Queen, forced marriage

After getting into the car in a good mood, Fang Yiai couldn't wait to take out the flat heels she had prepared earlier to change into, took out her cosmetic bag, and even removed the makeup on her face.Only then did he rely on the back of the chair with all his strength, and let out a breath of relief.

Today's victory made her feel relaxed, and most of the stones in her heart were put down. Speaking of this point, she hoped that Qin Rulan would understand and retreat.Seeing that the time was almost up, he told the driver to go home again.

My own car drove into the Fang family mansion, and the servant who opened the door excitedly told her the good news of Lin Zikui's return. Her Majesty the Queen was overjoyed when she heard that, as if she had forgotten that she was a mother-to-be, she stomped into the house , came to Fang's mother and asked uncertainly: "Mom, Zikui is back?!"

The joy in her voice couldn't be concealed. Fang's mother hadn't seen her daughter like this for several days. She shook her head helplessly and at the same time admired Lin Zikui's charm for her daughter. She couldn't be so happy before seeing anyone. Laughing, he replied cheerfully: "I just came back not long ago, and I'm resting in your room!"

"Then I'll go up." After receiving such an answer from her daughter, Fang's mother was speechless again. The old saying is true, a married daughter is a splash of water!

Just as Fang Yiai was about to go upstairs, she seemed to think of something, and returned to her mother, kept running her hair, and asked urgently: "Mom, how do I look? Is my hair messy? Are the clothes wrinkled?"

"It's all good. My daughter is so beautiful. There is nothing to worry about."

"Then I'm going up!"

... After Fang Yiai got married, she was just like when she was with Lin Zikui. Before meeting Writer Lin, Fang Yiai always paid special attention to her own attire, for example... now.

While going upstairs, I was still thinking about what to say when I saw my husband. What if I was embarrassed at the beginning?After all, the two of them are still in a cold war, what if Lin Zikui is still angry?

However, the imaginary picture is always much fuller than the reality. Considering that Lin Zikui is taking a lunch break at this time, Her Majesty the Queen gently opened the door, but unexpectedly saw Lin Zikui sitting on the edge of the bed with a focused expression He stared at her intently, unable to express the emotion in his eyes, until the dangerous aura of a tiger staring at its prey spread around, making the always domineering queen shiver.

"Seed sunflower."

He tentatively called his lover's name, hoping to get some response.

"Where did you go?"

"We have an appointment with Xi Yao and the others." Her Majesty the Queen lied without breathing, speaking frankly.

Lin Zikui didn't seem to care about her simple question, but she was actually testing Fang Yi'ai. She was tepid and wanted to see how Fang Yi'ai lied and behaved today.

"You used to play together, you wouldn't go home so early, usually at night?"

"...Oh...I...that was before. Now I want to continue playing, but I have to consider whether the baby is right or not."

Speaking with a guilty conscience, Fang Yiai went into the house and closed the door, put her bag on the chair, changed her clothes and shoes for a while, but didn't talk directly to Writer Lin, what was it if it wasn't a physical reaction of a guilty conscience? !

With a cold snort in his heart, his gaze stayed on the shoes that Fang Yiai returned just a second ago, and asked again pretending to be strange: "Your shoes don't match your clothes, do they?"

As soon as these words came out, our Queen was like a frightened kitten, her whole body collapsed up and down, her back was a little stiff, and she turned her head to look at Writer Lin with a guilty conscience.How could Her Majesty care so much about her appearance to wear a pair of shoes that didn't match her clothes? !

Lin Zikui is full of complacency now, with an unstoppable smile in his eyes, squinting, cocking his legs leisurely, and by the way, shaking the pair of tasteless pink slippers on his feet, leaning back, with his hands behind his back , Looking up at the embarrassed Boss Fang.

Having said all this, it would be hypocritical to argue again, knowing that Lin Zikui was talking about her stealing high-heeled shoes, she pursed her lips pitifully, and then put on a pair of affectionate eyes, the water rippled, It arouses the pity and affection of wanting to kiss Fangze.

"Ahem...don't lean over, just stand there."

Noticing that Fang Yiai was approaching, she quickly raised her finger and pointed to a corner, coughed twice to stop her.

"...What are you doing, husband~"

"Be serious, now you are forbidden to disturb the audience with such a loud voice."

Sternly taught Fang Yiai a lesson, not caring about the grievances that the beauty was showing all over her body, and said very formally: "Your behavior today is extremely bad, stealing high heels! You can do such an inhuman thing, I If my baby girl doesn't develop well, I will never end with you! Did you hear me?"

"……heard it……"

Standing upright, like a primary school student listening to the teacher, he nodded seriously in response, and also wore a signature pout, and his eyes sent a message of comfort.

After all, he is his beloved wife, and she is still pregnant, so a simple lesson will do, and since he hasn't seen her for several days, Lin Zikui himself is in a panic, so he gets up and walks to Fang Yiai. Beside her, hugging the beauty in her arms, feeling her body temperature, lovingly kissing her on the forehead, and asking in that warm and magnetic voice: "Miss me?"

Hiding in Lin Zikui's arms and nodding her head, Fang Yiai tightly wrapped her arms around Writer Lin's waist, and hummed, "I really want to, we won't quarrel in the future."

"it is good."

"...I...Actually, I went to find Qin Rulan today."

After much deliberation, I still decided to tell Lin Zikui. I thought Lin Zikui would be very angry, but after waiting for a while, I didn't see her reaction. She raised her head from Lin Zikui's arms, looked into her lover's eyes timidly, and thought He tried to find some clues, but only got Writer Lin's sigh.

"Your husband and I are so valuable?! 5000 million is what you want to give. If you really want money and have nowhere to spend it, can't you increase my monthly pocket money?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Zikui's reaction was so calm, and she was still thinking about joking with her. Fang Yiai was deeply moved again, kissed Lin Zikui's face forcefully, and announced domineeringly: "Lin Zikui Aoi, you really love me the most!"

Naturally understand Fang Yiai's painstaking efforts, this woman cherishes her so much and loves her so much, so what if she uses some tricks to maintain this love?Lin Zikui felt that she was so happy, so there was nothing to worry about, she just thought it was unnecessary, her favorite was Fang Yiai, and she couldn't bear to part with this lovely woman, why would she choose someone else?

To Qin Rulan, she felt pity and apology.Love is such an unfair game.That beautiful love with Qin Rulan is impossible to forget completely, she will only cherish her in her memory, thank you very much.

I will always love Fang Yiai in my arms wholeheartedly, and she will love her and their little life that is about to be born.

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The turmoil of the Cold War is over, but Lin Zikui has never told Her Majesty about the recording.Although Fang Yiai felt something was wrong, how did Lin Zikui know that she promised to give 5000 million?One must know that Fang Yi'ai is a proud and incompetent master, always self-appointed, with top-notch abilities and means, Qin Rulan is just a little girl in her eyes, if she knows that she is being tricked by a little girl she despises, it's okay Make yourself sick!

Due to the vigorous efforts of the Fang Group and the secret help of Lin Zikui's own father, the media's coverage of Writer Lin has been greatly reduced. As time goes by, people have gradually forgotten about this matter. As for the other stars, Qin Rulan may have been hit by Fang Yi'ai, and she hasn't recovered yet. She has been quiet recently and has not contacted Lin Zikui again.And our Writer Lin spent a month safely at home, and he was in a very good mood.

Queen Fang's belly also protruded over time, but with Lin Zikui's all-round 360-degree care every day, she lived a life like a fairy.

"husband……"

"Grandma, you can't wear a pair of shoes. The cold starts from your feet. What should you do if you catch a cold?"

Her mother-in-law was talking about Fang Yiai who got up without wearing shoes, Lin Zikui ran over helplessly, hugged the queen in her arms, stepped into the room without saying a word, and carefully put the beauty on the bed. He bent down again to pick up the slippers beside the bed, and carefully put them on the queen's feet.

"Wear more, pregnant women are weak, walk slowly. The belly is getting bigger now, look at your feet when you walk, you know?"

"Understood..." Displeased that Lin Zikui treated her like a three-year-old child, Fang Yiai pouted, reluctantly answering Writer Lin who was possessed by the old woman at this time.But in the blink of an eye, she was fascinated again. Her husband is so considerate and charming, and it's not bad to nag her every day!

"I know, I know, I know! When did you not say that, and when did you do it?"

The other party Yi Ai's answer was very sloppy, and she rolled her eyes, and then turned around and went into the study to continue working.

Fang Yiai, who was behind her, was immediately attached to her body as if possessed by a follower.Lin Zikui was sitting on a chair, struggling hard with the computer on the desk, while Fang Yiai leaned quietly on her body, gently stroking her lover's hair.It made Lin Zikui unable to concentrate on writing at all.

Grabbing the beauty's hand and holding it in his arms, he begged for mercy with a mournful face: "My wife, I'm doing business, you can go play somewhere else, and I'll come out to accompany you later, okay?"

After finishing speaking, he held the queen's hand and kissed the back of her hand twice. The sound of baji baji made Her Majesty the queen smile and narrow her eyes.

He hugged Lin Zikui's neck and sat down in his arms. The distance was very close, and his charming lips always touched Lin Zikui's lips vaguely while talking.The hand stroked and caressed Lin Zikui's neck back and forth.

"It's been four months, and the baby has developed quite well. Don't you always want...to do bad things?"

For the last four words, Her Majesty's lips moved to Lin Zikui's ear, calling to the red earlobe, and murmured, all the scorching breath sprayed on Writer Lin's cochlea, making it numb.

"Uh...hehe...but I...don't really want to..."

"Lin Zikui, you are looking for death! Today you can do whatever you want, and you have to do if you don't want to."

Before the words were finished, Her Majesty the Queen had already started to get enough food and clothing by herself, taking off Writer Lin's coat to her wrist.Then he went directly to untie the belt on Lin Zikui's trousers.

"That, that... Wife, Xiao Ai, calm down, it's broad daylight..."

"Didn't you like prostitution in the daytime?"

"Uh...uh...wait..."

This pregnancy is full of styles, a passionate fairy!

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On one side is the fire of love, and on the other side the atmosphere is tense to the extreme.

Ji Guokang sat on the high-end black sofa in the office with a serious face, besides a few bodyguards, his secretary and a few confidants behind him.

He tore open the kraft paper bag handed over by the secretary, and took out the white paper inside.After reading it carefully, he handed it to the person behind him. With a calm voice, he squeezed his fist resting on his lap and ordered: "Give this paternity test to the paparazzi that day, and you can arrange the next thing!"

Perhaps because of a disturbed conscience, or perhaps because he was too nervous, he unbuttoned his suit, let out a sigh of relief, and spread it on the back of the sofa chair.

Looking up, staring blankly at the ceiling... It took a long time to recover.