Thin-hearted president, don't be too bad

On the soft king bed of the villa master bedroom.

The room with closed curtains was dark, and only a few unclear rays of light tenaciously penetrated in. The sight was full of traces of love, and the sound of water came from the closed bathroom door.

The delicate and charming woman was lying on it, covered with only a thin sheet, and her flaxen curly hair was scattered around the edge of the pillow.

The white and tender skin is covered with clearly visible spots and bruises, which shows the fierce situation last night.

Her long curled eyelashes stirred up like a black butterfly. Half awake, she lifted her jade lotus like arm from the quilt to cover her forehead. Her brain was blank and her reaction was slow.

The huge crystal lamp hanging above her head, the familiar decoration and the erosive and ambiguous smell in the air remind her of what happened last night.

LAN Ziting was stunned. The fierce scene of last night and the man's cold and unfeeling face flashed in her mind. After a pause of two seconds, she subconsciously covered her stomach and covered her upper abdomen with a warm palm. At that moment, a high hanging heart was relaxed, and her exquisite little face looked relieved.

Gentle eyes gently cast on the lower abdomen, with only a slight bulge, which is not obvious if you don't look carefully.

At least he didn't find out, did he?

The sound of running water in the bathroom continued. LAN Ziting slowly cast her eyes. A perfect back was reflected behind the glass door. It was blurred, but it was enough to make people feel the man's superior figure. She quietly watched the man's every move.

At this time, the sound of running water suddenly stopped, and then a man with his upper body came out of it.

The man has a pair of black eagle eyes, handsome and strong facial features, a pair of thin lips under the bridge of his tall nose, and the line of the mandibular angle is incredible.

As he had just come out of the bathroom, he was still surrounded by a trace of fog. Only a bath towel was randomly wrapped around his strong and perfect waist, and drops of crystal water fell on the floor from the root of his hair.

He pinched a towel in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at LAN Ziting, then screwed up his eyebrows. His low voice was cold: "Why are you still here?"

The tone is neither salty nor light. I can't tell whether it's disgust or other emotions.

LAN Ziting stayed where she was. Two seconds later, she bit her lips and got up embarrassed wrapped in the sheet. The thin quilt wrapped her smooth body. She got out of bed nervously and carefully, but the pain from all over her made her walk hard.

Her throat was sour, and there was no excess blood on her charming little face. She bit her lower lip and opened her dry lips. If she was stuck in her throat, she wanted to say, but her eyes suddenly retracted when she touched the man's cold face.

She dragged her sour body and stepped hard on the cool floor. This refreshing feeling has been transmitted from the soles of her feet to the nerve endings of her body and to the bottom of her heart.

Her thin and embarrassed body walked slowly, and her feet suddenly softened. LAN Ziting suddenly fell and sat on the ground, hurting her ankles.

However, the man behind him was still cold, and his indifference and disregard showed her embarrassment naked.

This is her husband. She has been thinking about marrying for so many years

The heart was painfully stabbed, and the pain gradually spread at the bottom of my heart with bitterness.

Beichi fell helplessly into her soft lower lip. She tightened up and dragged her embarrassed body towards the door.

Suddenly, a huge force came from behind. LAN Ziting screamed briefly. Before she could react, she had been rudely dragged back and fell onto the bed. The soft bed was severely smashed and immediately concave.

LAN Ziting was dizzy and was about to get up, but the man bullied her. The tall and straight figure pressed in front of her, forming a strong sense of oppression.

The handsome face she was infatuated with was full of ridicule and impatience at the moment. Her thin lips opened and the words spit out from it made her cold.

"You don't want to go, do you want to do it again?"

LAN Ziting's body trembled slightly, her drooping curled eyelashes trembled, and her low voice returned in her ears, like the beauty of a lover. However, her words made people in hell.

Thin hands carefully protect her lower abdomen. She bites her lips nervously and can't continue. What if an accident happens accidentally?

LAN Ziting is immersed in entanglement. The next second, Du Yan'an, who didn't wait for LAN Ziting's reply, has abandoned her, as if it was disgusting to contact her.

"Get out!"

His eyes were as cold as if he were in an ice cellar, and his whole heart gradually sank, cold and painful.

LAN Ziting half propped up her body, and a chestnut wavy curl hung down, which could block her delicate but slightly pale face.

A second ago, she was still worried about her little life in her stomach, but now she just felt ridiculous and embarrassed.

He had been married for two years. He never asked her when he was awake. Every time he was drunk, he touched her room in the middle of the night. She never had a chance to say no.

And their union is more like his vent, with annoying anger, regardless of her feelings.

She is not like his wife, but more like a tool to vent her desire. Otherwise, how can someone let his wife leave after waking up and ask the servant to prepare water and afterwards pills for her?

The thin and impurity free hand gently stroked the lower abdomen. The child was unexpected. She especially cherished it and couldn't wait to share it with him, but she was afraid that he would eventually refuse cruelly.

Biting her lips, she stood up and walked out. Her tired and sour body reminded her of her indulgence last night. The line of sight behind her was like a black eye. He was always like this. As long as she was in the room, he couldn't ignore or do anything.

With her long eyelashes hanging down, she hesitated again and again, and asked, "did you drink again last night?"

The air was quiet for a second. When LAN Ziting thought he wouldn't answer, a cold voice came from behind, mixed with indifferent ridicule.

In the twinkling of an eye, Du Yan'an was standing in front of her, his tall body formed a great sense of oppression, his hand tightly pinched her sharp chin, and his expression was disgusted:

"Are you qualified to ask? Who do you think you are?"

His chin was pinched, and the bitterness at the bottom of his heart spread like a ripple. Yes, before marriage, he made three rules with her:

One,

There can be no children between them. 2、 Don't interfere with his life. 3、 Don't mention that woman's name

Because of love, she worked hard to marry him, but he only had endless hatred for her.

He moved back to the room slowly, and the servant came over with water and medicine.

Under the sharp gaze of the servant, LAN Ziting obediently took the medicine, drank the water, and then turned over to bed.

After hearing the sound of closing the door, LAN Ziting hurried to the bathroom and pulled out the medicine.

Kneeling in front of the toilet, her slightly curved back looked thin and helpless, and her throat that had just vomited was uncomfortable, but she had no complaints.

With her hands on her stomach, LAN Ziting's eyes are firm. Baby, my mother will protect you!