Shi Qian sat on Shang Si Zhan's lap, with his head resting on his shoulder, and answered, "I'm going to Qianhu manor."
"Yes?" Asked Mr. Zhan.
When the shallow hook lips a smile: "things continue, but no big deal."
Business secretary Zhan's long fingers suddenly raised her chin and said, "shall we go to the ninth continent in advance?"
"In advance? When?"
"The day after tomorrow."
"So fast!"
"Yes."
After thinking for a while, he said, "OK, OK."
Just in time, she could investigate the matter in advance. The sooner she found out, the better.
Lake Villa.
The baby is tired of playing and sleeps in his own room.
Feng Qingyan kissed the baby's white and tender forehead, and then returned to their room with Beiming Yue.
After entering the room, Feng Qingyan looked at the direction of the bathroom: "I'm going to take a bath." Then he walked towards the bathroom.
Beiming looks at her back and smiles. Then he goes to the sofa and sits down.
On the table was a red wine prepared by the servant in advance. Beiming Yue poured himself a glass and slowly tasted it.
Almost an hour later, Feng Qingyan came out of the bathroom and changed into clean pajamas.
The more Beiming looks at her, the thin lips slightly hook: "come here."
Feng Qingyan walks to him and sits down.
Beiming Yue put down his glass, looked at her with a pair of pretty peach blossom eyes, and said again, "Feng Qingyan, when will you come back to North America with me?"
"Ah?" Feng Qingyan looked at him in surprise: "didn't you say to let me stay in country a?"
Beiming Yue: "I mean to let you stay here to work, but we have to go back and get married! Besides, you can't stay here all your life! You still have to go back with me in the future."
Feng Qingyan stared at him and murmured, "get married."
"Of course, we all have sons. We shouldn't get married as soon as possible."
Feng Qingyan pursed her lips and suddenly dropped her eyes, silent.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Beiming Yuejun frowned: "why don't you speak?"
After thinking for a while, Feng Qingyan slowly said: "Beiming Yue, I don't blame you for what happened at the beginning. My father calculated that you would have a baby. You... You don't have to be responsible for me."
Hearing this, Beiming's face sank: "what did you say?"
Feng Qingyan stared at him: "Beiming Yue, it was the Feng family who calculated you. You don't have to be responsible for me."
Beiming Yuefeng's eyes were cold: "Feng Qingyan, you don't want to marry me!"
Feng Qingyan whispered: "we don't want those people to cling to you, nor do we want to be used, nor do we want the wind family to raise their tails to the sky."
"Feng Qingyan, this is our business. It has nothing to do with anyone else. When you marry me, the Feng family wants to take this opportunity to climb on and soar to the sky. That depends on your mood and mine. If you don't agree, I won't give them half of the benefits."
“.......”
Beiming Yue said again, "so don't use these as excuses! Do you want to marry another man with your baby without marrying me?"
Feng Qingyan: "of course not."
She just thought of what the Feng family had done and felt sick. If she married Beiming Yue, she would be most happy to be the Feng family.
Even if Beiming Yue doesn't do any good to the Feng family, only this relationship can let those people go sideways.
Beiming stared at her more and more: "no, just go back with me and get married." After a pause, he added: "if you don't want to go now, it will take some time, but this marriage must be married. Feng Qingyan, you must marry me."
Feng Qingyan looks at the man's domineering appearance and moves his lips, but he doesn't know what to say for a moment.