Chapter 1379: One More Time

Chapter 1379 Do it again

In a luxurious bedroom in Yurun Xinghui, Zhao Jianhui was leaning on the bedside, smoking silently. The soft goose-yellow silk quilt was removed. Dongfang Wenjing was lying next to him, revealing a lock of cloud-like hair and half of her delicate hair. Face.

"That Li Huaxiong is very capable..." Dongfang Wenjing said in a low voice: "He actually found out that I was involved in this matter, and asked a friend my father met in the business to pass the message, saying that in the worst case, everyone would die. …”

Zhao Jianhui smiled, then put out the cigarette butt, lay down, and hugged Dongfang Wenjing's sexy and smooth white body. Dongfang Wenjing, who had been tortured to death last night, was still sore all over. She felt Zhao Jianhui's impulse and couldn't help but trembled. She meekly reached down with her delicate little hand: "I'm telling you something serious, why did you... …”

"Please discuss your business matters with your sister. If Li Huaxiong doesn't act according to the rules, tell Yuan Yiyi and Michiko Ikeda that I don't care about those things..." As he spoke, he put his toes into Dongfang Wenjing's legs. Between the smooth pink legs, she slowly separated her two legs together.

"Then...then what do you care about?" Dongfang Wenjing pinched his place with her little hand and asked coquettishly.

Zhao Jianhui smiled slightly, turned over and pressed forward: "I am directly responsible for the hard work, ensuring harvest, and never ask about the process..."

"Ah...I care about the process...Oh, please slow down..." Dongfang Wenjing lay down, feeling Zhao Jianhui's entrance, and reached out to brush the messy hair in front of her eyes, her lips were half-opened, and her almond-shaped eyes were Blurred, her delicate appearance is even more charming.

"You seem to be more powerful than when we first met..." After the calm, Dongfang Wenjing smiled tiredly, rested his head on Zhao Jianhui's chest, and hugged Zhao Jianhui tightly with both hands. Smelling the fragrance of her hair, Zhao Jianhui smiled and said, "That's right, haven't you heard that Yu Lao Mi Jian said that I am like this?"

Dongfang Wenjing stretched out a finger, tapped Zhao Jianhui's nose, and said with a smile: "Smell, I'm really scared of you. It's time to get up. Sister Yun will be here soon..."

"Hey, it seems that my fighting ability is not good. How can you still get up now?" Zhao Jianhui said exaggeratedly.

Dongfang Wenjing couldn't help but giggle again: "Isn't there a saying that you haven't heard? Women are made of water, and softness can overcome strength. There is no damaged land, only tired cows?"

Zhao Jianhui smiled, hugged her tightly and said nothing. Such gossip in bed between husband and wife is very heartwarming.

After a while, Dongfang Wenjing whispered: "As a secretary, you should be more careful in the future. Don't provoke those girls who can't be provoked. Sister Yun was still very angry when she talked about it yesterday afternoon."

Zhao Jianhui was slightly startled, then smiled and said: "Okay, I remember." Yesterday afternoon, Long Lingyun convened a harem meeting. He was not qualified to participate. Unexpectedly, Long Lingyun actually talked about this issue specifically. I guess he said it very harshly. Otherwise Dongfang Wenjing wouldn't remind herself at this time.

Seeing his expression, Dongfang Wenjing shook her head and said, "No... we didn't mean that. I... since we are all with you, we are doing it for your best..."

Zhao Jianhui nodded: "I'm not angry. I understand what you mean."

Think about it, these confidantes have followed me through all the ups and downs over the years, and they have never had any excessive demands. Moreover, as some people gave birth to children and became mothers, they put all their feelings towards themselves and their children. On the other hand, if the ship capsizes because of women's problems, I feel really sorry for these women who follow me wholeheartedly.

As your status rises, some things will inevitably be noticed by others, and some things cannot be avoided. Just like this time when I suddenly ran to Treasure Island, no one really knew the inside story? If you think so, it would be a bit naive.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated. Zhao Jianhui picked it up and looked at the number. It was Zhao Xiaoting who was calling. Zhao Jianhui glanced at Dongfang Wenjing and answered the phone without moving.

This time during the Chinese New Year, several of Zhao Jianhui’s women were absent, such as Michiko Ikeda who was in Japan, Ellisbury in Alaska, and Nong Lan in Thailand. These three were foreigners themselves, so it’s not that they didn’t have any feelings about the Spring Festival. It’s just inconvenient to come here. Yang Xueying, who was in Shanghai, was embarrassed because of her identity. Zhao Jianhui himself had never said that she was his woman, and Yang Xueying herself was very self-conscious and would not appear next to Zhao Jianhui under normal circumstances.

However, Zhao Xiaoting was unable to come back because she was in Hong Kong at this time directing a group of her subordinates to launch a financial war with several listed companies of the Qingzhu Gang. Dongfang Wenjing and Liu Meiqi had both returned to the capital, and she had to stay and take charge.

When he received her call at this time, Zhao Jianhui knew that she must have something very important, so he didn't shy away from Dongfang Wenjing, who was lying in his arms, and directly pressed the answer button.

"Brother, is it convenient for you?" Zhao Xiaoting's very cautious voice came from inside.

Zhao Jianhui smiled and said, "What's the matter?" Hearing her words like this, Zhao Jianhui felt relieved. Since he knew how to ask if it was convenient for him on the phone, he decided that it was nothing serious. If there was something serious, she would definitely not ask this question.

"I..." Zhao Xiaoting hesitated, as if it was difficult to speak.

"What's the matter? Not enough money?" Zhao Jianhui listened to her hesitant voice, and his first feeling was that Zhao Xiaoting had failed in the battle and was a little embarrassed to tell him.

"No..." Finally, the little girl seemed to have mustered up her courage, and Zhao Jianhui could hear her loud breathing clearly on the phone: "I, I'm pregnant, and the due date is August next year." Zhao Xiaoting seemed to sigh after saying it all in one breath, and then there was a quiet moment, as if she was anxiously waiting for Zhao Jianhui's decision.

"Ah? What did you say? Are you saying it again?!" Zhao Jianhui was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic. Zhao Xiaoting has her own child? That's a big happy event. Long Lingyun's child is surnamed Liu, Ye Qiuyu's child is surnamed Ye, and other children such as Fu Di and Pan Feifei all have their mother's surname. The most annoying thing is that woman Michiko Ikeda, who gave birth to a child for me and named him Masao Ikeda. My flesh and blood actually got a Japanese name. It's really intolerable.

Now that Zhao Jianhui heard that Zhao Xiaoting was finally pregnant, one can imagine how happy he was. This child could finally have the surname Zhao, whether it was his mother's surname or his own. With the surname Zhao, no one could stop him.

Zhao Jianhui hadn't spoken for a "long" time, so Zhao Xiaoting asked carefully, "Brother, don't you want it? Then I will..."

"You dare? I'm just happy. What are you thinking about?" Zhao Jianhui was almost scared to jump off the bed when he heard her speak. "You are worrying about nothing. Others can give birth, so why can't you? If you have it, you have to give birth. This child has the surname Zhao. If something happens, I won't forgive you..."

Zhao Xiaoting finally breathed a sigh of relief. She could tell that Zhao Jianhui was really happy. The stone that had been weighing on her heart for these days finally fell to the ground. She giggled and said, "I, I'm afraid of you..."

Zhao Jianhui naturally understood what she was worried about. Didn't Zhao Xiaoting always feel a little embarrassed in front of her own people because she was originally a brother and sister? This girl, it's already this time and she's still worrying about this and that? So he smiled and said, "Well, let your subordinates do everything, and take good care of the baby. If there's any problem with the baby, I won't forgive you! There's no end to making money, if that thing is troublesome, just put it aside for now, it's no big deal."

"I know, brother!" Zhao Xiaoting laughed over there: "It's only been a few months, it's okay, I'll tell you when I get back, I... vomit..." Without waiting for Zhao Jianhui to speak, she quickly hung up the phone. From the sound, she seemed to have a strong reaction, and must have gone to the toilet to vomit.

Zhao Jianhui frowned while looking at the phone, and said to himself: "It seems that other women don't have this reaction when they are pregnant?" As he spoke, he lowered his head and saw Dongfang Wenjing looking at him with a smile.

"Xiaoting's call?" Dongfang Wenjing blinked mischievously: "When I came here, I felt that she was not right, and reminded her to go to the hospital for a check-up, but she said she had a cold. Now she is finally willing to tell you?"

"So you already knew it?" Zhao Jianhui smiled and stretched out his hand to grab her: "Such important news was not reported earlier, right..."

Dongfang Wenjing pouted: "Humph, this child's surname is Zhao, naturally someone will feel sorry for her, why do we worry so much?"

Zhao Jianhui's palm gently # # # on her plump chest, with a comfortable expression on his face, he said with a smile "Are you jealous? Then try to have another child. This time, my mother won't let the child take her surname Min, right?"

Dongfang Wenjing chuckled and rolled her eyes at Zhao Jianhui: "That's hard to say! Hey, if that's the case, if I get pregnant again, do you want it?" Zhao Jianhui laughed: "Haha, why wouldn't I want it? No matter what his surname is, he's my own child... Otherwise, let's try again and see if we can have one..."

Just at this time, Dongfang Wenjing's mobile phone music rang. She used a Cantonese song as her ringtone, which was obvious at first glance. Dongfang Wenjing answered the phone, and Ye Qiuyu's voice soon rang in the microphone: "Hey, why don't you get up when the sun is burning your butt? Everyone is here, waiting for the parents to scold them, why are you occupying it all the time?"