At this moment, Zhan Lichuan is still wearing an electromagnetic buckle on his scalp and is still sitting in a wheelchair.

When the wheelchair came to the sliding door, the door opened as if it had been instructed to do so.

It turned out that this door was not a sliding door, but an electronic door. It's just that Jing Qian's strength is too great, and every time he uses a little strength to push this door open.

He remembered that when his grandfather said that he wanted to marry Jing Qian to her, he said that he had arranged a bridal room for her in the room next to him, and the room was in pink tones that girls liked.

But see you now, where is there still a little pink shadow in the whole room?

The room was like her person, either dark gray or crimson.

One has a low breath, and the other has a high tone.

The two colors are mixed together, and the damn pair looks good.

The moment he saw Jing Qian's room, Zhan Lichuan was a little disgusted with his purely Chinese-designed room.

Because the whole Zhanjia is partial to the garden style of S City, small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and pavilions. It can be said that when he was designing on a whim, what he wanted was the feeling of one landscape at a time.

But after seeing Jing Qian's simple color palette and Korean-style light luxury atmosphere, I fell in love with it at first sight.

There is a kind of room that does not want to go back to its own room with all solid wood furniture.

At this moment, the nanoparticles in the wheelchair that wrapped Jing Qian in his arms had been separated, and on the wheelchair was a disheveled Zhan Lichuan, and there was a Jing Qian who had been lying on his chest and didn't know what he was doing.

Seeing his wife's face on his chest, his eyebrows and eyes were even redder than just now, more demonic, and more glamorous. Zhan Lichuan's dark and deep eyes looked closely, and the stars had turned into a turbulent sea. The originally nice voice is now a little hoarse, as if it is a river that has precipitated the traces of time, low and with a unique rhythm.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm pregnant."

Zhan Lichuan: ......

Zhan Lichuan pursed his thin lips, looked at his wife, who might have been drunk lying in his arms, and his heart jumped.

The emperor family has been found, and once the emperor and Qian Qian recognize each other, he will inevitably face the danger of divorce.

If......

Zhan Lichuan looked down at the well-behaved girl nestled in his arms, and his whole mind was alive.

If you can let Qian Qian conceive his child when the emperor finds him......

When the time comes, the Father will be more valuable than the Son.

The emperor can't forcibly break up their father and son, right? You can't ignore the happiness of your children and forcibly break up their family, right?

So Zhan Lichuan's Adam's apple moved, glanced at the few buttons that had been untied by Jing Qian, stretched out his slender and bony fingers, and untied the top button on his neck and chest.

Jing Qian was stunned for a moment, looking at the scenery in front of him fixedly, and his whole head was dizzy.

But just because she's like a paste doesn't mean she can't think.

"What are you doing?"

Jing Qian opened her mouth, wanting to look at Zhan Lichuan's handsome and angry face, but reality dragged her gaze down a few points and fixed there.

It wasn't until a few times later that Jing Qian moved away from him with a look of hindsight, and looked at the foul man in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Zhan Lichuan's voice was magnetic and hoarse, and he said with a look of "I wish you more picking": "Aren't you pregnant?" There's no way you can get pregnant if you rely on me like this. If you want to get pregnant, I can help you. If you don't want me to help you, you can do it yourself. ”