On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

Chapter 275 Serving

On the opposite side, Xing Mingyu just casually glanced at the gentle and handsome man in the opposite corridor, quickly retracted his gaze, walked calmly past Chen Zheng with his long legs.

As they passed each other, Chen Zheng was shocked by the man's extremely cold expression. Even though he didn't want to retreat, his body still uncontrollably took a step back when the man approached.

At the same time, the pain and despair in my heart surged up like a tide and reached its peak.

The noble man in a suit during the day, even though he was in pajamas and didn't say anything, just simply passing by, he felt a pressure like a mountain crushing an egg. How could he compete with the other party?

There's no way to win the fight!

Chen Zheng closed his eyes in despair. He stood there like a sculpture for a long time until he heard the footsteps of Xing Mingyu coming back. He no longer had the heart to pour water and went up to the third floor with the empty cup in his hand, like a walking corpse.

At this time, in Jiang Qianxun's master bedroom on the second floor.

Xing Mingyu pushed the door open carrying the hot milk and saw the young woman working on Chinese language at the small table next to the sofa. She had no time to pay attention to him at all.

She hadn't washed yet and was still wearing her white dress, but her loose hair was tied into a bun. She sat in front of a miniature notebook, her slender fingers moving very quickly on the keyboard.

As a workaholic, Xing Mingyu certainly knew that he didn't want to be disturbed when he was working. He walked lightly, sat down beside her with a cup in his hand, and naturally put his big hand around the little woman's waist.

Jiang Qianxun was handling Hua Wen's latest business when she felt a hot hand on her waist. She just glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye and felt that the big hand on her waist did not make any further moves, so she ignored it and continued to handle her work.

After finishing the emails in her hand, Jiang Qianxun habitually reached out to take the cup of water to drink, and at this time, a glass of milk was handed to her.

"Thank you." Jiang Qianxun took it and drank several small sips.

After drinking, she would stick out her tongue and gently lick the corners of her mouth.

Xing Mingyu's eyes were dark and deep, and his throat seemed to be tightening.

At this time, Jiang Qianxun had already read the email and found that everything had been dealt with. She closed the computer, turned around, and met the man's dark and hot eyes.

The magma that was about to erupt from inside almost burned her.

Realizing a possibility, Jiang Qianxun felt as if a nerve in her body was bitten by something, and she moved her body away from the man almost reflexively.

But the man was not willing to let her leave. His big hand tightened around her waist, and then became tighter and tighter.

"Xing Mingyu..." Jiang Qianxun put down the cup of milk in his hand and looked at him helplessly.

The man ignored her and tightened his hands around her waist, but in the next second, he pulled her up and said, "Are you done with work? I'll take you to wash up. It's past nine o'clock."

The expected thing did not happen. Jiang Qianxun was relieved at first, but when she heard the man's last words, her face turned red again.

"No need! I can wash myself!"

After saying that, she got up and went into the bathroom without waiting for the man to respond.

It was not until she locked the bathroom door and went in halfway to take a shower that Jiang Qianxun realized that she had escaped too quickly and had not even taken her pajamas with her.

She didn't bring her cell phone into the bathroom today, so she couldn't ask the man outside to hand it to her.

Not enough, we are all so close, it seems like it doesn’t matter…

Just as she was feeling frustrated, there was a knock on the bathroom door, and a man's magnetic voice came from outside: "The pajamas are on the small stool at the bathroom door."

Jiang Qianxun didn't expect this ending. She looked up at the ceiling. She didn't know if it was because of washing, but in the dressing mirror in front of her, her face was covered with a layer of pink.

After Jiang Qianxun finished getting dressed, she opened the bathroom door and returned to the bedroom. When she looked up, she saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed flipping through her childhood photo album.

Seeing that the man didn't notice her, the heat on Jiang Qianxun's face slowly subsided. She let down her long hair, sat on the edge of the bed, took off her wet white feet from her slippers, and shook them gently.

She has a foot towel, but seldom uses it because she likes the feeling of letting it air dry naturally.

However, before she could shake her feet a few times, the man who was looking at the photo album next to her got up and went to the bathroom. After a while, the man came out with a clean towel in his hand.

He walked up to her and squatted down, half kneeling.

Jiang Qianxun blinked her long curly eyelashes and looked at him with bright eyes filled with confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Help you wipe your feet." The man's voice was low and soft, and at the same time, a big hand grabbed her ankle.

Feeling the scorching heat of the man's palm, Jiang Qianxun was unwilling to let him help and tried to pull her foot back: "No... no, just let it dry naturally."

How could she let this high and mighty man wipe her feet? It wasn't like she was having a threatened miscarriage a few months ago.

But how could a man let a little woman run away like that? Her feet were thin, and with just a slight force from his big hands, he could easily catch her feet again and hold them in front of him.

"Waiting for it to dry is taking too long and it's getting late. I'll help you."

As he spoke, the man fixed her feet and wrapped them with a towel.

The towel was brand new, clean and very soft. Jiang Qianxun didn't notice it and her feet were wrapped by it. The towel was gently wiping her feet.

It's called rubbing, but it's actually a bit like pressing.

I guess he used this method because he was afraid of hurting her.

She could even feel the outline of the large hand through the towel.

Honestly, it's quite comfortable.

Is this why there are foot massage parlors?

Jiang Qianxun thought.

However, she didn't let her wild thoughts last long, because the next second, her thoughts were interrupted, because the man's hands that were wrapped around her feet had already dried the soles and tops of her feet, and put a finger between one of her toes through the towel.

Like fingers, toes are also her sensitive area. She still remembers the first time in Huai County when the man who kissed her whole body landed his thin lips on her toes. The feeling of curling...

At this moment, with the touch of the man's fingers and the picture in her mind, Jiang Qianxun's beautiful white toes curled up in the next second.

The gentle touch on her toes was like a fuse, like an electric current, slowly spreading from her toes throughout her body.

Jiang Qianxun had never thought that having her feet wiped would feel so strong and sensitive. It was even stronger than the feeling she had when a man took care of her threatened miscarriage a few months ago.

She couldn't help but curl her toes, and even her breathing became disordered, which was clearly audible in the quiet room.

Xing Mingyu had sharp eyes, so how could he not notice her movements and breathing changes? He knelt on one leg in front of her, and when he was rubbing her second toe with his fingers through the towel, he suddenly stopped moving. He stared at her with his hawk-like eyes, but his voice was low and hoarse.

"Uncomfortable? Too much force?"

Jiang Qianxun loosened her half-bitten lower lip with her pearly teeth, and directly reached out to grab the towel in the man's hand, and her voice was also soft: "Well, it's uncomfortable, I'll do it myself."

Eyes facing each other.

Xing Mingyu looked at the little woman whose ears were red, but he didn't intend to let go of the towel in his hand.

"Your belly is so big, are you sure you can do it by yourself?"

Jiang Qianxun was stunned.

Indeed, her belly was getting bigger and bigger. In another ten days or so, she would be seven months pregnant, which was the late stage of pregnancy.

In addition, she was already pregnant with two children and her belly was round. When she went out these days, she had been using the belly support belt that Xie Qiong gave her.

When taking a bath, she could no longer lower her head to wipe the area below her belly and could only rely on touch. Now if she was asked to lower her head to wipe her feet, she really couldn't do it.

There was no way to refute it, and it was impossible to let her feet dry naturally. In the end, Jiang Qianxun could only let go and let the man continue to help.

Xing Mingyu understood and continued to help her dry her toes.

Jiang Qianxun also tried to ignore the movement of her feet as much as possible. However, as the man's fingers rubbed between her toes again and again, with extreme care and meticulousness, she felt... uncomfortable.

It was a sensitive area and she was ticklish. After rubbing it, Jiang Qianxun didn't even dare to look at the handsome and noble man in front of her. She simply closed her eyes, grabbed the edge of the bed sheet with one hand, and tried to keep herself calm.

At the same time, she hoped the man would move faster and faster.

But the more she expected, the more time passed. Jiang Qianxun felt that the man was too meticulous about her right foot. He rubbed it for a long, long time, so long that she could not bear it any longer. She spoke softly with pleading.

However, with such emotion, her voice sounded a bit coquettish.

"Xing Mingyu...can you be faster?"

The man heard the voice and looked up at her again.

Jiang Qianxun just ran into the man's eyes and saw the emotions in them: deep, sharp and hot, which made her whole body tremble and her scalp numbed.

She knew very well that she could not let a man wipe this foot anymore.

She tried to continue to make excuses for herself and for him.

"I'm not used to having my feet wiped. And it's not the way someone like you should wipe my feet. Just let it dry on its own."

It's an excuse, but it's actually the truth.

Who could imagine that a man who was so high and mighty in the outside world was squatting in her room to wipe her feet? He was a famous business upstart in Beijing, a child of destiny, noble, aloof, and unattainable...

Many adjectives like these seem to be born for him. People like him are born to sit in a high position and direct the country.

Even in private, he should be reserved and not be so humble as to do such a thing for her.

To take a step back, even if she knew that this man was willing to sacrifice himself for her and be so humble, such closeness was not advisable.

Just like what she had seen on the news before, a husband, in order to express his love for his wife, actually asked to witness the birth of his wife on the day of delivery, so that his wife could feel his love for her giving birth.

But in the end, the man witnessed the baby coming out of the birth canal, suffered psychological trauma after the birth, and got divorced.

Being too close will actually cause you to lose a lot of beauty.

In her personal understanding, foot wiping falls into this category.

After saying that, Jiang Qianxun waited for the man to let go.

Xing Mingyu did let go and put her right foot down.

But in the next second, he picked up her left foot and wrapped it with a towel.

Jiang Qianxun: "......"

Xing Mingyu ignored her and used his fingers through the towel to carefully wipe the little woman's other foot more carefully and meticulously.

Such an action was not only embarrassing and sensitive, she even felt a sense of discomfort gradually rising in her body.

This discomfort not only caused her to curl her toes, but also gradually caused some unspeakable changes in her body.

Shame, embarrassment...

Different emotions flooded my body.

Xing Mingyu did not stop. He carefully wiped each toe of the little woman, and finally wrapped both of her feet with a towel, placing them on his bent slender knees, and finally pressed a few times with both hands with neither too much nor too little force to make sure that no place was missed.

Only then did he stand up by placing his hands on the edge of the bed while placing her fair little feet on top of him. He lowered his head and looked at the little woman trapped in front of him, and continued what she had just said.