Rich Woman Got Male Artist O Pregnant (Female A, Male O)

Ch 8

"No."

"I won't."

Xie Jun admitted that he was a stingy person. He had no money, so he cherished all the opportunities to get paid for his work. There should be nothing in the world that makes him more desperate than making money.

Love?

When it snows next year, he will be a 30-year-old man. An unmarried pregnant omega, a child with a rich man... Xiaomi?

Let's talk about ideals if you have nothing to do.

His positioning of himself is not accurate enough. Wen Jue is a rich man, but after all, she is unmarried... At most, I'm an omega raised by foreign bread, which is better than the mistress who shouts to kill.

The reporter was stunned and smiled and said, "Mr. Xie Jun really spoils his fans. He must love the stage very much. He loves his fans who have been supporting him all these years."

Xie Jun blinked and was very beautiful: "So, the 'books' must support our new movie Medicine to be worthy of the sadness of being single for so many years... Hahahaha..." The man inadvertently slit his wrist and moved the silver headset of the appropriate character into the camera to promote the film.

Wen Jue leaned against the sofa, and the big projection was too clear. The honey-colored transparent lip glaze on the edge of the man's headset inadvertently rubbed the man's lips in the projection.

She thought of that night, a night that she couldn't control her mental energy.

Put down the controller in your hand.

I handed it to the transparent glass jar beside me, and only touched the cold glass, and there was nothing left in it.

"Ming Queer." Wen Jue's voice spread to the outside through the doors of the hall.

The honest and honest beta came in. Ming Queer was the secretary sent by the lower branch family of the royal family to take care of all the daily life and work of Wang Jue. As long as Wang Jue shouts, he will always arrive quickly. Ming Queer has her own belief, which is beta's look up to the naturally powerful alpha crawler.

"Your Highness." He kept understanding and changing the title in the family palace.

Wen Jue raised his eyes and took a look. His eyes were less than the excessively gentle Confucianism in the past, and the whole stranger was casual.

"Where is the medicine in the jar?"

The woman's finger fell on the glass wall, and the sound of tapping echoed clearly in the hall.

Ming Queer looked back at all the glass jars in the reserve cabinet, and his little face was a little shocked.

That is... The weight of a whole month...

"Your Highness, did you eat too much last night?" Ming Queer came forward and looked at a lot of glass jars on the ground, which were stained with white sugar-coated remaining powder.

Wen Jue reached out and pressed his eyebrows and said, "I ate six cans in the past three days." Her tone was light and emotionless, and she had no feeling for the exaggeration behind these numbers.

Ming Queer couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. This medicine... Although there are no side effects... But I can't stand eating frequently, Your Highness...

"Your Highness... Medicine... Lao Wangjue has been cut off for you and said... I can only have ten cans a month, and I have finished eating this month... It's gone." Ming Queer's voice became smaller and smaller, and he could already feel the low pressure in the room.