Sweet Pregnant Wife,Be Good!

This woman is a real troublemaker. He has warned her more than once to keep her away from the man. She took her own words as a byword, and it seemed that she would not see the coffin and shed tears.

At the same time, he thought that the anger in his chest was burning even more. He was furious now. He was looking at Xue he's sleeping soundly.

Sharp eyes to the front of the intersection, happened to be left 20 seconds of green light, the car could have been smooth. But he suddenly speeds up and slams on the brake. Xue he sleeps soundly and leans forward fiercely.

Her curly eyelashes trembled. She rubbed her head and opened her eyes. A face of grievance of the curl of the mouth, "who ah... Can't drive..." unhappy mumbled a sentence.

Han Qichen's face was suddenly gloomy to the extreme. If it were not for the words of others around him, he really did not believe that Xue he would dare to say such words.

Now he doesn't care about her because she is a drunk. When she wakes up, he will take advantage of her.

Xue he changed a posture and continued to sleep in the past, as if dreaming of something good, a happy face licked the corners of his mouth.

Han Qichen's face was helpless, and the fire held in his heart could not be sent out again. Xue he is drunk like this now. No matter what he says, he should be casting pearls before swine.

In spite of his dissatisfaction, he slowed down the car.

It was only half an hour's drive, but it took an hour and a half to get back to the mansion.

Xiaoke looked at the lights not far away and ran to the door to meet her. If the young master didn't come back, she would have prepared her mobile phone to call the police.

Han Qichen bent down and held Xue he carefully out of the car. He held tightly without any slackness. He was afraid that she would fall down if she was not careful.

"Young master, miss, what's the matter?" Xiaoke wrinkled his nose, smelling a pungent alcohol smell, "Miss, is this drinking?"

"Go upstairs and get hot water."

"Good." Xiao can quickly turn around and run upstairs.

After the living room, an Qian is sitting in the living room, her eyes are full of red blood, also keep yawning.

"Mr. Han, you are back." The rest of the eyes could not help looking at Xue he, "Xue he, what's wrong with her?"

"Too much."

"You go upstairs and have a rest."

An Qian's eyes twinkled with light, "then I'll take care of Xue he. You've been tired for a day, and you have to go to work tomorrow." She reached out her hand and approached Xue he.

When an Qian's hand is only one centimeter away from Xue he, he fiercely takes a step back. "No, I'll do it. Go back to your room and have a rest."

An Qian slowly put down the arm, close to the two sides of the hand tightly clenched fist. "I'm afraid it's not appropriate. After all, Xue he and she......

" there's nothing wrong between us. " He hugged Xue he and passed by an Qian.

Anqian turned back and watched Han Qichen carry Xue he into his room.

Little by little, the fingertips fell into the palm of her hand, but she did not feel the slightest bit. The pain was nothing compared with the pain in her heart.

"I want to come down... Let me down..."

the man in his arms didn't know what was going wrong, and suddenly he was dishonest.

Han Qichen frowned, put her down and pushed the door.

He grabbed Xue he's wrist hard to avoid her falling to the ground.

Xue he gasped heavily, and two blushes appeared on both sides of his cheek.

Xue he opened his closed eyes and looked at the man in front of him repeatedly. The expression on the face is sometimes happy and sometimes sad, "have we met somewhere?" She wanted to stretch out her hand, but suddenly found that she couldn't make use of her strength. "How can you hold my hand... You can't... Because we know... You're touching me..." the withered red lips are like a sign of something. "Do you hear me... Let me go..."

Han Qichen was about to get angry, but she could not even stand still and shook her head helplessly.

"Well, don't move. I'll let you go."