Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

"I'm sorry, sister!" He lowered his eyes, feeling sad, "You were sick, why didn't you tell me?"

An Qi stroked his head and said, "I'm not sick, it's just an endocrine disorder. The doctor said that I'm still young and can be treated with medication. If it doesn't work, just have a minor surgery. It's not a big deal."

An Ran's mood did not improve. Compared with his sister, he was too immature.

Eve picked up the cup, took a sip of juice, and glanced at An Qi and Lin Wanshu.

Do they have such a good relationship? An Qi would even tell Lin Wanshu about such a private matter as having uterine fibroids? Could it be that she really thinks of herself as her sister-in-law?

Not far away, Lu Junyan was keenly aware of the anomaly here, and vaguely heard the key words. He held his forehead and pretended he didn't hear anything!

The afternoon was free time. An Ran and Mark Geary went to play real-life CS.

An Qi and Jenny went to the picking garden. They had just picked a few cherry tomatoes when they saw Lin Wanshu coming over and took her to go fishing together.

When she arrived at the fishing area, she discovered that the big boss was here, and Eve was sitting next to him, fishing with him.

Lin Wanshu pulled her and sat on the empty seat on the other side of him.

She was sweating furiously, she was a real tool.

It seems that the Shura scene between the big boss and his three women is going to happen again!

Lu Junyan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his expression slightly gloomy.

She was sweating in her heart and smiled: "Wow, Mr. Lu has caught a lot of fish. He is really a master of fishing."

There are many things to wear, but nothing to flatter you. The best way to relieve the embarrassment is to pat the horse.

But the big boss didn't buy it, his face was expressionless and cold as ice.

A gust of cool water breeze blew, and she shivered. She quickly picked up the fishing rod and started fishing.

It’s better not to speak.

Eve hummed in her heart and turned to Lu Junyan with a smile, "Brother Junyan, tomorrow is Honey's birthday. He misses you so much. You will come to see him, right?"

Lu Junyan nodded slightly.

An Qi discovered that when the big boss faced her, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, but when he turned to Eve, the spring breeze felt warm.

She is worthy of being Xiaobai Yueguang, who is loved by thousands of people.

She leaned forward slightly and whispered in Lin Wanshu's ear: "Who is Hani?"

Lin Wanshu was bulging her cheeks and was extremely angry, "A broken horse was given to Yi Jing by Junyan. After she died, Eve raised her."

"Oh." An Qi pouted, Honey=honey, even the horse's name carries the sour taste of love, they are really a sweet couple.

"Eve wants to replace Yi Jing, and the big boss also regards her as Yi Jing's replacement, so... you know."

Her voice was low, controlled within the range of two people, and every word pierced Lin Wanshu's heart.

"Don't look at how proud she is now. When Yi Jing was alive, she was very depressed and was suppressed by Yi Jing everywhere. In fact, in her heart, she wished that Yi Jing died, otherwise she would always live in her shadow. "

An Qi picked up the bottle next to her and took a sip of water.

In her opinion, Eve still lives in Yi Jing's shadow, because in Lu Junyan's heart, she is just Yi Jing's replacement.

"Ms. Lin, you are the main palace. You cannot be defeated just because of a trivial matter. You still have to show the momentum of the main palace."

"It makes sense!" Lin Wanshu suddenly felt as if she had been given a beating, and raised her head high, "Junyan, my mother and aunt have made an appointment tomorrow to go to Nanhu to enjoy chrysanthemums, and we can't do without you."

Lu Junyan remained indifferent and silent, and the gloominess in his eyes gradually deepened.

The scheming doll and Lin Wanshu murmured for a long time, are they being dog-headed military advisors?

Not getting a response, Lin Wanshu was extremely frustrated, her eyes were red, and she was about to cry.

An Qi quickly patted her shoulder and comforted her: "If Mr. Lu doesn't speak, he must have agreed."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a cold voice: "Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"