The famous family loves marriage, sweet to the point

Chapter 250 Chapter 251: Princess Yan Returns (9) (20 more)
Jing Boyuan directly rejected Ye Qingxin's proposal, saying: "I asked Cheng Ruyu to arrange a nurse for her, and with Aunt Mei taking care of her, there will be no problem."

Ye Qingxin looked at Jing Boyuan on the opposite side of the dining table, this man had thought of everything she could think of in advance and arranged it properly.

She smiled at him, her heart was warm.

Aunt Chi was busy clearing the dining table, Madam Yan said: "It's getting late, you guys go upstairs to rest earlier."

"Yes yes yes, you go quickly." Mrs. Sheng also said: "Xiaoguo, are you sleepy too? Grandma will take you back to your room to sleep, okay?"

Ye Qingguo let out a cooperative breath, got up and walked towards his room.

"That's right." Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan got up and were about to leave. Mrs. Yan stopped talking and said to Ye Qingxin: "You just got married, we understand as a newlywed couple, but now you have something in your stomach. Children, there are still three, there can be no mistakes at all, you should restrain yourself and don't go too far."

Ye Qingxin's cheeks turned red.

She knew that the two old people still remembered the scene in the morning.

Back in the master bedroom, Ye Qingxin buried herself in the quilt without saying a word.

Jing Boyuan sat on the edge of the bed, grasped her arm, and said: "It's too late to be shy at this time."

The implication is that if I knew the present, why this morning.

"I blame you. You didn't tell me when the two old people came over." Ye Qingxin's face was covered in the quilt, and her muffled voice came out.

Jing Boyuan smiled, and his hands gently kneaded the girl's slender and well-proportioned arms, "Yes, blame me."

"It's very perfunctory, without any sincerity." There was not much air in the quilt, and Ye Qingxin felt uncomfortably stuffy, she took off the quilt and gasped for breath.

"How can you be sincere?" Jing Boyuan's eyes lightly fell on Ye Qingxin's face.

Ye Qingxin thought for a while and said, "Say you love me."

He never said these three words to her.

Jing Boyuan smiled, and said in a preaching tone: "Don't listen to what a man says, but watch what he does. Didn't what I did satisfy you?"

Ye Qingxin also smiled: "Have you heard of it? Women are auditory animals, and they naturally like to listen to sweet words."

"I can't do enough for this." Jing Boyuan moved his palm up.

Ye Qingxin put her hands on both sides of her ears, and gently closed her eyes.

"So, I have to make up for it elsewhere." Jing Boyuan's voice rang in her ears, breathing and kissing her delicate neck together.

Ye Qingxin understood what he was referring to, she didn't have enough sweet words on her mouth, she made up for it in sex.

"Take it as our bridal chamber wedding night, take a bath first." She said, her eyes glowing with hazy colors.

Jing Boyuan stared into her eyes for two seconds, smiled, and hugged her lightly.

In the bathroom, Jing Boyuan helped Ye Qingxin squeeze the toothpaste and water, and let her brush her teeth.

After brushing his teeth, he adjusted the water temperature.

……

Ye Qingxin's legs were so sore that she couldn't stand still and couldn't close them together, Jing Boyuan washed her clean and carried her back to the big bed.

Ye Qingxin almost fell asleep with the pillow on her hands.

Jing Boyuan went to bed and held her in his arms, quietly staring at the little face of the person in his arms, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing his sockets.

His cell phone on the coffee table vibrated suddenly.

Gently let go of the sleeping girl, got out of bed and walked over to pick up the phone, it was He Jifan's call.

"Bo Yuan, who are you visiting the hospital this afternoon?"

Jing Boyuan held the mobile phone in his left hand, and rested his right hand casually on the back of the sofa.

He was only wearing a pair of boxers, and his healthy honey-colored skin shone with a masculine seductive luster under the crystal lamp. His muscles were tight and well-proportioned. He had an inverted triangle figure, broad chest and arms, and powerful biceps. The charm of a mature man to attract the opposite sex.

"Who is important?" Jing Boyuan asked.

He Jifan seemed to be smoking a cigarette, and he could hear the sound of the air flow when he exhaled the cigarette. After a moment of silence, he said, "Vivier is hospitalized."

Jing Boyuan: "If you know, ask me."

He Jifan: "..." There was a moment of silence, and he said, "How is she...?"

Jing Boyuan: "If you want to know, go and see for yourself."

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Holding his mobile phone, He Jifan stood in the aisle of the general ward area on the third floor, staring at the closed door not far away, lost his mind for a moment, turned and walked back to the elevator.

At this time 09:30 in the evening.

There are other people in the elevator, slowly descending.

On the first floor, he came out of the ordinary elevator and walked to the VIP ward elevator next to him.

Special elevators are much brighter and cleaner than ordinary elevators.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it. The words 'Fang Zhaoyu' were displayed on the screen.

A hint of impatience slipped through He Jifan's black and white eyes, and he paused for a few seconds before answering, with a disdainful expression on his face, but a gentle voice from his mouth, "What's the matter, baby?"

The ambiguous and intimate words made the girl on the other end of the phone full of shyness. Fang Zhaoyu's voice was soft and soft like a little girl, "Mr. He, where are you? Can I, can I see you?"

"Why, it's only been a day and you miss me?" The disdain on He Jifan's face deepened, but his voice became more gentle, "I'm in Jinghe Hospital, someone in my family is hospitalized, do you want me to drive to pick you up? Where are you?"

"No, I'm right here, I'll go there by myself." Fang Zhaoyu's tone was a little excited, "Then which ward should I look for you?"

"Call me in the lobby on the first floor of the inpatient building."

After hanging up the phone, He Jifan dialed four numbers and asked the other party to meet at the lobby on the first floor of the inpatient building of Jinghe Hospital.

Two 10 minutes later.

Fang Zhaoyu walked into the lobby of the inpatient building with his hands in his hands, and the heating in the lobby instantly pushed back the chill that lingered around her.

Rubbing her frozen hands, she took out the makeup mirror to take a look at her makeup and hairstyle, smiled at the mirror, put away the mirror, took out her cell phone, found He Jifan's number, and dialed it.

Waiting for the answer over there, she said impatiently, "Mr. He, I'm here."

He Jifan's gentle and seductive voice came from the phone, "Don't be so unfamiliar, call me Jifan."

Fang Zhaoyu's cheeks were slightly red, and his heart was pounding wildly. He hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "Ji Fan..."

He Jifan persuasively said: "Speak up, don't be afraid."

Fang Zhaoyu plucked up his courage, slightly raised the volume, "Ji Fan."

He Jifan seemed impatient, "You don't even dare to say my name out loud, why are you here to see me?"

Fang Zhaoyu didn't mean to see Fang Zhaoyu's words, Fang Zhaoyu became anxious, and raised his voice again: "Don't be like this, Ji Fan, I am... I really like you, I just..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt the light dim in front of her eyes.

The words stuck in her mouth, and she looked up, and saw four women with different looks, different dresses, and exquisite makeup lined up in front of her.

"What's the matter with you?" Fang Zhaoyu subconsciously stepped back.

"What did you just say?" One of the women in a dark green coat and an exaggerated metal necklace asked, "You like Jifan? What are you, Jifan is also your name?"

"I... no..." Fang Zhaoyu vaguely felt that these people were coming from bad intentions, and tried to deny it, "You guys misunderstood, I didn't mean that... no... maybe the people I mentioned are different from what you think..."

"Really?" The woman in the dark green coat snatched Fang Zhaoyu's mobile phone, and the call had already been hung up. She dug out the address book, found the number marked 'Mr. He', and read out the eleven-digit number word by word.

After reading, she tossed the phone casually, and the phone fell to the distance with a 'slap'.

"Unfortunately, we also have this number in our mobile phone. Why? Do you want to be our sister?" The woman in the dark green coat grabbed Fang Zhaoyu's chin with her hand, lifted her face hard, and looked at Fang Zhaoyu's face with sharp eyes. After a moment, she said: "It looks very cute and pitiful. Why, Ji Fan has changed his taste? Don't you like enchanting and charming?"

"You..." Fang Zhaoyu's jaw was deformed by the pain, tears flowed down his face in pain, he couldn't articulate his words clearly, and hurriedly separated his relationship, "I didn't like him, really, you misunderstood me, I just— —”

Snapped!
The crisp applause interrupted Fang Zhaoyu's words.

"Still quibbling." Another woman in beige fur moved her numb palms and said, "Sisters, don't listen to her nonsense. Doesn't she like to seduce men? Take off her clothes and let her have a good time." Enough to seduce!"

As soon as the words came out, the four women clamped her hard, and really came to take off her clothes.

Fang Zhaoyu's eyes widened, full of shame and panic, he even forgot to cry, he used his hands and feet to resist desperately, and kept calling for help.

But the passers-by in the hall, some were watching the excitement, and some even recorded videos with their mobile phones, but none of them stepped forward to help.

The four women ripped off her clothes and said angrily, "I told you to seduce a man!"

In this society, mistresses have always been like rats crossing the street, everyone yells and beats her, even if someone thinks Fang Zhaoyu is pitiful, they don't dare to come forward to help, if they are not careful, they may not be saved, and they will cause a commotion.

(End of this chapter)