Ye Jiaqi's long hair hangs on her shoulders, and the soft hair makes her face more gentle.

She took a sip of boiled water, her eyes filled with tenderness.

After listening to the voice message again, she saw Josnian calling.

Ye Jiaqi answered the phone and leaned her head gently on the pillow. The warm orange light coated her skin with a layer of gold.

Josnian was still standing outside, still drunk and a little drunk in his eyes.

"Does it sound good?" he asked.

Ye Jiaqi smiled and teased: "Are you referring to the content of the story or something else?"

"Little thing." He smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"President, you are drunk." Ye Jiaqi said, "If you were not drunk, you would not be able to tell me stories."

"Why is it impossible!" Josnian's tone was a little dry.

"You don't like him." Ye Jiaqi said calmly, "You said it a few days ago. You won't forget it so quickly. Just call him... forget it."

She couldn't say the words "little oil bottle".

How could you give up your own flesh and blood?

She touched her belly to comfort the little one.

"Ye Jiaqi...you..." Josnian hesitated, clutching his phone and frowning.

"Huh?" Ye Jiaqi rarely saw Josnian like this. He always killed decisively and rarely hesitated.

"You..." Josnian hesitated for a long time and finally asked, "Who do you like."

Ye Jiaqi was stunned for a moment: "Who do I like?"

"idiot."

"..."

"Do you like Cheng Yuzhi or Josnian?"

"..." This time, it was Ye Jiaqi's turn to be confused and didn't say anything for a long time.

This was the first time that Josnian asked her such a question so straightforwardly, so straightforwardly that he had nothing to hide, like a restless adolescent boy who wanted to ask for an answer with hesitation.

However, because the answer was uncertain, he was nervous.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

The breathing on the other end became rapid, accompanied by the "whirring" sound of the wind outside.

"Forget it." Josnian took the initiative and smiled, "You don't have to answer me."

Why do you have to stick to this answer?

What if it's an answer that disappoints him.

Or maybe he and the man named Cheng were not as good as her late husband.

My head hurts a little.

Ye Jiaqi was a little emotional.

He lost their shared memories of more than ten years.

In those years, she confessed her love to him, but he forgot...

"President, tell the baby another story."

"Huh? If you don't talk about it, what's the point of talking about it?"

"When he is born, I will hold him for you."

"..." Josnian was moved.

"The little guy is soft and cute in your arms. He will smile with you."

"..." Josnian couldn't resist the temptation.

"Say?"

"..." Josnian was so eaten up by her, "Wait a minute."

Ye Jiaqi smiled, with the corners of his lips rising like the spring breeze of a willow in March.

"Ye Jiaqi, has Cheng Yuzhi told your baby a story?" There was a hint of jealousy and drunkenness on the other end.

"No."

"Actually, I can..." Josnian paused.

"Huh?" Ye Jiaqi was surprised, "What can it be?"

"I can tell your baby a story face to face so that he can hear it more clearly."

"Really? Then you said he was an unwanted child, and he heard it clearly."

"..." Josnian was speechless for a moment.
Chapter completed!