Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

A flash of fire flashed from Lu Junyan's eyes, but he did not get angry, but put on a mocking look, "Jealous?"

She made a face, "I don't like you, why are you jealous?"

Every word was like a sharp thorn piercing Lu Junyan's heart, making him extremely unhappy and angry.

"You are not qualified."

She laughed at herself, "I know, so I won't be stupid enough to like you and bring trouble to myself."

"Really self-aware."

He seemed to be praising her, but his face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes were as if they were quenched with ice, threatening to freeze her to death.

She shivered excitedly and hurriedly changed her tone, "However, I respect you very much, because you are my boss and my bread and butter."

Lu Junyan was furious.

He was clearly being used as a cash machine.

He sat on the sofa, and a cold air continued to emanate from his body, making the whole room feel chilly.

An Qi quickly picked up her coat and put it on her body to keep out the cold.

Although she was holding a paintbrush, she was no longer interested in painting, and was looking at it casually.

Lu Junyan stared at her back darkly. For a moment, he had an impulse to take possession of her.

This impulse startled him.

This is not the first time. Every time I see her, my possessiveness becomes extremely strong inexplicably. I want to include her in my private sphere and not allow anyone to covet her.

Maybe it's because of that piece of paper. Legally, she does belong to him!

He peeled an orange and put it in his mouth one by one.

However, this thing does not reduce the fire, but increases it.

After eating, the fire becomes even greater.

An Qi glanced at him secretly.

I ate another orange.

Is this also called not liking to eat?

Alas, fickle man!

She put down her brush and stood up.

Lu Junyan glanced at her, "No more drawing?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

"Come here." He leaned on the sofa, like an emperor calling his concubine.

She subconsciously took a step forward, "What?"

"Do prenatal education."

He stretched out his iron arms, hugged her waist, and gently pulled her back, and she fell into his arms.

His big hand covered her swollen belly and rubbed it gently.

Her back stiffened, and every time she got too "close" to him, her cheeks would turn red, her heartbeat would speed up, and her breathing would be disordered, as if... she was bewitched by his beauty.

The child seemed to feel his father's presence and moved slightly.

His dark, icy eyes suddenly lit up, "Did you move just now?"

"Well, they should be able to feel it when you touch your belly." She put her hand on top of his palm.

It is said that his IQ is off the charts and he was admitted to Harvard at the age of fourteen. It is estimated that his children have inherited his good genes and are more sensitive to the outside world than ordinary people.

The corner of his mouth raised a charming arc, as if a deep pool frozen for thousands of years was melted in an instant, creating ripples.

An Qi was a little distracted. When he was not cold and cold, she couldn't help but have the illusion that they were really a young couple, looking forward to the birth of a new life together.

Just then, Aunt Lan knocked on the door.

She quickly stood up from his lap.

Aunt Lan brought several books.

"Master, Xiaoqi, this is a bedtime prenatal education story. You can tell it to your children before going to bed, so that they will sleep peacefully in their mother's belly and not make noises in the middle of the night."

An Qi sweated slightly, Aunt Lan was clearly doing this to make Lu Junyan stay at night.

But she really doesn’t want to!

After Aunt Lan left, Lu Junyan flipped through these books.

The first three books are all about prenatal education, and the last one is actually a "Guide to Sexual Intercourse During Pregnancy", with a row of big words below: "A Guide to Postures during Pregnancy" is included in the text.

An Qi glanced at the side and almost fainted.

"Aunt Lan... I must have bought the wrong thing. This is... no need to look at it."