Young Master's NO.1 Warm Wife

Lu Yeqing's eyebrows frowned, and he even didn't bother to open his eyes to see Wen Ning, "take it away!"

"Didn't you hear what Dr. Huo said? If you continue, your body will completely collapse. In order to avoid my baby becoming a posthumous child in the future, you must live well."

Wen Ning understands that he can't be soft to Lu Yeqing. The softer you are, the more he thinks you have a plan.

He is hard, and you are harder than him, so it can be effective.

Look, Lu Yeqing opened his eyes and stared at Wen Ning with anger. "There are some servants in the family --"

"But no one can care about you," Wenning interrupted him.

"..." Lu Yeqing was stunned and said with a sneer, "why do you think you can manage me?"

Seeing that he had been unwilling to be soft, Wen Ning put down the porridge in his hand and pointed to his lower abdomen: "it's TA. If you dare not be obedient, I'll go to the hospital tomorrow!"

Although she didn't say what to do in the hospital, Lu Yeqing knew it. A group of anger quickly burned in Lu Yeqing's chest, "dare you threaten me? Don't forget, your father is still in the hospital!"

Wen Ning was not frightened by him like last time. "Don't you just rely on my father to threaten me? Now, I have your child in my stomach and my marriage certificate with you."

He's the same, she's the same, win.

Lu Yeqing bit his teeth, and the smell sprayed from his nostrils seemed to have a burning temperature, which was obviously not light by wenningqi!

Very good. He chose thousands of choices and found one to cure himself?

"Lu Yeqing, you are excellent, but it doesn't mean that all women in the world have illusions about you. Even so, except me. If you agree, I can't wait to beat the child now. By the way, I pulled the divorce certificate with you, and we'll be settled. But if you don't agree, I'll keep my promise and give birth to the child. We'll divorce a year later. Don't worry, I won't pester you, but Before that, I hope we can ensure that we can get along calmly. "

Wenning simply changed a policy, first reduced his suspicion, and took the opportunity to steal his heart.

Lu Yeqing's eyelids drooped and covered the mood in her eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking.

However, after all, she didn't directly refuse Wen Ning. She breathed a sigh of relief and brought the porridge again, "drink porridge."

Lu Yeqing no longer refused, but still took the porridge from her hand, took the spoon again and again, and drank it up.

All day, Wen Ning was cooking porridge for Lu Yeqing, but even so, Lu Yeqing's face didn't get better. In the short term, I'm afraid I can't go to the company.

Early the next morning, Lu Yeqing called Qi Yan and brought over the documents urgently needed to be processed in the company.

Wen Ning cooked porridge for Lu Yeqing. After thinking about it, he said, "I have something to do today. I want to go out."

Lu Yeqing flipped the document's hand. Yu Guang turned it and continued to work.

Wen Ning knew that this was what he agreed to. He turned back to his room and changed a set of knitted two-piece skirts. He came to Lu Yeqing's ward again. "I have to eat at noon. I've cooked the porridge."

Her unquestionable tone made Lu Ye Qing frown and looked up to see the woman standing at the door.

Wen Ning is very beautiful. Her beautiful facial features, white skin and cherry red mouth make her look very cute.

Lu Yeqing's retort stuck in his throat and couldn't speak out in time.

Wen Ning smiled with satisfaction, "good boy, come back in the afternoon with a reward!"

"..." Lu Yeqing's face darkened and a strange feeling rose in his heart, as if he had been scratched by a cat.

The scratching cat has left the room, and the air is still filled with her breath. Lu Yeqing can't settle down.

At this time, Jincheng Hotel in the imperial capital.

Zhao Ziqian's family is in a good condition. She specially chose a middle-class hotel for her birthday party. Wen Qian is wearing a dazzling small red shoulder length dress, which makes her particularly charming and petite.

She looked at Zhao Ziqian pitifully. "Brother Ziqian, don't do this - my sister wants to come to your birthday party. You can't drive her out!"

Yes, when Zhao Ziqian learned from Wen Qian that Wen Ning would come, he immediately expressed his attitude and didn't welcome Wen Ning. If she had to come, let the security guard stop her.

"Shallow, you're just too kind. Wen Ning hurt you so much at the school meeting, and now you're going to help her speak?" Zhao Ziqian was distressed that Wen was shallow to a certain extent, and wanted to pull Wen Ning over and take it out for Wen shallow.

Warm and shallow clothes are still very effective. They have bought a lot of people with the attitude of the weak within half an hour of arriving at Zhao Ziqian's birthday party.

All the people held grievances for her.

"Wen Qian, what do you care about her?"

"Yes! You are so kind that you are destined to be bullied. Now there may be many people misunderstandings you in the school!"

"Let's not wait here. Go inside and let the security guard stop Wenning later!"

Wen Qian shook his head anxiously, tightly held Zhao Ziqian's sleeve and wouldn't let him in, "don't! Don't do this, everyone. I just called my sister. She will arrive soon. Brother Ziqian, just look at my face and let my sister in? OK? I promise, my sister will be honest."

"Shallow!" Zhao Ziqian heard the sound of blood dripping from her heart. How could she be so kind? Compared with Wenning's vicious girl, she is like an angel in heaven.

Wen Jian saw that Zhao Ziqian disagreed, and his eyes immediately turned red. He loosened his hand. "Brother Ziqian, if you don't let your sister in, then - I won't go either. You go in."

"Shallow is too kind. Ziqian, let's listen to wenshallow. It's a big deal - nobody cares about Wenning."

"Yes! Let's ignore her for a while."

Under the advice of the people, Zhao Ziqian agreed and entered the hotel together.

In a few minutes, Wen Qian turned back and gave a picture of Wen Ning to the security guard at the door. "When this man comes, help me stop her."

The security guard took the photo, agreed immediately, and then Wen Qian turned back to the hotel.

Wenning arrived twenty minutes later. There was a traffic jam on the road. She hurried into the hotel, but was stopped.

"Sorry, miss, you can't go in."

Wen Ning stopped and thought about it. She took out her mobile phone, opened the live broadcast from an app that can be broadcast, and pointed at the security guard, "why can't I go in?"

The security guard is not ready to say more, but the posture of blocking Wenning is still the same.

Wenning pursed her lips and took out a warm and shallow photo from her pocket. She was ready.

"Is she the one who won't let me in?"