Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

"You obviously know..." He suddenly stopped and did not say the next words, but sighed helplessly.

She had obviously told her the truth, but the thorn in her heart didn't seem to be removed.

An Qi stirred the sand under her feet, and her voice came slowly: "You are always like this, you make your own decisions on everything, and you never discuss it with me. As your wife, don't I have the right to know if you divorce me? ?”

Lu Junyan put his arm around her shoulders, "When I think of you jumping off the mast with a bomb four years ago, I get scared. If I tell you the truth, can you promise not to do anything impulsive?"

An Qi couldn't. She would rather die with Yi Jing than to threaten him.

But she didn't say that, instead she changed into a relaxed tone.

"I can. It's better to live than to die. I'm living well, so I don't want to die. It's quite cost-effective to trade you for the antidote."

She was obviously teasing, but these words sounded a bit harsh to Lu Junyan, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Indeed, in your heart, I am a dispensable person. If I leave, you will be happier."

A shadow of pain filled his dark, icy eyes.

An Qi saw it keenly, her heart twitched slightly, and she subconsciously raised her hands to wrap around his neck.

"You are the father of my child and my husband, how can you be dispensable?"

His dim eyes lit up slightly, "Then am I important?"

She smiled mischievously, "It's important. With you, I can enjoy the glory and wealth, and look down on the world. How wonderful."

Lu Junyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, it's better to be useful than useless."

An Qi gently pinched his handsome cheek, "You have to think about it carefully. If you really get remarried, don't expect to let me down. I am a petty person who will retaliate, and I am also jealous and vengeful. Vengeance must be retaliated, and if you dare to be sorry to me, you will be in trouble."

A narrow smile appeared at the corner of Lu Junyan's lips, "So you have so many shortcomings, why didn't I notice them before?"

She pursed her lips, "It's not too late to find out now. Anyway, we haven't remarried yet. You can think about it again."

He bowed his head and pecked her lips, "I don't want to think about it. I have decided on you. This life must be yours."

She smiled lightly and said, "I hope you can still say that in twenty years."

He gently clasped the tip of her chin and looked at her solemnly, "Not just twenty years later, but thirty, forty, fifty years later, I will still say this. I chose it myself. Woman, how could you be wrong?”

An Qi found that this guy was getting better and better at coaxing people with sweet words. His mouth felt like it was covered with honey. He used to talk coldly and never uttered a few beautiful words.

"When did you learn to talk sweetly?"

He pinched the tip of her nose and said, "I'm just telling the truth. Where did the sweet words come from? If you like to hear them, I can also learn them and tell them to you alone."

She glanced at him coquettishly and said, "I don't like people who only talk. What I care about is practical actions. I am a pragmatic person."

"I know." He hugged her slender waist, "Isn't it the biggest practical action for me to give myself to you?"

She smiled and said, "Mr. Lu is indeed very practical. He is handsome, has the best looks, is rich and powerful, and I must have saved the galaxy in my previous life to win President Lu's favor."

His thin lips formed a charming smile, and what finally came out of this small mouth was not bullets but ivory.

"If you can talk, talk more."

She pouted, "If you talk too much, it becomes industrial saccharine. It's boring."

He smiled evilly, "As long as it's sweet, I like it."