Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

A melancholy smile gradually appeared on An Qi's face, "He is the earth and I am the moon. Although I always want to get rid of his shackles, his gravity is too great and I can only be forced to revolve around him. .”

On the stairs, Bodyguard Lu's dark, icy eyes flashed faintly under the light.

This metaphor is quite appropriate.

She could never escape his pull, even if she didn't want to.

Lu Qiao sighed, feeling that she was sad and helpless. Even if she was divorced, she would still be bound and could not remarry freely.

"Fourth brother is not the earth. The earth and the moon are monogamous after all. Fourth brother is the sun. Besides you, there are eight planets and a group of comets and asteroids."

These words made Lu Junyan feel confused, and a row of black crows flew past in front of his eyes.

This ghost girl has no hesitation in finishing her last attack.

An Qi choked. She didn't think Lu Junyan was romantic, she just thought he was fickle and ruthless. When you like it, you hold it in your hands like a priceless treasure; when you don't like it, you throw it away like a piece of shit.

"Actually, it's normal for a man to be too handsome and outstanding to be surrounded by a bunch of women. Mr. Lu is much better than the old Mr. Lu. He's not as romantic as you think. Most of the time he's just playing along."

"Actually, you are really tolerant of your fourth brother. If one day he looks back, will you remarry?" Lu Qiao asked.

"I don't know." An Qi shrugged, "If he really turns around, let him chase me for a few years to show his determination. Man, you won't cherish anything you can get easily."

Lu Qiao chuckled, "Divorce is a temporary pleasure, chasing my wife to the crematorium."

On the stairs, Lu Junyan held his forehead, and in his heart there were ten thousand grass and mud horses whizzing by.

The shock to the soul deepened.

Do you really have to wait until you are thirty before you remarry him?

As he was thinking, Lu Qiao's voice came again: "What about third brother? After third brother gets divorced, he will definitely propose to you. Will you agree?"

An Qi didn't want to answer this question. Lu Haochen would always be her confidant and her only confidant.

"Why are you so gossipy today? Who can predict what will happen in the future? God is not as good as man, and thinking too much will only cause trouble."

Lu Qiao made a face, "I think if the third brother and the fourth brother asked you to reconcile at the same time, you would definitely choose the third brother."

"Why?" An Qi asked.

Lu Qiao said: "Because the third brother is your first love, it was love at first sight. And you said it yourself, you feel more comfortable when you are with the third brother. I also think that the third brother loves you more than the fourth brother. Apart from you and work, he now , but there is no gossip at all, and he almost became a Buddha immediately. The fourth brother's heart is too difficult to understand."

If he really loved his sister-in-law, he would not have divorced her and married Yi Jing.

Bodyguard Lu at the top of the stairs was stabbed into the fatal hole and vomited three liters of blood.

His romance is all a damned illusion, okay?

An Qi smiled faintly, "It's really hard to understand Mr. Lu's thoughts. After all, he is the one in charge. If he is so easy to see through, how can he be in charge of the Lu family? So no matter what kind of woman she is, it's just a joke for him. That’s all, no one can handle him.”

The man on the stairs didn't think so. The only woman in the world who could handle him was her. In front of her, he was obviously transparent and never hid anything. It's just that she doesn't trust him and doesn't want to truly understand him.

After Lu Qiao left, An Qi returned to the room.

Lu Junyan opened the door and walked in, with a gloomy look on his face.

This little girl, Lu Qiao, went too far, and she used all kinds of finishing touches while he was away.

"From now on, when that girl comes to talk to you about gossip, ignore her."

"Are you angry?" An Qi showed a hint of ridicule.

It would be strange for Lu Junyan not to be angry, his brows were furrowed tightly.