Drifting Towards You

But more often, Yaoji would guard the entrance of the stairs. As long as Su Xiangwan got off the stairs, it would run up and wag its tail, pestering her to play.

"It should be, we just do what the next person will do." Madam Rong said pointedly.

"I know, Ma Rong." Han Jiaqing smiled at Ma Rong, but her smile was a little gloomy.

Ma Rong sighed and patted Han Jiaqing on the shoulder: "Jiaqing, I know your thoughts, but now the relationship between the wife and the young master is very good, and there will be a little young master now. If you can have a chance, there will be a long time ago. Chance."

Han Jiaqing's hands hanging down beside him clenched into a fist and remained silent.

Madam Rong continued to persuade her motherly: "After all, your parents saved the old lady and old man, and their status is naturally different from that of ordinary servants. As long as you don’t have any unreasonable thoughts, you won’t have to worry about a good way out in the future. ."

Han Jiaqing's face was a bit ugly, but she still squeezed out a smile stiffly: "Ma Rong, who I understand."

"Just understand, just understand, don't ruin yourself for the rest of your life."

Rong Ma breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, she grew up watching Han Jiaqing, anyway.

Except for the thoughts he shouldn't have for the young master, in fact, he is usually a good boy.

Madam Rong didn't say much, took a picture of her hand, and turned to work.

Han Jiaqing stood in place with scarlet eyes.

Yes, she knows the truth.

But she just can't do it!

She always thought that the young master was only a momentary freshness to Su Xiangwan, and that this freshness would pass one day sooner or later.

Unexpectedly, almost a year has passed.

The relationship between the two is getting better and better.

Even now, that **** is pregnant with a child!

Han Jiaqing knew in her heart that once she gave birth to her child, she was afraid that no one would be able to shake her position again.

As for her, it's hard to have any chance.

Therefore, she will never let this child be born, absolutely not!

Han Jiaqing glanced upstairs, sneered, turned and left.

After half an hour.

Mu Beiting came back, glanced at the Yaoji by the stairs, and went straight upstairs.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, she walked to the sofa and hugged Su Xiangwan on her lap, and kissed her little cheek: "I don't think I have."

Su Xiangwan gave him a glance before walking for a few hours.

She ignored him and watched TV intently.

She is chasing an animated cartoon recently and intends to cultivate a common language with her baby.

Mu Beiting was a little dissatisfied, and squeezed her small face: "Late night."

"Think about it..."

Su Xiangwan was helpless, this man was worse than a child.

Mu Beiting snorted and pestered her for a long time.

At this moment, Han Jiaqing was in her bedroom, holding a packet of powdered medicine tightly in her hand, looking extremely nervous.

After taking a few deep breaths, she stuffed the powder into the pocket of her jacket, let out a light breath, and went to the kitchen for a round.

"Will today's food be too light?"

The chef replied: "Madam can't eat too greasy things, the master specially asked to be light and nutritious."

A flash of resentment flashed through Han Jiaqing's eyes. Is it great to be pregnant?

She wants to see, can she be so arrogant without the child?

Thinking about it, she glanced over today's meal.

Four dishes and one soup.

A lighter cabbage meatball soup.

Han Jiaqing's heart beat faster, and looked up at the movements of several chefs and servants.

There are a lot of people in the kitchen, but fortunately the kitchen area is large and there are many areas.

She turned her body slightly, looked at the food in front of her and said, "Master Liu, today's food looks so appetizing, can you keep me a portion too?"

While pretending to be casual chatting, she quickly opened the powder in her hand and poured all of it into the bowl of soup.