wanyue was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Yesterday, she sent someone to deliver an invitation, saying that she wanted to invite Princess Jiarong to watch her competition.

Su Wanyue asked Qiangwei to reply with a "hmm". Anyway, she was going to come, so it was better to give her a vague answer and keep her in suspense.

Shen Youran was full of confidence and said, "Of course. Princess Jiarong has already agreed to come and watch my match. Just wait."

After saying that, Shen Youran snorted, turned around and left, leaving only one sentence, "Just wait to lose."

Qiangwei supported Su Wanyue worriedly, "Miss, aren't you the Princess Jiarong?"

"It's a pity that the idiot didn't know." Su Wanyue looked at Shen Youran's back with a hint of mockery on the corner of her mouth.

Her gaze fell on the field not far away.

Qiangwei pointed to a place not far away in surprise and said happily, "Miss, look, it's Zhao Xunhuan. He's coming over."

Su Wanyue looked in the direction of Qiangwei's finger.

Zhao Xunhuan was not wearing a soldier's uniform today. He was wearing a crescent-white brocade suit, his hair was tied with a white silk ribbon, and his eyes were shining brightly.

He also saw Su Wanyue, and squinted his eyes as he walked towards her. The autumn wind lifted the loose hair on her forehead, revealing her smooth forehead, which was bright and bold.

Zhao Xunhuan's heart was beating wildly for no reason. He suddenly clamped his stomach hard and came to Su Wanyue, smiling softly, "Miss Su, I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

A young man in fine clothes and riding a horse is naturally the best.

Su Wanyue took a quick look at him and knew that his outfit today was not something that ordinary people could afford, let alone an ordinary soldier.

She took a step forward, leaned over and patted the white horse's cheek. "Young Master Zhao is no ordinary man, is he? This horse and these clothes are worth thousands of gold. They are definitely not something a small soldier can afford. Even I, a young lady, may not be able to afford them."

Zhao Xunhuan's Adam's apple slid up and down guiltily.

His voice was a little hoarse: "I didn't mean to hide it."

Su Wanyue's red lips curled up slightly: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what your identity is. I don't care. I only care about whether I can win today's game."

Zhao Xunhuan: “…”

Su Wanyue looked at him with a smile: "So, Mr. Zhao, there is no need to explain. I just want to know, will Mr. Zhao let me lose?"

Zhao Xunhuan: “…”

He felt extremely regretful now, regretting that he had not confessed his identity to Su Wanyue earlier. Although she seemed not to care, there was no guarantee that she would not be angry.

Zhao Xunhuan was overthinking it. She had no interest in Zhao Xunhuan's identity at all. She was more concerned about whether Xiao Changling would come.

Su Wanyue didn't want to lose without a fight, so she had to go find Xiao Changling.

She turned around gracefully and walked forward with a firm step. After taking a few steps, she found that there was no movement behind her, and looked back at him, "Master Zhao, aren't you going to catch up?"

"Yes, Princess Jiarong."

Su Wanyue was so startled that she stopped in her tracks. When she looked up, she saw Zhao Xunhuan already riding a horse to her side. His tone was playful and casual as he asked, "Why don't you leave, Princess Jiarong?"

A whirlpool quickly formed in the beautiful fox's heart. She looked at him in surprise, her pupils trembling slightly.

Zhao Xunhuan curled his lips and smiled meaningfully.

He glanced at Su Wanyue, who was almost unable to hold the hand warmer. "You didn't expect it, Princess Jiarong, but I, Zhao, may know more about you than you think."

"Yeah." Su Wanyue quickly calmed herself down. Her face remained calm, reserved and delicate, like a proud peacock. "You work under Uncle Jiang, so what's so strange about you knowing the identity of this county lady?"