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"Say it." He dropped a word, the voice was so cold that there was no temperature. He looked at the road ahead.

"Don't let me kill the child until I find the father." Su said the only condition.

Ming Ling from the side of the head, see her teeth biting the lower lip, eyes full of expectation, cautious and panic.

Instead of immediately agreeing, he asked, "is this child important to you?"

Su wennuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "it's very important..."

Now she does not know whether the child is important, she only knows that she can not easily kill the child, since this is a life, and this life lives in her stomach, she should be responsible for it.

At least not until you know who the father is.

"Deal." Ming Ling thin lips spit out two words, thin lips but slightly hook up.

His answer was straightforward and decisive.

Su warm slightly surprised to look at him, she thought he would certainly not agree, but did not expect him to agree so simply.

Doesn't he care that she has other people's children?

Su wennuan can't believe it. It's like a dream.

The car drove to Xishi villa, which was a group villa. Lincoln stopped in the most luxurious villa yard.

The villa building is like a castle, the top is round, the spire is high, it is the residence of noble people.

Money is capricious.

Even living in the same place as the emperor.

As the Ming mausoleum entered the house, Su huannuan was shocked again. The room was large and bright, with luxurious decoration and decoration. However, the furniture was in beige with noble spirit and warmth. The spiral stairs were winding and magnificent, and they could not see the end

How many layers does it have to be

"Young master, you are back. Do you want Chinese food or Western food in the evening? I'll let the kitchen prepare it." The housekeeper respectfully received the coat he had taken off.

"Get someone to take a bath." Ming Ling looked at Su wennuan behind him and ordered.

"Yes, young master..." The housekeeper nodded, "this lady, come with me..."

"Just call me Su wennuan." Su wennuan doesn't adapt to being so respectful.

"Yes, Miss Su." The housekeeper, who is about 40 years old, replied that it is taboo to call the names of the people brought back by the young master. He never dares.

Su wennuan blinked. The housekeeper was also a strange man.

It was said that she should be called by her name, but she was still called miss.

It's also true that the man in Ming Tomb is eccentric and changeable, and the people around him are not much better.

"Green bamboo, serve Miss Su well and take her to the bath." The housekeeper gave Su wennuan to a girl who looked about 25 years old. Then he said with a smile, "you can call me if you have anything in the future. My name is Chengqi."

"Thank you for your stewardship." Su is warm and polite.

The housekeeper nodded and left.

Green bamboo gave Su warm water, prepared clothes, respectfully said, "Miss, please come in and take a bath."

Su wennuan walks in, but Lvzhu closes the door.

Su wennuan woke up and said in surprise, "do you want to wash with me?"

Green bamboo quickly lowered his head, flustered and humble, "I dare not, I come to serve you."

Su wennuan looked at the green bamboo and said, "it's OK. It's OK. I don't mean that. I can wash it myself. Thank you."

"But young master..." Green bamboo is still in fear.

"He won't say anything. I'll wash it myself." She didn't really want to let others take a bath for her, and she was not used to it.

Green bamboo see Su warm is not deliberately hard on her, is not so difficult to get along with people, this just reassured out.

Bathtub full of flowers, floating on the water, there is a kind of amazing beauty.

Su wennuan gave a bitter smile.

No matter how beautiful things do not belong to her, so far, she is not qualified to talk about her love and happiness.

But what was the purpose of the man letting her take a bath as soon as he came back?

Also can't care so much, a day of shock and fatigue, she is really exhausted.

After a hot bath, she felt much more comfortable. What she ordered was a long white skirt, and her underwear was pure white.

He was thoughtful.

"Miss Su, please go down to dinner." As soon as she got out of the bathroom, green bamboo came up.

Su wennuan nodded and went downstairs with the green bamboo.

Ming Ling is sitting at the dining table. He is wearing a gray casual sportswear. His short hair stands up slightly. In his leisure, he still shows his rebellious and unruly manner.

His deep black eyes looked at this side, silent and calm, Su wennuan did not dare to look at him, so he dropped his sight.

The woman's white gauze skirt made her white skin more and more tender and white. She went downstairs with her skirt, beautiful as a spirit, and her eyes narrowed slightly.She is not the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, but the most simple and pure, just like the clean and pure memory of childhood.

Su wennuan comes over and sits opposite him. In front of him is a bowl of rice. On the table are a bowl of fish, a bowl of hot and sour potatoes, a bowl of tomato and eggs, and a bowl of fried meat with green pepper. They are very good-looking, but they are ordinary dishes.

It suits Su's warm appetite.

She had been hungry for a long time. She picked up the chopsticks and was ready to take the vegetables. She thought that there was another person present, and then she put down the chopsticks.

"Eat it." Ming Ling's lips are slightly crooked and a word is sent.

Su wennuan picked up her chopsticks and began to eat. These dishes were too appetizing, and she was so hungry that she forgot her fear and scruples. All she wanted was to fill her stomach.

Compared with Su wennuan's voracious eating, Ming Ling's eating style is very elegant, even the action of carrying vegetables to his mouth is not elegant.

Su wennuan peeked at him secretly. He felt that he was too rustic, so he slowed down his action. But he was so literati that he was too tired to eat.

Fortunately, although slow, but no one urged her, a bowl of rice and a table of vegetables were swept by her.

Perhaps it is because of pregnancy, the stomach is particularly prone to hunger, has arrived in this field, she also does not care about whether to lose face.

After dinner, Su wennuan is arranged to rest in her room.

It was the bedroom of Ming mausoleum. The layout was simple and generous. The sheets and quilts were blue and gray with gilt rims. The color of the whole room was cold, which matched the character of Ming Ling, but it was not compatible with the Warm Beige of the living room.

Living in the bedroom of Ming mausoleum, Su wennuan is a little uncomfortable. She wanted to change her room, but when she turned around, the man came in and threw her a stack of A4 paper.

"Signed it."

Su wennuan is surprised and looks down at the content of the contract. This is a contract of sale. After signing this contract, she is equivalent to selling to him, but she has promised to be his woman, right? Now there is no room to shrink back.

"Why are you the only one who has the right to terminate, and I don't?" She looked up at him.

The duration of the contract is as long as he likes, as long as he wants, and she has no right to talk about the termination of the contract.

That's not fair.

"Are you qualified to negotiate?" Ming Ling raised her eyebrows, and her eyes and eyebrows were full of hegemonism.