Dote on the wife first: President, love after marriage!

Chapter 84 I'll Change Again

Miscarriage will inevitably require curettage, and the wall of my uterus is thin, so I can't stand this kind of torture.Unless I really don't want to be a mother in this life, I will not want this child.

Under the evergreen tree in the old house, Jiang Moyan's expression was calm, his eyes were dim and hard to distinguish, and the smile on his lips was also meaningless, and his cool and round fingertips gathered my wind-blown hair behind my ears.

"You can take that for granted."

I looked up at him in a daze for a while, lowered my head and sneered at myself. Of course, it will become a habit that is difficult to get rid of. Habits are the most terrifying thing. It will accumulate and become poisonous over time, and melt into the bone marrow and blood. Penetrating the heart at the end, I wouldn't be so stupid as to make myself terminally ill.

As the wedding day is approaching, the Mu family suddenly spread the word that they do not agree with Jiang Moyan's wedding and the engagement banquet.

Grandma's always gentle face was cloudy and uncertain, and the hands that fiddled with the prayer beads were no longer as calm as before. The atmosphere in the huge living room was particularly depressing, and there was an urge to run away.

"I've already said that it won't work. You see, the invitations have been sent out. How will this end? It's just that the Mu family is too arrogant, and they don't take our Jiang family seriously at all!"

An Qing'er never seemed to know the meaning of the word "watching words and watching colors". This sentence undoubtedly poured oil on grandma's suppressed anger, making her complexion even more ugly, and a storm was about to come.

"You! It's all you! With the reputation of second marriage, I get angry when I think about it!" Seeing that no one paid attention to her, An Qing'er pointed her finger at me again, staring fiercely with her scarlet eyes. I.

In this regard, I just bowed my head and turned a blind eye. I was very fortunate in my heart that not holding a wedding was exactly what I wanted.

"I'm dead and not buried every day..."

"Ms. An Qing'er, don't forget that your son was also married." Jiang Moyan, who was sitting next to me, didn't change his face at all, as if he was talking about something unimportant, and tapped on the wooden table beside him, as if The seemingly dull sound hit the hearts of everyone in the living room.

An Qing'er's expression froze, she withdrew her hand that was about to poke my face, and sat down opposite me angrily.

Grandma, who had been sitting silently on the first seat, slapped the table hard and got up, "Mo Yan will follow me to the study."

In the living room, I, An Qing'er, and the old principal were left.

When I was contemplating whether to exit silently or say hello to them, An Qinger timidly got up and walked towards the old dean.

"Yulin, where have you been these days?"

There was a hint of shyness in the voice, like a young girl in love.

My heart trembled, and I got goosebumps all over my body. I wanted to leave, but the hidden gossip factor in my heart made me unable to take a step.

"It has nothing to do with you." The old dean stood up with a cold face and shook off her arm, turning around resolutely.

"Yulin, I really know I was wrong. I'm sorry, it's been so long, can you forgive me?" An Qing'er, who was pear blossoms and raining, grabbed the old dean's clothes tightly, "You have loved Linlin since childhood. , now that she has agreed to marry into Mu's family for you all, you can't forget..."

"I can forgive my child, but I can't forgive what you did. I promised you to live here for the sake of the two children. Don't force me to do anything else."

The old dean didn't even look back, he broke off An Qing'er's fingers one by one, and strode away, An Qing'er followed quickly, begging non-stop.

I sat where I was thinking, I really don't know what kind of good things my wonderful mother-in-law did back then to make the old dean hate her so much.

When Jiang Moyan returned to the room, he held me in his arms silently, resting his resolute chin on the top of my head, "I'll give it to you after the wedding."

The cold tone exuded a kind of coldness that penetrated my heart. The hand around my waist was icy cold, seeping into the thin fabric of my body and spreading into my lower abdomen, and the uterus tightened for a while.

I trembled all over, and nudged him, "I really don't need it."

The iron arms held me tighter, and my strong body was trembling slightly that I couldn't understand, and the gently rolling Adam's apple showed that he was very restless.

"You're not leaving me, are you?"

I don't know why he asked this question, I turned my face slightly, the penetrating eyes on his tired face were tightly closed, and the dense eyelashes trembled slightly.

I furrowed my eyebrows lightly, "What did grandma tell you?" He was normal just now, but his mood fluctuated so much in just a short while.

"answer my question."

The big hand clasped my face, and the clear eyes were only two or three centimeters away from my eyes, and I felt a bloody heartbeat.

"I have to ask you this question. If I want to leave, will you agree?"

The cool lips gradually turned up, and his face suddenly turned cold, "It's one thing for me not to agree, and you are not allowed to have such thoughts!"

The words fell, the footsteps sounded windy, and strode away.

I stood there in a daze, this man is really not the usual cloudy and uncertain.

Before the engagement banquet, Jiang Mu's family had a small family gathering. The thought of Mu Beichuan being there gave me a headache, and I secretly prayed that he would have some scruples because of his elders.

An Qing'er smeared my face all afternoon, and told me to speak and eat decently, not to lose face of the Jiang family, and I responded one by one.

Looking down at the light red tube top skirt on my body, my legs, which are rarely baptized by the sun, were very uncomfortable. I couldn't help stretching out my hand to pull it down, but my bottom was slightly elongated, and there was a chill on my chest, and the spring was endless.

An Qing'er, who was packing up her cosmetics, glanced at my cute look, and sneered, "I have never seen the world before, I really don't know why Mo Yan chose you in the first place! Let me remind you, be careful when you walk, your stomach is still a little bit Pregnant with a baby."

I glanced at the pair of shoes that were more than ten centimeters by my feet, blinked a few times, and looked bitter. This request was a little difficult, "Can I change a pair."

"Skirts and high heels can only be picked up. I can wear them when I am eight months pregnant."

I moved my lips and didn't continue to refute.

The sun was setting, the blood-red sunset reflected the old house, fearing that I would offend An Qing'er by putting on make-up, I kept obediently lying on the window sill, staring at the big tree and shouting cheerfully.

"Are you ready?" Jiang Moyan, who had gone out early in the morning, pushed the door open.

"Okay." I tapped my bare feet to find the shoes that I had just tried and left on the spot, and quickly put them on.

A pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in sight, and they kicked my heels, "Are you going to dress like this?"

It was cold, my voice was soaked in ice, knowing that he was deeply displeased, I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him.

"This... This is the clothes my mother made for me, isn't it right?"

Jiang Moyan tightened his iron fist hanging by his side, pursed his thin lips, and his eyes emitting infinite cold light quickly darted around my face, and finally hit my sight.

Seeing the fire in his eyes clearly, I couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls, "If you're not satisfied, I... I'll change again."

(End of this chapter)