"Prince, are you here?" Fang Yiran smiled and opened the door as wide as possible, gesturing for Bo Qing to come in.
Boqing didn't have much of an expression, and her whole posture looked very lazy. He glanced at Fang Yiran tiredly, turned sideways, and walked in from her side.
The moment he passed by her, Fang Yiran stretched out her arm, immediately hugged his arm, wrapped it tightly, closed the door, put her head on his shoulder, and whispered:
"Prince, I want to tell you good news."
"Oh?" Bo Qing raised her lips silently, her eyes were filled with light, and her fingertips slightly poked her delicate face, as if she was the same suave, affectionate and casual prince as before: "What's the matter?" [
Fang still pursed his lips and remained silent.
The next second, she said with a hint of coquettishness: "Are you angry with me again? You asked me to save Jinyu that day, but I didn't. There is actually a reason."
"Well." Boqing nodded, but didn't say anything more. Instead, he was very calm. He slowly stretched out his hand, took away her soft and warm arm, and walked to the water dispenser alone, naturally.
I took a glass of water and took a sip.
Fang Yiran twisted his waist and said: "Actually, I am pregnant with a child, so I can't do that for the sake of the child."
The ruthless hand paused slightly, lowered his head, and drank water.
He concealed his thoughts.
He hesitated and asked: "Whose?"
Fang Yiran's face suddenly turned a little livid. She curled her lips, feeling a little hurt, but she still stepped forward, pecked her ruthless face, and said angrily: "Prince, of course it's yours."
, that night at Hyatt, what should I do?"
He was ruthless but didn't care that her fingers were touching her body. Anyway, through a layer of clothes, he didn't seem to feel much about such touching and seduction now.
His tone was calm and he smiled slightly: "What do you want to do?"
Fang Yiran looked at that smile and felt slightly dizzy. He really cared about the child, didn't he?
