Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

Lu Junyan's deep black ice eyes flashed faintly under the light, looking extremely sharp and deep.

"I have already sent people to investigate secretly. My aunt only gave birth to one son, not twins."

"Medical records can be changed. All you have to do is bribe the doctors and nurses who delivered the baby. They will lie that you only gave birth to one child, then take the other one away and hide it without anyone noticing. When I gave birth to my child, didn't the doctor He lied that the child had died and secretly took the child away.”

Lu Junyan flicked her forehead, "Do you think my people are so stupid that they only check medical records?"

"A wise man thinks a lot, and he will make a mistake."

She pursed her lips, thought for a while, and whispered, "If Shangguan Xiaozhen doesn't have a twin brother, could it be that your aunt secretly adopted a child? I have read a martial arts novel in which the male protagonist has been raped by his mother since he was a child. Instilling the idea of ​​hatred, I only do one thing in my life, which is to avenge my father. But later I found out that he was not my biological child, but was just used as a substitute for revenge."

She said, then changed her tone, "But Xiaotian said that his brother looks exactly like him. If he was adopted, it is impossible for him to look the same."

She seemed to be talking to herself.

Lu Junyan held his forehead, sweating slightly.

I admire her unique brain circuitry.

However, her considerations are not unreasonable.

If there is a problem, investigate it.

"I will ask the people over there to check carefully. Don't put yourself in danger anymore and be obedient."

"I know." An Qi wrinkled her nose.

Deep down in her heart, she really didn't want Shangguan Xiaotian to have anything to do with the AK organization. She hoped that he was just an innocent big kid.

Seeing that it was getting late, she stood up to leave, but his iron arm stretched out and stopped her slender waist.

"Stay with me for a while before leaving."

Accompany...accompany what?

Is the sperm in your brain again?

"It's broad daylight, can you be more reserved?"

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, for at least three days." He put his head on her shoulder, sucking in her charming fragrance. He would feel uncomfortable if he couldn't see her for a day.

"that……"

An Qi wanted to say something else, but his mouth was blocked by him.

He picked her up and put her on the desk...

a few hours later.

The man stood up satiated and got dressed.

Feel free to relax and make him happy both physically and mentally.

An Qi lay on the sofa, her back hurt a little, and the desk was too hard.

The stinky man not only likes to change positions, but also likes to change places, tossing her to the death.

Every time I see him alone, I feel like a sheep has fallen into a tiger's mouth.

She got dressed and was about to go out when her secretary called and Yi Jing came.

Recently, she has been taking care of her pregnancy at home and does not go out often.

"Lu Junyan" would often visit her at night, which made her feel at ease a lot.

An Qi's heart sank slightly, and she walked out calmly.

When Yi Jing saw her, her face instantly darkened.

"Ms. An, I hope you meet my husband to discuss business matters, not private matters."

She deliberately emphasized the word husband.

An Qi's expression was calm and her tone was calm. The person she least wanted to see in the world was Yi Jing.

"Both personal matters and business matters are decided by Mr. Lu. How can I have the initiative? If you have any opinions, just go and mention them to Mr. Lu."

Yi Jing hummed: "I know what you are thinking. You still want to remarry Junyan, but I advise you to give up this idea sooner or later. In this life, you will never have the chance to remarry. Junyan's wife's position will always be mine."

Her words were like a sharp blade, piercing into An Qi's Achilles' heel.

Lu Junyan promised her that he would come back, but can he really come back?

Who knows what might happen?