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

After sending Xixi away, everyone went back to their homes to find their mothers.

Xu Mingkai drove quietly in front, always reducing his sense of presence. He raised the fender as soon as he got in the car, showing that I was an invisible person.

In the back seat, Little Youzi sat on Ji Hancheng's lap, playing with the Rubik's Cube and twisting it. Ji Hancheng watched his son play quietly.

After waiting for a while, he still didn't see his son twisting the last red square. He took the Rubik's Cube and slowly turned the last red square in front of Little Yuzi's eyes. The faces were all the same color in an instant. .

Little Youzi turned around with admiring eyes, and imitated Su Xue and Guoguo and gave Ji Hancheng a thumbs up, "Great."

Tang Junyao looked at her son's cute appearance and laughed out loud, "Lele is complimenting you, can't you politely say thank you?"

Ji Hancheng's eyes were deep and he looked at her side by side. This was what he deserved, and asked: "Shouldn't I be worshiped?"

Tang Junyao was speechless, "How old are you, how old is he? He is still a child and doesn't understand many things. You need to set an example and tell him to respond politely to others."

Tang Junyao didn't want his son to be as cold as him. It would be impolite for him to reply every ten words he said.

After a few seconds of silence and looking at his son's expectant eyes, he finally uttered words of thanks, "Thank you for your thumbs up."

Hearing this, Little Yuzi smiled happily, not to mention how happy she was. She kept waving her little hands, meaning that you were welcome, "You're welcome."

Ji Hancheng's face turned dark. The brat was so polite at such a young age.

Little Youzi acted as if nothing had happened and happily continued to sit back on Ji Hancheng's lap, quietly studying the Rubik's Cube in her hands without disturbing her parents' conversation.

Suddenly, Tang Junyao thought of Xixi crying very sadly in the morning. She was still a little worried and felt sorry for Xixi. She felt that Han Yue had hurt Xixi. She understood the reason why Xixi kept looking at her phone in the end. Han Yue was obviously there. At the airport, Xixi was still staring at her phone, waiting for the final result, the result of giving up.

After thinking again and again, she took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Xixi, "Xixi, send a message to my sister when you get home, and be a happy little princess."

From Ji Hancheng's point of view, he could just see the content of the message. Who knows that someone's eyesight is so good? There is no way.

A man's deep voice sounded in his ear, "Send a message to Xixi."

Asking knowingly.

Tang Junyao knew that he had seen it, but did not reveal it. She asked doubtfully: "I think Han Yue has feelings for Xixi, but I also feel that he is keeping a distance. Is there any concern in this behavior of neither rejecting nor agreeing?" ?”

What is Han Yue worried about, age, family, distance? Or something else?

That shouldn't be right. With Han Yue's temperament, he shouldn't be bound by this.

I went through all the questions I could think of in my mind, but I still couldn't find a clear answer.

Suddenly his forehead was lightly flicked, and he came back to his senses. He looked up and stared at the smiling man beside him, "What are you doing?"

She reached out and touched the bullet-hit forehead, and glared at him again, confused.

Ji Hancheng curled his lips slightly and said, "I've been thinking about it for so long and still haven't come up with the answer. Why did I die with so many brain cells? Wouldn't it be easier to ask me directly?"

Tang Junyao bumped the man approaching with her elbow and said dissatisfied: "Since you know that I am curious, you can't tell me directly and have to wait for me to ask. Aren't you able to read people's emotions? Or are you deliberately trying to kill my brain cells?"

This was the first time the two of them had quarreled in such a long time together, not to mention that it was much more enjoyable than Nuwai. There was no need to blush, no heartbeat, and no need for quick-acting heart-saving pills.

Ji Hancheng sneered, "Next second, are you going to come up with a lesson about husband taming? If you can't guess your wife's thoughts, you'll win 100 times, and if you kill your wife's brain cells, you'll lose 100 more."

Tang Junyao turned to face the retreating scenery and suppressed a smile. She smiled for a while before turning back, "I really doubt you watched some messy costume drama, but your suggestion is still good and can be taken into consideration."

Ji Hancheng answered quickly, "Yes, but only my wife can do this, huh?"

Tang Junyao: I can't believe that this guy has so much foreshadowing and is waiting for her here.

She crossed her arms, her posture high and proud, and said, "It depends on your performance, I will think about it again."

The next second the man became unserious, "Are you not satisfied with my performance in the past few times, or do you think the time is too short?"

Damn, is this the performance she was talking about? Is it this? Is it this one?

As expected, there is no way to talk about the serious topic of performance with people who are full of crap.

At this moment, Yugong needs to move it.

Tang Junyao gave Ji Hancheng a look that you can understand, and asked Ji Hancheng to interpret it himself, and then ignored him.

He was very happy. This kind of topic that he understood instantly made Yaoyao feel frustrated and in a good mood. He stretched out a hand to play with her neck, but was knocked away by Tang Junyao's shoulder.

He grabbed her neck and led her to him again, "Go back and ride with you, climb up, and bungee jump, okay?"

The car arrived at Yixinyuan.

Xu Mingkai wisely took down the suitcase. As soon as he put the suitcase on the ground, he received an unkind look. Xu Mingkai was at a loss.

What do you mean?

A big question mark spinning above your head?

Xu Mingkai seemed to have been tapped by this unkind sight. He remained in this position motionless, his body bent, and his hands still resting on the luggage handle.

He raised his head, expecting Master Ji to give him an instruction so that he could stand up.

In the last few seconds, the man gave instructions and raised the trunk with his chin. Xu Mingkai understood instantly, straightened up immediately, hurriedly stuffed the suitcase on the ground back into the trunk, and closed the door quietly.

Xu Mingkai: Don’t you just want to kidnap the young mistress to your home? It would be strange if the young mistress didn’t scold you to death when she found out about your specially decorated things, you scheming man.

Seeing that Xu Mingkai was still alive and the suitcase had been put back, his expression softened, as if nothing had happened. He walked to the back seat and opened the back seat door for Tang Junyao, "Let's go, you follow."

Xu Mingkai: What's the point of taking me with you when you go to the young mistress's house?

In fact, it was Ji Hancheng who felt comfortable bringing an extra man. After all, he went in alone and there were three women inside, so he felt uncomfortable being a man.

Everything he does seems abrupt and obvious.

Several people took the elevator to the 25th floor, where they had not returned for several days, and entered the password to open the door.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she felt strange. It was clean, quiet, and there was no sound at all. It didn't look like someone was living there at all. Tang Junyao felt a little panicked. She obviously said she was fine here when she called her godmother.

Her heart was in her throat, fearing that something would happen to her godmother again.

Ji Hancheng saw the tension, worry and fear on her face, so he walked towards her with little Yuzi in his arms and comforted her, "Don't worry, call first, maybe he's gone out."

Then to show comfort, he put his broad palm on her shoulder and squeezed her shoulder intentionally or unintentionally.

Tang Junyao took out the mobile phone in her pocket and dialed Mrs. Zhang's mobile phone number. The call was connected within a few seconds, and Mrs. Zhang's loud voice came from the phone, "Yao Yao."

Tang Junyao felt relieved when she heard her godmother's safe voice and asked, "Godmother, aren't you at home? Have you gone out to buy groceries?"

Mrs. Zhang over there knew that she had gone home as soon as she heard it, and said sheepishly: "Oh, Yaoyao, Xiaomei and I are in Tangzhai. Don't blame the godmother. I am getting nostalgic at this age. You and Le Even if we are not happy, Xiaomei and I will go to the yard here to plant vegetables, loosen the soil, I..."

Tang Junyao understood that her godmother wanted to go back to the house. After all, she had stayed there for most of her life. She cut off what Mrs. Zhang said, "It's okay, godmother, if you like the house, we will live there in the future."

People who are used to living in floor-to-ceiling houses are always not used to the kind of life in the community where the neighbors are behind closed doors and no one knows them. They neither say hello nor ask.

Unlike a house where you can say hello to acquaintances when you go out to buy groceries, there are self-built houses nearby, and every household has acquaintances.

She can understand.

Zhang's sister-in-law hurriedly refused, "Yaoyao, no need. I just came to stay because you were all gone. I'll go back when you come back."

The house is not as strict as Yixinyuan, which made Mrs. Zhang immediately think of the last time Tang Xin came to cause trouble, "Yaoyao, you don't have to do anything to accommodate me. You have your own little life to live, can you call me godmother?" , is the blessing that I have cultivated for half my life."

Tang Junyao's eyes were slightly red, tears welling up in her eyes, with a hint of nasal voice, "Okay, godmother, if you like the house, it's over there. I'll take Lele to live there on my days off."

Mrs. Zhang then replied cheerfully, "That's right, Mr. Ji treats you well. I can see that he really likes you. You have to have your own little life. How can you keep an old woman like me with you?" Ah, I have lived in this house for most of my life. It suits me very well. I can grow vegetables and flowers. I am self-sufficient and very comfortable. This girl Xiaomei is also sensible. I asked her to refund the rent and come with me. It’s nice to live here together.”

She sniffed, her eyes were sore and her throat was stiff, "Okay, let's go to the house for dinner in the evening. I'll go to the supermarket to buy some food later. Godmother, is there anything in particular you want to eat? I'll buy it."

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly said: "You don't need to buy it. I'll go with Xiaomei and you can come and eat."

Tang Junyao knew that if she persisted, her godmother would still not agree, so she simply agreed, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, she wiped the tears that flowed from the corners of her eyes. She turned to Ji Hancheng and said, "I'm going to the house for dinner tonight. Do you want to go?"

He asked that, but there was still a trace of expectation in his heart. People are like this. After getting involved, they will unknowingly want more, but they may not be aware of it when they have this idea.

Ji Hancheng felt the expectation from her eyes, and smiled, "Go, this is my first time going to the Tang family's residence. I'll buy the things. It's a door-to-door gift."

Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Okay, I won't worry about your wallet."

"I am short of a wife, but I am not short of money."

Xu Mingkai stood aside and acted like an invisible man. At this moment, he wanted to run away, but the boss didn't say anything and could only continue to stand and eat dog food.

But when he heard this, Xu Mingkai lost his composure. He was short of money and a wife. Who understands?

Xu Mingkai, who was still in a daze and fantasizing, was frightened back to his senses by an order, "Where is You Shen, let's go together."

Xu Mingkai: Why are you taking me with you when you go back to your mistress’s parents’ home? It’s not my parents’ home, nor is she my godmother.

The psychological activities are relatively colorful, but the feet are honest and have already followed closely.