Pregnant with the president's cub after escaping marriage

"What's the matter?" Song Yunyun's heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Yaojing picked up some food for her and put it in her bowl, "I need to go on a business trip, and it will take a little longer."

"How long?" Song Yunyun asked.

"Half a month." Jiang Yaojing looked at her, "I have asked Chen Yue to find a servant, and he will come over tomorrow..."

"Don't worry about it."

Song Yunyun looked at Han Xin, and finally his eyes fell on Jiang Yaojing, "I resigned, and I will take care of my family."

Jiang Yaojing's expression froze a little, and then stared at her deeply.

Without waiting for Jiang Yaojing to say anything, she said first, "I think there is too little company for my children, and I want to return to my family."

She always knew in her heart that Jiang Yaojing was accommodating her.

A lot of work is done online.

It took so long this time, there must be a backlog of things, and he had to go through.

"I can't help you at work. From now on, I will take good care of my family so that you don't have to worry about the future."

Jiang Yaojing gently lowered his eyes.

But said nothing.

She knew in her heart that she had sacrificed her career.

Song Yunyun actually doesn't feel regretful now.

In a family, there must always be one person, the Gu family.

Han Xin also supported Song Yunyun to go to work before.

Now she has made this decision.

She still supports it.

Such a big family.

Both she and Jiang Yaojing left early and returned late.

Home also lacks the warmth of home.

She patted her daughter on the shoulder, "From now on, Shuangshuang will be handed over to you."

After all, Song Yunyun is the mother.

She has been absent from Shuangshuang's infancy, so don't even miss Xiaobao's. Although she looks at Xiaobao every day, she doesn't bring her own.

Song Yunyun nodded, "Thank you, Mom, for your hard work."

It wasn't Han Xin, she couldn't go to work at all.

Taking care of Shuangshuang and Xiaobao, such a small child, must be very hard.

She knew it in her heart.

Be grateful.

night.

Jiang Yaojing hugged her.

Song Yunyun asked him, "If you don't see me for half a month, will you miss me?"

Jiang Yaojing hummed lightly.

Song Yunyun turned around and tiptoed to hook his neck, whispering in his ear, "I don't believe it."

Jiang Yaojing hugged her slender waist, "Then how do you want me to prove it?"

"Hmm..." Song Yunyun thought deeply.

Before she could think about it, Jiang Yaojing picked her up by the waist and put her on the bed.

Her body sank into the soft quilt.

He kissed her lips while unbuttoning her pajamas.

The shoulder straps slipped off, and she felt a little cold.

Immediately afterwards, his strong body and warm body temperature covered him.

His hands seemed to have magical powers, and the places he walked caused tremors.

She gasped slightly.

"Will you miss me?" Jiang Yaojing leaned into her ear.

His slender fingers with distinct bone rings caressed her legs.

The fingertips are full, soft, and warm, moving upstream.

Song Yunyun tilted her head, buried her face in the crescent of his neck, and said very softly, "Yeah."

Clothes are all down, lingering.

&nbbsp;At the last moment, Jiang Yaojing suddenly stopped and looked down at her, "Will it hurt you?"

Song Yunyun opened his eyes and saw the intense redness in his eyes, but he was still forcibly restraining himself.

Her mind was confused for a moment.

It was only gradually that he gradually understood what he meant.

Either way, she was considered a miscarriage.

He was afraid of hurting her body.

Song Yunyun also woke up.

She just fell in love and forgot about it.

It was the same as a miscarriage, only too short-lived.

In fact, even a miscarriage.

Rest is also needed.

She touched his face, "Yeah."

Her black hair, like seaweed, spread out, and her delicate face was nestled in it, and her cheeks were flushed.

The lips are pink, and the blurred color in the eyes has not completely dissipated. 【1】【6】【6】【Small】【Say】

Her appearance is so alluring.

It makes people think about it.

Jiang Yaojing's Adam's apple rolled up and down.