Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

Xue he clenched his lips. "Since you have friends, I'd better leave first." She turned to leave, but she was pulled by an Qian.

"Mr. Han, he's not an outsider. It doesn't matter." Regardless of Xue he's reluctance, an Qian dragged her into the house.

Han Qichen's face was extremely gloomy, and the newspaper in his hand was crumpled.

"Then sit here, Xue he. I'll find a vase and insert this bunch of flowers." She paused and then said, "Mr. Han, please help me entertain Xue he." Before Han Qichen could speak, an Qian turned and went to the kitchen.

Xue he stood rigidly in place, as if he had been fixed.

His sexy thin lips were slowly lifted up, and there was something elusive in his eyes.

Xue he had a feeling that she was naked and put on the street. If she knew that Han Qichen was also there, she wouldn't come even if she posted her money upside down.

The air made her feel suffocating.

Han Qichen glanced coldly, suddenly got up, pulled Xue he's wrist and walked outside the door.

He pressed her wrist against the wall and her heavy body pressed against it.

"Why are you here?" His low voice sounded slowly, and a hot breath came to his face.

Xue he's wrist was pinched by him. She didn't dare to struggle. She was afraid that an Qian would see them now.

She looked at Han Qichen with some movement, and her dark eyes were confused.

It seems that he doesn't know he will be here, or he thinks he has disturbed them.

"You let go of me, I'll leave now."

Last night she received a message from an Qian. She didn't know how to refuse her, so she promised to come to the appointment. She thought an Qian would come only when she invited herself, otherwise she wouldn't come.

Their eyes are opposite, and their lips are no more than three centimeters apart.

"Answer my question."

She subconsciously bit her lips, and her body unconsciously retreated, but her back has been pasted on the wall. Where else can she retreat.

"Anqian invited me." Her clear eyes burned bright red, "you can let go of me now."

He leaned down and his lips moved forward one centimeter. "You're jealous."

Xue he raised his head excitedly, and his cold lips gently wiped Han Qichen's lips. She looked at her in amazement. His eyes could see that she was jealous.

"I'm not jealous." After that, Xue he began to regret. The more she said so, the more she felt that there was no silver here.

"Mr. Han, Xue he, where are you?" An Qian's voice suddenly came from the living room.

Xue he suddenly struggled hard, "let go of me."

The man's warm breath sounded slowly in her ear with a trace of ponder, "if you admit that you are jealous, I'll let you go."

"Xue he, Mr. Han..."

Xue he suddenly tightened his heart, clenched his teeth and nodded.

Han Qichen still refused to let go. "I want to hear it from you."

Xue he glared at him fiercely, and every word seemed to squeeze out of his mouth, "yes, I'm jealous."

Han Qichen lowered his head and smiled, gradually loosening Xue he's wrist.

"Xue he, Mr. Han, where have you been?" The haze flashed from the bottom of an Qian's eyes.

Xue he opened his mouth.

"I just showed her around the yard outside."

Before Xue he spoke, Han Qichen answered first.

An Qian nodded vaguely. "Then wash your hands and we're ready to eat."

Just now, when facing Xue he, Han Qichen's face was still full of a gentle smile. At the moment, he has recovered his indifference. "I just answered the phone. Suddenly, the company needs me to deal with something. You eat and I'll go first."

"Don't you even have time for dinner." An Qian came forward to stay.

Han Qichen just nodded and said nothing.

"Xue he, let's eat."