After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

Han Qi saw that Fu Juntong had maintained this expression all the time. After a long time, even the muscles on his face began to faintly twitch, apparently unable to stretch.

But Fu Juntong still stared at him with scorching eyes, maintaining the same posture, even the arc of the corners of his lips remained unchanged.

This made Han Qi start to doubt himself: Could it be that a domineering president like Fu Juntong really has facial paralysis like in the novel?

It's just that people have their own paralysis, some overlords have poor muscles, and some overlords have poor nerves. Fu Juntong is the kind of nerves that are not good enough, so he can have such muscle twitches without changing his face?

Otherwise, there is no explanation!

Seeing that Fu Juntong's expression on Mingming's face was more and more reluctant, but he still looked like a normal person, Han Qi finally couldn't hold back: "Brother Fu, don't you really feel uncomfortable on your face when you smile like this?"

After finishing speaking, Han Qi forcibly shifted his gaze from Fu Juntong's face to his eyes, hoping to divert his attention.

He has always had a little bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but whenever a question arouses great curiosity in him, he can't help but want to know why, or else he just keeps wondering, he can scratch his heart and liver until he can't sleep.

Fu Juntong really couldn't hold on anymore, it's okay to maintain this exaggerated expression for a minute or two, but after a long time, he felt that his entire face was not his own.

Even if Han Qi didn't open his mouth to ask this question, he would have to change his expression. After all, no one's muscles were made of iron, and he couldn't bear it.

But these are trivial matters. What frustrates him the most is that from the beginning to the end, Han Qi's eyes have not shown even the slightest touch. There is a strange complexity in the calmness, which is definitely not the eyes that a person should have when he is moved.

So, his hard work was completely useless, and Han Qi didn't like it at all.

Fu Juntong's eyes gradually changed from firmness to disbelief.

Why is this so? The script is different. It makes sense. Even if it doesn't directly blush and be moved by him, at least it should be touched. Why is it so calm?

It must be that Du Ke is too unreliable, no, he must deduct his bonus after returning.

If Han Qi knew that Fu Juntong felt in his heart that after watching Fu Juntong's whole set of operations, his heart was completely untouched, and there was no wave in the ancient well, he would definitely yell for injustice.

It's not like he wasn't touched, he was so touched that he was numb, but the direction of the touch was different from what Fu Juntong imagined.

"What's wrong?"

Han Qi saw that Fu Juntong's expression had returned to normal after listening to what he said, but his brows were still furrowed, and he looked at him with puzzlement and accusation.

Han Qi was full of doubts: Did he say something weird just now, didn't he?Even when Fu Juntong was talking, he couldn't hold back his smile.

"Fortunately, it's not hard." After Fu Juntong answered Han Qi's last question, he turned his head away a little aggrieved, and stopped looking at Han Qi.

It's just that although the expression on the face has changed, the posture of the body shows no sign of changing.

He was a little numb, why Han Qi not only didn't move, but also poked his scar so cruelly and straightforwardly, did he not do enough, but he obviously worked so hard.

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Han Qi was really serious about asking this question without any other emotions, but when he saw that Fu Juntong was acting so tough but turned his head away and didn't dare to look at him, he keenly realized that Fu Juntong might be thinking about it .

Although he didn't understand what was wrong with what he said, it was obviously very simple?

However, in order to protect Fu Juntong's seemingly weak heart at this time, he thoughtfully did not continue to ask. Anyway, he was very satisfied with the conclusion that the overlord would be ashamed.

At least not so much that I can't sleep.

Han Qi wanted to leave this small space and sit down to have a good chat with Fu Juntong. He broke his arm twice, but instead of moving it, it tightened even more.

Han Qi felt that Fu Juntong was really angry and funny. He fixedly glanced at Fu Juntong's side face twice, and he didn't know which nerve was poked, so he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Hearing Han Qi's laughter, Fu Juntong quietly moved his eyes a little bit over, seeing Han Qi's bright smile, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good to be able to laugh, at least the current state is completely different from what he saw when he opened the door. The whole person seems a lot more relaxed, and the previous depression is completely gone.

It's pretty good, the only fly in the ointment is, why did he see a trace of love in Han Qi's eyes? !

Fu Juntong didn't dare to ask, he was afraid that he would hear some facts that he couldn't accept and turn on the overlord mode again, so he simply pretended not to hear.

He just looked away again.

Although it was said secretly, but the two of them were so close, there was no movement that Han Qi could not see.

So he laughed even more happily, and it took a while before he stopped laughing enough.

Because he laughed too hard, Han Qi was short of breath for a while before calming down.

He has completely calmed down now, and the confusion and panic when he first heard the news have almost dissipated.

He cleared his throat, ready to talk to Fu Juntong about serious matters.

"Brother Fu."

Hearing Han Qi calling him, Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi again: "What's wrong?"

Han Qi caressed his lower abdomen with one hand, and clenched the other hand tightly by his side. Even the veins on the back of his fair hand were clearly visible: "You know it too."

Han Qi hesitated in the middle of speaking, and said with difficulty: "What are you going to do with this child?"

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