The Perfect Hidden Marriage

  242, if I’m really pregnant, it’s definitely not yours

  Yang Jiahui was startled and smiled, as if he had heard a big joke:

   "Bo Feihong, what are you on? How can I be pregnant?"

   "I didn't do anything that day!"

  Bo Feihong answered very seriously and earnestly, and his voice was loud, so that people passing by could hear it, and he took a deep look.

  Yang Jiahui was extremely embarrassed, her face flew uncomfortable, her heartbeat speeded up, but her tone was calm:

  "Don’t worry, I still have this self-protection measure. I take the 72-hour emergency contraceptive pill on time. So, if I’m really pregnant, it’s definitely not yours."

  "..."

"Bo Feihong, I have a boyfriend. What happened between us before was an accident. We are all grown-ups. It’s good to have played. Please don’t mention it in the future. If my boyfriend knows about it, you let me What should I do? This matter, you and I, have forgotten... it is good for you and me..."

  So, it’s white enough!

  In the future, he should not disturb her life again...

  Bo Feihong understood. She kept her distance because she didn't want her boyfriend to misunderstand, and she didn't want to give birth to other inexplicable troubles.

  He nodded faintly:

"I see."

  Count that he is passionate.

  Now he is truly relieved.

  It's best if you are not pregnant.

   "Then why are you vomiting like this? Where is the person uncomfortable?"

  He asked calmly.

  "Who would not feel uncomfortable seeing a dead person? If you really care about me, please buy me a bottle of ice water, I have to press the stomach in my stomach and feel uncomfortable. Don't worry, it will be better in a while."

  Yang Jiahui felt that uncomfortable energy was coming up again, her tone was slow, and she asked him for help.

   "Wait!"

  He went to a nearby 24-hour convenience store, and when he came out a short while later, he was holding two bottles of Nongfu Spring in his hand.

  It is really ice.

  She received the hand, said "thank you", raised her neck, and started drinking.

  The feeling of coldness suddenly suppressed the uncomfortable energy.

   "It's eight o'clock, are you sure you won't go to dinner?"

  He also unscrewed and took a couple of sips. Seeing that her complexion was finally recovering a little bit, he asked in a low voice.

"I go home to cook porridge and drink. I go to bed after drinking. Others have no appetite. Greasy. You go back! I'll be fine! There are only two or three stops to go over here. I'll just walk by myself... Ah, what do you do? Well…"

  This person did not ask any questions, so he pulled her and walked into his car.

   "If I don't send you home, it will be difficult for me to deal with each other. Yang Jiahui, when did you become so constrained?"

  Bo Feihong is a little upset. Where is the little woman who used to drink and guess the boxer with him?

   Knowing this would happen a long time ago, he would definitely not fall on her impulsively. Now that it’s like this, both of them feel awkward, and even friends don’t have to do it. This is really annoying.

  Yang Jiahui touched her hair, and remembered the bits and pieces she had experienced with this person before. It felt like dreaming—two people who once felt so comfortable together, how come they are unfamiliar now. Sex, did not catalyze their development towards a benign development, but worsened the relationship.

  She didn't refuse any more, he gave it away.

  At the community, she thought, this time, she can finally get rid of him!

   Originally, she was going to say: "Bo Feihong, it's not early, I won't ask you to go up for tea... Just don't pass it."

  Who knows that he preemptively said: "Yang Jiahui, don't you want to make porridge, and help me make one too. I'm hungry, so I can just eat some food with you, okay?"

  She opened her mouth and was about to say "No" when a delicate and crisp voice called her:

   "Yang Hui!"

   Hearing the sound, Yang Jiahui turned her head and looked, a middle-aged beautiful woman in professional attire came out of the community, not someone else, but her mother Qiu Mizhen.

   "Mom, why are you here?"

After Qiu Mizhen approached, his gaze swept over Bo Feihong's body, she frowned unconsciously because of the scar on her face, and took Yang Jiahui to leave, showing displeasure on her face, and said softly. One sentence:

   "What kind of stubborn friends do you have?"

  Her mother always speaks straightforwardly.

  Yang Jiahui was embarrassed for a while, her tone was helpless:

  "Mom...Don't always judge people by their appearance, okay..."

   "It's so fierce and vicious, don't talk to each other. It makes people scared to look at it."

  Although the voice was soft, who made Bo Feihong's ears good? Hearing it all.

   "Leave, go home...Why did you come back so late? Your dad made soup for you at home in the afternoon and came to find you. It's good for you, and there was no one who ran away..."

   "Didn't I tell you? An accident happened to Xiaotong's house."

   "What kind of bad luck have your friends have recently? There have been accidents one after another...there is a **** disaster in the house, I see you..."

   "Mom...that's my best friend...what does a friend mean? Do you understand..."

"Understand and understand...Yes, do whatever you like, just pay attention to your own safety... We came to tell you about the blind date. This time, you are not allowed to play tricks on me again, tomorrow, you You have to show me honestly...I’m already twenty-six, and if you don’t marry, there are no good men, and the rest are all second marriages. Please don’t be so careless about the major events of your life. Okay..."

  Qiu Mizhen walked, chattering in her mouth, not saying hello to Bo Feihong at all.

  Anyway, she doesn’t recognize this person, and doesn’t want to recognize it, so politeness doesn’t matter.

When Yang Jiahui turned her head to look, Bo Feihong had already walked away.

Ugh!

  She sighed faintly in her heart.

  If you let your mother know that she is pregnant with the child of the man just now, what will it be like?

   is really unimaginable.

   "Hey, I said, you bad boy, what's the matter with you, I'm talking to you, where did your mind go?"

   Qiu Mizhen pulled her ears, her tone was so helpless.

  *

  Bo Feihong sat in the car and walked aimlessly in the street.

  I finally saw the Yang family’s parents. As expected, they didn’t want to see him at all: Seeing this scar on his face, he felt that he was unkind.

He touched his face, okay, he didn’t look good at all: if it sounds nice, it means full of masculinity; if it sounds ugly, it means a big King Kong... When his face is not bad, he reluctantly makes up for it and has a bad face. After that, the whole face of debt collection.

  He laughed at himself. Fortunately, he has the name of foresight!

  A girl like her should marry a man of equal rank.

  What is he?

What is the difference between    and trash?

  The phone rang at this time.

  He took a look, but it was Yao Fusheng who called.

   "Boss Yao, what is it for you?"

  He spoke lightly, inexplicably unhappy.

   "Oh, brother Bo, where is this, can't I call you and get in touch with you if I have nothing to do?"

  The voice has long since disappeared from the previous domineering, but has become charming.

  He couldn't help but smile:

   "A rough person like me, Bo Feihong, has always been sent by Boss Yao. If I connect with feelings, I'm not qualified..."

   "Ouch, brother Bo, don’t say that. If I think I’m blind, I’m not going to know until today. It turns out that you and the second son of the Xiao family are dead friends. What a disrespect and disrespect!"

  Heh, I really know how to inquire. After a while, I have found out all of Jin Hengyuan’s background.

   "What a fateful acquaintance. Thanks to Xiao Xiao, he can afford it and give me a bite of food. Whoever works part-time is not part-time job, do you think it is. Come out to mix, just to live comfortably."

   "That's that."

Yao Fusheng responded: "If you can follow Xiao Er Young Master, it will definitely be a beautiful future... Or, Brother Bo will introduce me to you... Let me tell you, about the Zhang family, I am absolutely innocent. Yes. Someone deliberately wants to play Zhangjia. I just saw the money open, and it would happen like this. I couldn't think of it... Open the door to do business, and everyone wants to be auspicious. Once such a bad thing happens, it will affect the company's reputation... "

   "Someone deliberately played Zhangjia?"

  This sounds strangely interesting:

"How to say?"

   "Uh, this matter, can I see Xiao Er Shao face to talk about it?"

  It seems that this person is deliberately throwing ideas at him!

  Bo Feihong thought for a while: "Okay, I'll go back and say hello to Xiao Xiao, and then contact you."

  So and so, after he has dealt with this old ~ Jianghu a few more words, this is regarded as dismissed.

  After hanging up, he immediately called with Jin Hengyuan: "Xiao Xiao, Yao Fusheng just called me and said that it was Zhang’s family that had other secrets, and he wanted to meet you again. Would you like to make an appointment?"

  Jin Hengyuan thought about it over there: "Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"it is good!"

  He wanted to hang up, Jin Hengyuan stopped him:

   "Lao Bo, where are you now?"

   "I just sent someone home, on the way back."

   "Did you leave for dinner?"

  Jin Hengyuan asked lightly.

"At the gate of the community, Yang Jiahui's mother saw me, and they are going to go on a blind date tomorrow... Xiao Xiao, can you take care of your troubles without me? If you don't do so many serious things, learn to be a matchmaker? Impossible? of."

  "Whether it is possible or not, starting today, your task will be aggravated..."

"What's the meaning?"

   "The bodyguard I looked for before will report to you later, and I will add a few more. These days, you have to work overtime for me?"

  The solemn tone made Bo Feihong wink:

"What happened?"

   can actually make this an enemy.