Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

The low voice blew into her ears like a gust of cold wind, making her tremble and almost jump out of her chair.

"Lu...Mr. Lu, when did you come?"

He looks tall and powerful, but why does he make no sound when he walks? He looks like... a ghost!

Lu Junyan stretched out his big hand and covered her head, "The painting is good."

He is very imaginative, and all his cleverness is focused on dreaming.

An Qi took it as a compliment. After all, she came from the No. 1 art academy in the country, otherwise she would not have been admitted by personnel.

"Mr. Lu, it's so late, why did you come here?"

Lu Junyan poured a glass of water.

He always likes to be alone. After work, he returns to the villa to enjoy the silence alone.

Today, I suddenly felt a little bored. I drove my car outside and ended up here before I knew it.

He took a sip of water and kept his expression cold, "I have my own place. You can come whenever you want."

what the hell!

An Qi was speechless. She was a living person after all, not just air. His coming in and out so casually had a great influence on her.

"Then you are free."

She turned around and continued drawing, drawing a little bunny.

Lu Junyan frowned slightly, what kind of ghost rabbit is this? It also has a mechanical leg. Is it intruding?

"Why does the rabbit have a mechanical leg?"

"I...painted whatever I wanted. Artists are free to draw whatever comes to mind." An Qi stuck out her tongue.

"Oh?" Lu Junyan raised his thick eyebrows slightly, "Is this man and woman also just imagining things randomly?"

"Um...yes!" An Qi nodded quickly, feeling a little nervous in her heart, as if she was about to be discovered as a thief.

Lu Junyan put down the water glass, stood up, walked to her step by step, raised his hand and touched his chin, "Why do I feel that the man's back looks familiar?"

An Qi's heart skipped a beat and jumped into her throat. The brush in her hand trembled slightly and she drew a disharmonious line on the paper.

Eyes so poisonous?

Can you recognize this?

"I just drew it on a whim. The characters are not important, but the artistic conception is important."

The corners of Lu Junyan's lips raised an evil arc.

He had already seen her guilty reaction, and wanted to see how she was going to make it up.

"Why don't I see any artistic conception, only some unrealistic fantasies?"

There was an obvious hint of ridicule in his tone, why couldn't An Qi hear it? I have long been used to being ridiculed by him.

"Boss, I am a designer. If there is no fantasy, where will the creativity come from?"

Anyway, no matter how whimsical and random she is, she will never have the slightest connection with him unless she wants to make ice sculptures.

Lu Junyan clasped the tip of her chin, and his handsome face slowly covered it, almost touching hers, "Thinking too much will cause neurasthenia, so stop in moderation."

His breath was full of mellow hormonal factors, constantly surrounding her lips, as if he was kissing indirectly, making her almost forget to breathe for a moment.

Her body felt soft, and she unconsciously fell a step back. An iron arm stretched out like lightning and wrapped around her slender waist.

"You're good at taking chances."

The man's eyes fell on her open neckline, and the turbulent waves made his throat suddenly feel hot.

He was sure that she did it on purpose.

She had done this little trick several times.

But he still gets mad, like he's lost his immunity.

An Qi's cheeks turned slightly red, and she quickly grabbed the collar of her skirt to prevent it from slipping, "I... need to go to bed. Pregnant women can't stay up late."

Run away after teasing, play hard to get?

The heat is really good.

He was a little annoyed because of her cunning and his own lack of control.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before. There's no need to cover it up. I'm not interested in a severely stunted type like you stripping naked."