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Even if the doctor had warned her to be careful, otherwise, even if she was pregnant, the chances of miscarriage were more than seventy percent.

Hehe, what's laughable is that she didn't even have the chance to be touched by this man and had instead helped her elder sister.

The air was filled with a male's Hull's Cute Aura, causing her body to heat up. Her hand started to light up on top of the man's body, trying to get him to compensate her once.

However, the man suddenly grabbed her hand and muttered in a displeased tone, "Don't move, I'm tired."

Tired? He was tired with another woman.

Behind him, the corner of Xia Ran's mouth curled up into a self-deprecating smile, along with an inexplicable hatred.

When Wen Xin returned home, she slept all the way until the afternoon of the second day. She was completely unconscious, and did not have the energy to do anything.

Furthermore, if she thought about the matter with Leng Jueye last night, she would be so embarrassed that she would want to die.

If it was said that she was drunk before, then last night, she had been clear-headed enough to bear the man's kiss, his breath, his warmth and his strength.

It was so clear, as if it was imprinted in her soul. Even she and her boyfriend hadn't progressed to such a level yet.

She thought that if she gave birth to this child, she would definitely not appear in front of this couple again.

She touched her belly and wondered what it felt like to have a child. If she gave birth to this child, would he be well cared for? Xia Ran obviously hated her.

She wished she had some kind of infertility, so she wouldn't have to suffer.

Two days later, she received a call from Duan Yang for her to pick up the plane.

Wen Xin had no reason to reject.

She called a taxi to the airport early in the morning. As Duan Yang was first class and came out from the VIP entrance, she had previously obtained a VIP card to enter the reception area.

Feeling uneasy, she walked into the VIP lounge. There were still a few minutes until the plane arrived. She leaned on the railing in a daze.

Suddenly, a group of people walked into the corridor. They were all in a neat row, and they gave off an extraordinary aura that made people cast sidelong glances at them. She turned her head to look at them.

Surrounded by a group of suited men, Leng Jueye's figure led the group as he walked over with an imposing manner.

He wore a black suit that accentuated his well-built figure. His hair was combed in a smooth manner, and his handsome, dark face was expressionless, as cold as a statue.

Wen Xin was so anxious that she instantly wanted to escape. She turned around with her back towards him, frantically pulling at her long hair, trying to cover her face.

At this moment, an excited figure walked out of the VIP entrance.

Duan Yang saw Wen Xin standing in the crowd, he happily threw the case to his assistant, and a handsome figure strode towards her, excitedly calling out to her, "Xiao Xin."

Wen Xin lifted her head, and just as she saw Duan Yang's face clearly, his entire body was pulled into his embrace and tightly hugged.

And this scene, was seen by Leng Jueye who was not far away.

Looking at the touching scene of the long absence of that sweet lover, he stood at another entrance, his eyes shining with indescribable emotion.

Like, displeased.

Duan Yang really missed Wen Xin so much. While he had been on a business trip in the United States for the past week, he thought about hugging her, kissing her and thinking about how he would be able to get her after he returned this time.

As expected, Duan Yang couldn't hold back as he grabbed the back of Wen Xin's head and passionately kissed her lips.

Not far away, Leng Jueye's cold, hawk-like gaze shot straight at him. He looked calm, but his anger was obvious.

His lips suddenly curled up as he walked towards that sweet little couple.