Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

"I hope you won't be as jerk as Mr. Lu."

An Qi curled her lips.

Mr. Lao Lu can be called the best among men. Not only is he flirtatious, but he is also ruthless to his wife. It took eighteen lifetimes of bad luck for the old lady to marry such a man.

Lu Junyan stretched out his arms and hugged her shoulders, "Don't worry, I didn't inherit his genes. Lu Haochen did inherit a lot. He is the person in the family who looks most like the old man."

An Qi glanced at him sideways, pretending to be angry, "Haochen just looks similar, but his personality is not the same. I think it is your eldest brother who has truly inherited the old man's romantic gene!"

Lu Junyan showed a strange smile and did not answer, seeming to acquiesce to her words.

While the two were talking, they heard a delicate voice coming from behind, "Honey, I'm here."

Lu Junyan turned around in surprise and saw Yi Jing being carried up the mountain by several bearers.

Money can make all the difference, and as long as she is willing to spend the money, there is nothing she can't do.

He frowned, his good mood completely ruined.

He also plans to go camping with An Qi.

What a plague.

An Qi really admires her stickiness, and 502 is willing to be the weakest in front of her.

She seriously doubted whether Lu Junyan would really be able to successfully divorce and get rid of her in two months.

Judging from the current situation, it's quite embarrassing.

She trotted away from Lu Junyan and followed Xiao Songguo and Shangguan Xiaotian in front.

Lu Junyan's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he cut out Yi Jing's face with a sharp knife, and walked straight up, not wanting to pay attention to Yi Jing.

The frustration in Yi Jing's heart kept rising like waves, "Hurry up and follow my husband."

She wanted to be inseparable from Lu Junyan and never give An Qi, a bitch, a chance to take advantage of her.

A bearer said: "Madam, you and your husband don't seem to have a good relationship. He ignores you."

Three black lines appeared on Yi Jing's face, "Nonsense, we are fine."

"I think your husband has second thoughts. He must be having an affair with the beautiful woman in front of him." The bearer said with a gossipy expression on his face.

Yi Jing hummed: "That's his ex-wife, she divorced her because she didn't like her."

"Such a beautiful ex-wife, if it were me, I wouldn't divorce her even if I were to kill her." A bearer said.

Yi Jing rolled her eyes at him angrily, "Can she compete with me? I'm the most beautiful woman in Dragon City. I don't wear makeup because I'm pregnant. If I put on makeup, she won't even be able to carry my shoes."

That’s not what the bearer thought. The beautiful woman in front didn’t wear makeup either. It can't be compared to her without makeup, and even more so with makeup.

"It's hard for us poor people to have just one wife. Rich men all have three wives and four concubines, all of them beautiful women."

Yi Jing said: "My husband only loves me, other women are just for fun. He doesn't like it."

"Madam, there are no men in this world who don't take care of themselves. It's just that poor people don't have the ability to take care of themselves. There is no rich man who doesn't play with women behind his back. I've never seen an honest one." said the bearer.

Yi Jing was hit hard, and her heart felt overwhelming.

"My husband is the pride of heaven. How can ordinary rich people compare with him? We were in love for the first time, and we separated because of an accident. When he married me for divorce, he wasted a lot of effort and fell out with the entire family. He truly loves me."

The bearer didn't notice it at all. He clearly had lingering feelings for his ex-wife.

In front, Lu Junyan took out water and handed it to An Qi.

"Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"

An Qi just wanted to get to the top of the mountain as quickly as possible, as far away from Yi Jing as possible.

Little Pinecone was a little tired and began to pant. After all, he was a three-and-a-half-year-old child.

When An Qi saw this, she stopped, took her son to sit on a rock, and handed him the water.

Shangguan Xiaotian sighed, "Sister Angel, the bad woman is here. Isn't there... no way for us to have fun?"