Lu Yeming looked at her. “What are you laughing at?”
Jun Xi Qing pulled back her slender arm forcefully. “President Lu, why are you rushing over to question me about your son? What Son? I don’t understand what you’re saying. I realize that you’re getting more and more neurotic.”
Lu Yeming glared at her viciously. It was like an X-ray that was about to pierce through her entire body, “Jun Xi Qing, you’re addicted to lying. You vomited twice because you’re pregnant. You Didn’t come to the gynecology department to see a doctor, but to see a child!”
As he spoke, his gaze slowly moved down and landed on her flat and tight abdomen. “Where’s My Son? Is he inside?”
He kept calling her “Son.”When Jun Xi Qing heard him call her “Son,”she felt that it was inexplicably harsh. Her delicate and beautiful back straightened as she sneered, “I’m not pregnant.”
Lu Yeming narrowed his deep phoenix eyes. Without saying anything, he carried Jun Xi Qing in his arms.
