After that night, I was pregnant with the billionaire president's child

Ye Luohan looked over and saw Wen Yan holding his forehead with his hands, frowning and sighing.

He looked at his watch, glanced at the time, and continued working.

Wen Yan looked at Ye Luohan. Brother Luohan looked so cool when he was working seriously.

But Brother Luohan is too cruel.

She felt like she had done everything she could to bring them closer.

She was almost using all of Sun Wukong's 72 transformations.

But Brother Luohan still changed his face as he said.

He was still hot and cold towards her, and his mood was changeable.

Wen Yan couldn't help but think of Fei'er's tragic death.

She became even sadder.

Even started to panic again.

After a while, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Ye Luohan said, "Come in."

The person who came in was He Kun.

"Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye, the dresses are here."

Wen Yan's eyes widened instantly.

Dress!

It's her dress!

Because she saw that the transparent bag in He Kun's hand contained a woman's dress and a pair of crystal shoes!

Although the heels are not high, they are very beautiful.

After He Kun left, Ye Luohan looked at Wen Yan and said coldly, "Why don't you change it?"

Wen Yan bit her lip, hugged Ye Luohan, stood on tiptoes and kissed Ye Luohan on his thin lips.

"Thanks husband."

Wen Yan smiled and walked into the lounge holding the dress and crystal shoes.

She changed her clothes in the lounge and looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she was pretty.

However, when she looked at the dress, she found it a little disappointing.

This dress is a halter neck design, and not only does it cover the neck tightly, it also has two sleeves.

No wonder she asked Brother Luohan which set of jewelry looked good on him last night, but Brother Luohan didn't answer.

My neck is wrapped tightly, where can I wear a necklace?

Wen Yan couldn't help but curse the designer in her heart. In her 25 years of life, she had never seen such a bad fashion designer.

How can this be a dress for a cocktail party? It looks more like an ancient robe.

"A-choo." Ye Luohan sneezed.

In the lounge, Wen Yan turned around in front of the mirror and couldn't help but sigh. She was so beautiful, but this dress was simply not suitable for her.

She was wrapped tightly from head to toe, except for her head, which was covered with cloth.

This dress is really too heavy. It looks like a blackout curtain, not a dress at all. It doesn't have any spirit at all.

And there was another piece added at the back.

Brother Luohan has really bad taste.

I don’t know if I just picked one at random and it just happened to be someone else’s slow-selling item.

Wen Yan suddenly thought of something and took off her dress.

She decisively pulled off the cloth on her back.

Then he pulled down the two sleeves.

She put on the dress again and looked at herself in the mirror. She nodded with satisfaction, "It looks much better now."

She even had some respect for herself; an unsaleable product became alive after she put it into her hands.

She walked out of the lounge with joy.

"Why so slow?"

Ye Luohan's voice was a little unhappy, but he didn't sound too unhappy.

Wen Yan quickly followed his footsteps, smiled like a dog and said, "Let's go."

Ye Luohan saw that the hollow back he asked He Kun to sew was still hollow!

The long sleeves sewn on are still sleeveless.

When Wen Yan raised her arms, she could see her breasts!

He stood up, his brows furrowed.

He took out his cell phone and made a call.

Wen Yan didn't know why Ye Luohan suddenly didn't leave.

Also, who is this call to?

The call went through, and she saw Ye Luohan angrily saying, "He Kun! I asked you to take Wen Yan's dress to have it altered, why didn't you do it?"

He Kun looked confused. Ye Luohan rarely scolded him.

This seemed to be the first time I scolded him.

Of course, it's also because he has never done anything wrong.

"Mrs. Ye's dress? The back has been patched and the sleeves have been sewn."

Ye Luohan hung up the phone.

Before Wen Yan knew why, Ye Luohan glared at her angrily.

Wen Yan was so frightened that his back stiffened and his voice stammered, "Why, why...what happened?"

Ye Luo was breathing heavily with a chill. When he was picking out a dress for Wen Yan, he only saw that the front was wrapped tightly. After taking it back, he didn't expect that the back was exposed and there were no sleeves.

So he asked He Kun to mend the back and sew the sleeves.

But it was torn off by Wen Yan again.

Ye Luohan took off his coat and put it on Wen Yan.

Wen Yan quickly took it off and returned it to Ye Luohan, "I'm not cold."

Ye Luohan was already gritting his teeth.

Wen Yan said tactlessly, "It's such a hot day."

Ye Luo said coldly: "Put it on!"

Wen Yan pouted and looked at Ye Luohan, "Why?"

"I'm hot." Ye Luohan said and left.

"You're hot? If you're hot, you'll let me hold your clothes for you? Can't you just not wear a coat?"

Wen Yan suddenly remembered that she seemed to hear Ye Luohan sneezing when she was changing clothes just now.

Ye Luohan has already gone out.

Wen Yan hurriedly chased after him, "Brother, do you have a cold?"

Ye Luohan suddenly stood up.

Wen Yan almost hit it and stopped slamming on the brakes.

She raised her little face and looked at Ye Luohan, "Do you have a cold? You..."

"Can you say less?" Ye Luohan interrupted Wen Yan.

Wen Yan only saw Ye Luohan's dog-like face change in an instant.

She didn't know that Ye Luohan was angry because she had altered the dress without permission.

In the car, Wen Yan was silent for a long time, and then she asked Ye Luohan, "What is the theme of today's cocktail party? Who is the host? Who are the people? Who..."

"Do you have someone you are forbidden to eat?" Ye Luohan looked at him coldly, his voice even colder than his eyes.

"..." Wen Yan's head was buzzing from Ye Luohan's criticism.

But she still smiled and hugged Ye Luohan's arm with one hand, and stroked Ye Luohan's chest with the other hand, "I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore, just calm down."

Along the way, Wen Yan didn't dare to say another word, for she was afraid that she would anger this old man and be thrown down again.