Sugar Mama Got a Male Celebrity Pregnant [Female A Male O] [ChatGPT Translation]

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In her hand was a small rectangular wooden piece with two red bars, a clear answer. Wen Jue held it in her hand and only glanced at it. She took a bottle of purified water from the bar, with a slightly crooked label on it, and chose to throw it into the nearby garbage disposal. She then took another bottle with a intact label, unscrewed the cap without drinking directly, but instead looked around and fixed her gaze on the red lacquered wooden cabinet opposite, where the glass cups were neatly arranged in compartments. She was not familiar with this villa. She owned many villas, mostly used to transfer some assets for diversification, and often the villas that could be remembered by address all had their own characteristics. Wen Jue put down the half glass purified water bottle and walked towards the old red lacquered wooden cabinet opposite. This cabinet was placed in a villa with a modern and simple decoration style and a wide view. . . When alone, the woman would relax her elegance and furrow her brow. "Doesn't match," her voice was concise and clear, evaluating the red lacquered wooden cabinet. Any of the crystal-clear cups placed in the wooden cabinet were worth a hundred times more than its price, yet they were accommodated in such a crooked cabinet.

She knew this was Xie Jun's masterpiece. Etiquette told her not to judge others' standards of appreciation casually. Wen Jue reached out and opened the thin, cheap red lacquer wooden display case, the connection between the pieces of wood even making an unbearable noise to the ears. This was the second time Wen Jue had frowned this morning. She took out an ordinary yet expensive glass. Once again, she closed the creaky old wooden door with a hoarse sound. She smoothly drank the first glass of pure water today, the slightly cool water sliding down her lips into her intestines, as if rinsing away yesterday's "dirtiness," Wen Jue once again regained a gentle and scholarly appearance. Just by turning her head, she could still see the small pieces of wood lying quietly on the table. The two bright red stripes on the wood pieces seemed to be showing off and. . . feeling wronged. . . Wen Jue indeed did not know enough about Xie Jun, even though the search engine results she had just searched for were [Pregnancy test strips have an accuracy rate of up to 90% for omega pregnancy tests].

Xie Jun showed off his pregnancy, feeling wronged by her suspicion. This is not difficult to guess. So he left the villa early in the morning, to the point where Wen Jue had no chance to take him to the military hospital for a check-up. Wen Jue's decisions usually do not exceed five seconds, because decisions made after five seconds are mostly negative. Since it was negative from the beginning, why waste time. She gave up her doubts and chose to accept. She might have her own offspring, which conflicted with her life plan, but it did not conflict with her commitment. Wen Jue often values promises more than life itself. "Ming Que Er, depart in five minutes." Wen Jue opened the terminal contact, picked up the deep blue and white military coat next to her, and walked towards Xuan.

The woman stood tall, her curly hair cascading down her waist without any restraint, gently brushing against the brown belt around her waist as she walked.

Wen Jue appeared in the meeting room approximately fifteen minutes later, precisely at twelve o'clock.

She stepped through the door.

"Wang Jue." Everyone's address was unanimous, this uniformity was awkward to the point of being somewhat abnormal, as the endings all fell into a straight line.

But rules are meant to be broken, the man's voice subtly contemptuous like a john to a prostitute after the fact.

Wen Jue furrowed her brows for the third time today.

The woman nodded, the gentlemanly air on her clean face softening the tone of the man not far away.

Everyone sat down following Wen Jue's posture, the man in a flashy close-fitting suit leaning against the conference table showed no intention of sitting down, his undoubtedly bright and sharp face, his dark eyes slightly elongated. Like a cheetah targeting its prey, crouching in the shadows to plan.