Chapter 1622 The Great Director and His Little Wife (4)

"Who is your wife? Who is your son?" Jia Yin glared at him.

Ye Wuge replied calmly, "You are my wife and he is my son."

"Asshole, when did I agree to be your wife? Besides, I told you a long time ago that the child in my belly has nothing to do with you."

Jia Yin raised his hand to slap his palm away, then turned around and raised his hand to hit him.

Her belly was already big, so it was difficult for her body to turn. With such a sudden turn, her body didn't move, she only turned her head, and with a "Ah" sound, her neck was twisted.

Ye Wuge hurriedly stretched out his hand to squeeze her neck. While squeezing, he didn't forget to say, "Whose can it be if it's not mine? Be good, stop making trouble and go to bed. Going to bed late is not good for your health." ”

Even he himself didn't expect that on the night of An Ziqi's wedding, he used alcohol to attack and hit her with one blow.

He is indeed a genius, even God is helping him.

This child is the best gift God has given him.

Jia Yin covered her aching neck and gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll tell you, the child is Mo Qingyu's. Are you satisfied?"

Seeing her mention Mo Qingyu again, Ye Wuge just wanted to bring that guy back and beat him up.

"If I say he is my son, he is my son. You are not allowed to think about him again in the future."

Jia Yin angrily said, "You go find your woman, whoever you want, I will never give her a second look, and you don't care who I miss."

When Ye Wuge heard this, he reached out angrily and grabbed Jia Yin, directly blocking her little mouth to prevent her from saying anything that would anger him to death.

He knew that he was a bastard in the past and did many things that made Jia Yin sad.

However, he couldn't change those things.

He can only do his best to be good to her in the future.

"Ye Wu... Ge, go... um."

Jia Yin wanted to struggle, but was afraid of hurting the child in her belly, so she didn't dare to use force. Ye Wu Ge took advantage of it.

Bastard, this big bastard.

Thinking of all the bastard things Ye Wuge had done before and finding so many women, she didn't want him to kiss her.

Let him find his woman.

He raised his leg and bumped it between his legs.

"Hiss." Ye Wuge took a breath of cold air, let go of Jia Yin, arched his waist, and his handsome face was wrinkled.

Jia Yin watched from the side, biting his lip and whispered, "You deserve it. I told you not to kiss me."

Seeing a thin layer of cold sweat break out on his forehead, he hurriedly said, "Hey, how are you?"

Ye Wuge didn't reply to her. He was arching his waist in extreme pain and biting his teeth tightly. There were even thin traces of muscles on his cheeks, which looked extremely painful.

Jia Yin was really nervous now. Could she have really kicked him to pieces?

She remembered that she didn't use much effort.

He stood up hurriedly and walked to him, stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his head, and said nervously, "Hey, don't scare me. Does it hurt?"

Ye Wuge hugged his lower abdomen and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "It's okay, I don't feel any pain."

Seeing that he was in so much pain that he was almost speechless, Jia Yin gritted his teeth and asked anxiously, "Did the kick break it?"

"It's really okay." Ye Wuge shook his head with a painful expression on his face.

Seeing him in such pain, Jia Yin felt panicked and anxious.

He reached out and hugged Ye Wuge's neck, held his head against his chest, and tried to help him up, "How are you? Are you still in pain?"

"Yes." Ye Wuge nodded and responded in a muffled voice.