She called him Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Ci's face sank almost suddenly, he didn't speak, but the ink in his narrow peach blossom eyes was very thick.

Chu Jiaojiao stroked her long hair with her hand, pinned it behind her ear, and when she looked at him again, she had a slight smile on her face.

"Even if you have children, it can't be yours." She opened her mouth lightly and slowly, and her expression maintained a sense of indifference.

The man lowered his head, the shadow of his face covered by short hair looked dull and cold, and every word that overflowed from his throat seemed to carry a kind of stagnation, "Don't speak angry. ”

"I didn't say anything angry." Chu Jiaojiao replied, looking at the handsome and extraordinary face, half with a sarcastic smile, "Then you tell me, I take after-the-fact medicine every time, how can I get pregnant?" ”

"You got it." Almost certainly, Jiang Ci's extremely hoarse voice condensed a bit of helplessness, "Jiaojiao, you know that what I let you take is not an afterthought. ”

"Aren't you going too far?" Chu Jiaojiao took a deep breath and persuaded herself not to be too angry, so as not to affect the child, "You give me vitamins, what kind of heart do you have?" ”

"Birth control pills can hurt you." With his eyes lowered, his face was unusually silent.

The implication was that he wouldn't let her eat those things.

"What's the use of talking about that now?" Chu Jiaojiao snorted lightly and looked away.

She is pregnant.

With a slight tightening of nerves, Chu Jiaojiao took two steps back, "I'm going back to rest, Mr. Jiang, please take care of yourself." ”

She turned and walked into the room.

Jiang Ci stood there without moving, and the door was slammed shut.

Chu Jiaojiao leaned against the door panel, with some waves on her face.

"Host, now that Jiang Ci knows, what should I do?"

"What else can be done, sooner or later he will know." It was just a lot earlier than she expected, but it wasn't something she expected.

The most troublesome thing is the media, who don't know how to write about it.

Outside the door, the man stood there all the time. Qianqian

The sky gradually darkened, and after a while even the moon climbed into the sky, and he remained in a standing position.

Until the phone rang at hand—

"Jiang Ci, the media are saying that Chu Jiaojiao is pregnant, what are you going to do with this?"

Yan Zixu felt that it was unbelievable that some media said that Chu Jiaojiao was not Jiang Ci's child, how could this be?

According to Jiang Ci's character, if Chu Jiaojiao dares to steal people, she will definitely die a miserable death.

"Shut up all those media." The man said unusually indifferently, his eyes tightly wrinkled to the ground.

"Oh, good."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ci raised his eyes and raised his hand in mid-air.

He didn't knock it down, but turned and walked away.

"Host, Jiang is gone." The system sensed that Jiang Ci's breath was almost gone, so he said to Chu Jiaojiao.

"Hmm."

Hearing the news of her pregnancy, Su Yu and Lin Yu rushed over early the next morning.

Su Yu is a violent temper, if Qin Zhiqi hadn't stopped her, she would have wanted to come over last night to ask for clarification.

"Jiaojiao, are you really pregnant?" Lin Yu asked cautiously, afraid of touching the wound on Chu Jiaojiao's heart.

Chu Jiaojiao nodded, and heard her ask again.

"That's, Jiang Ci's child?"

"Whose child could it be but that bastard?" Su Yu answered, and his tone was a little rushed.

"I didn't mean that, I ......"

"Okay, Xiaoyu'er, don't care, my aunt isn't angry with you."