I'm pregnant with the richest man's heir due to the birth control pill

When Tang Junyao woke up again, it was already 9:, and the seat next to her was already empty.

She reached out and subconsciously touched the area next to her. There was no trace of warmth on the sheets. She must have been up for a long time.

Not only Ji Hancheng is gone, but also Xiaoyouzi.

If the stars on her body hadn't reminded her of what happened last night, she would most likely have thought it was a dream.

The memories of last night came flooding back. Every move and every word seemed to be playing in front of my eyes. My ears felt slightly warm and my throat was a little tight. When it came to the last moment last night, I remembered Ji Hancheng said, stay until Yixin. garden.

What does Yixinyuan have?

While I was lost in thought, I kept staring blankly at a certain point on the curtain, and I saw something strange.

The man had been standing by the bed for a while and she didn't notice it. He strode to the bed and sat down. He raised his lips and asked, "What are you thinking about so early in the morning?"

The slight vibration of the bed made her retract her thoughts. She turned to look lazily at the man beside the bed who was looking down at her, and asked, "What time did you get up?"

Seeing that she had come to her senses, he slowly leaned forward and pushed the broken hair on her cheek to both sides with his left hand, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Do you still want to eat sugar-free rice cakes?"

She shook her head and continued, "You haven't answered my question yet?"

Ji Hancheng curled his lips and said, "I'll get up when you fall asleep. My son needs to get up to pee."

So I got up to help my son pee.

"Okay, then you can call the front desk for me and prepare some salty breakfast for me."

Then he immediately added, "What did Lele eat?"

Ji Hancheng kissed her tenderly on the corner of her lips, touched her fingertips, and stood up with a low smile, "Chicken shredded porridge."

Tang Junyao: "I thought you let him eat tube bone porridge again?"

Ji Hancheng stood beside the bed and smiled, "I am your biological father, not your stepfather."

Tang Junyao nodded in agreement, not knowing whether she agreed with his words or his actions.

He raised his feet to leave, "I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."

She hurriedly stretched out a hand from the quilt to stop her, "Just call me. I can just eat whatever I want. It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

She is really not that particular about her diet, but people are like this. Once someone pampers her, she will subtly want to be a little woman, and she also wants to use a woman's authority occasionally.

She might be now.

Her attention was on the man, completely unaware that the red marks on her neck were nakedly exposed to the air. Ji Hancheng looked at his masterpiece last night, his lower abdomen tightened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unnaturally, avoiding his gaze and sinking. He said in a loud voice: "It's okay, I'll go take a look and wake up by the way. My son is in the living room."

Sober up?

When he took his hand back, he realized that he was exposed and embarrassed for a few seconds. This man was too unsure.

This hasn't leaked yet?

Not long after, Ji Hancheng came back with breakfast. Just as Tang Junyao had finished washing and was about to walk out of the room, she bumped into the man.

He quickly reached out and clasped her waist, and asked softly: "Where are you hugging me so early in the morning? Are you trying to thank me for bringing you breakfast?"

She pushed him gently and glanced towards the living room, "Don't make trouble, my son is here."

I thought he would let go immediately after saying this, but it didn't happen. Instead, he tightened his grip even tighter, "You know nothing about a little kid. Xu Mingkai has to write everything for you. He doesn't know how to do serious things. He's a bunch of little tricksters."

Tang Junyao felt that her son was really pitiful and couldn't bear to remind her, "Brother, your son is less than 2 years old. Please think about him with normal thinking."

She really thought his son was a genius, but as for what he said about letting Xu Mingkai write the lie, she was speechless.

When he was dazed, his lips were lightly pecked. The two looked at each other, and you could see the joy and affection in his eyes, "I won't bother you anymore, go and eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold. "

When I arrived at the restaurant, I was stunned when I saw the multigrain pancakes on the table that I hadn't eaten for a long time. I couldn't hide the expression on my face. I raised my eyes and asked in confusion, "Are you going to line up to buy pancakes?"

There shouldn't be multi-grain pancakes in the Tihao Hotel. These are only available from small vendors. She used to stop when she was at work and buy a pancake and a cup of soy milk from the roadside stall in the hospital, which was a delicious breakfast.

Ji Hancheng leaned against the door frame, smiling, "Eat quickly, I asked the chef to make it."

I felt warm in my heart all morning and chuckled, "It's really difficult to be a chef in Dihao. You have to be in Class 18 Wuyi to do everything. How do you know I like to eat this?"

Ji Hancheng did not reveal anything, but simply said: "I have seen that only those who are able survive, and only those who have perfect skills can be a chef in Tihao. Do you think everyone can get in?"

Tang Junyao did not refute this statement. There was nothing wrong with this statement. To survive in this society, you indeed need a variety of skills.

The more ordinary people are, the more things they know, the more skills they have, the more skills they need to not overwhelm themselves, but to be able to rely on them.

Tang Junyao took a mouthful of multigrain pancakes, which tasted very good and authentic. She took another mouthful of soy milk. It was delicious. The man leaned on the door frame and watched. Little Yuzi suddenly ran over and said, "Mom."

Tang Junyao lowered her gaze and looked at her son in a low voice, "This is not something you can eat. You can't bite it."

With a hint of displeasure, Little Yuzi's father asked him to drink porridge again, "Porridge."

Hearing this, Tang Junyao raised her eyes and glanced at the still leisurely man, "Your son is protesting to you for giving him porridge."

Ji Hancheng didn't feel anything was wrong and responded, "You don't have all your teeth, what else do you want to eat?"

Tang Junyao glanced at the poor little grapefruit in her arms, raised her eyes again and said seriously: "Children are just like that. They have a desire to explore and are curious. They may think that the food eaten by adults is particularly delicious."

When Ji Hancheng couldn't answer the question, he said, "Well, I also want to try it again, please remember to give it."

Tang Junyao: He suspected that he was driving again.

Seeing that she was serious, Ji Hancheng touched his nose and smiled, "Well, I won't give him porridge tomorrow."

She said seriously again, "Don't force him to write. How old is he? His childhood is not long. I hope Lele has a happy childhood."

She raised her head with a serious expression, so serious that Ji Hancheng was at a loss for a moment. He walked over and hugged the little grapefruit in her arms, "I understand, I listen to you, hurry up and eat it."

Tang Junyao thinks that life is actually very short, and it is nothing more than three stages: childhood, youth, and old age.

The time at each stage is long or short. She cannot guarantee that Lele can participate in all stages and give him happiness, but she wants to give him a happy childhood when she can participate.

She couldn't guarantee the future.

Looking at the two father and son building blocks together in the living room, what he said last night suddenly came to her mind, "I'm already changing it."

Yes, he is already changing it, working very hard on it, she can see it.

On the other side, Su Xue was hugged tightly by Lu Jinnan and apologized.

After saying sorry a hundred times in the morning, Su Xue had actually forgiven him for his stupid behavior last night.

"Auntie, don't be angry. I was really wrong. I promise to satisfy you next time."

Su Xue was shy and blushed, "There will be another time for the beauty you want."

Lu Jinnan was cheeky and knew that Su Xue was not very angry anymore. He chuckled and kissed her lips with a loud chirp, "If you want to know how to be strong, you have to get up from where you fall."

Then he added, "Next time I'll let you try what a protracted war is. We don't need that crap, and we're not in Tis. I suspect that those little transparent ones Han Yue bought were all cheap."

Su Xue looked at the man who was upright and shameful, Young Master Han, and laughed. She raised her head and refused to admit defeat. She had the courage to talk to Lu Jinnan about lewd topics, "Don't lose your temper halfway, and don't talk too much."

Lu Jinnan pulled Su Xue into his arms and warned harshly, "Don't beg for mercy then."

Su Xue stretched out her hand and hugged him back, put away the smile on her face, and said in a low voice: "Are you going to my dad's birthday next month?"

Lu Jinnan stepped back and looked at Su Xue with his eyes lowered, with a look of anticipation on his face, "I can go now if you want. The worst I can do is a beating. I promise not to fight back or scold you."

Su Xue: "Then I will tell my father about our affairs in a few days."

"Okay, what kind of gift does our dad like, so I can prepare it in advance?"

Su Xue pretended to mumble, "We're not married yet. He's my dad, not your dad."

Lu Jinnan: "In the morning and in the evening, practice in advance. The more you call, the more you will become more fluent, so as not to call me wrong later."

Su Xue stretched out her hand and pinched Lu Jinnan's waist. He stepped back and pressed Little Strawberry's leg behind him. Su Xue scolded him, "Be careful, Yueyue is very behind you."

"I was wrong, I'll slow down and give you a good morning kiss first."

After saying that, a long and deep kiss fell on Su Xue's lips, lingering and pathos.

The waves are blooming, singing wantonly on the sea.

Just like Amelia Su's mood at this moment.