Chapter 1107: Li Hongjiao is pregnant

Zhao Yunxuan returned home in a car. At the door, he bumped into his cousin, Zhao Jiaming. There was a woman following him.

After a closer look, it turned out to be the poor miss of the Li family, Li Hongjiao.

Zhao Jiaming saw that his cousin was back and was very happy. He immediately went up to her and said, "Yunxuan, why did you go for such a long time.

Uncle, I've been thinking about you for the past two days."

Zhao Yunxuan revealed his signature smile. "Well, I just came back. Are you going to look for my dad? "

Zhao Jiaming nodded. "My second restaurant is opening the day after tomorrow. I just wanted to invite you guys over. "

Zhao Yunxuan was very happy when he heard that. "Yeah, go in and tell my dad about this. " However, when he saw Li Hongjiao, he asked, "cousin, it's not convenient for her to go with you, right? "

Zhao Jiaming thought about Li Hongjiao's current identity and felt that it was indeed a little inappropriate. "Go back to the car and ask the driver to take you to the mall to buy clothes. I'll be home in a while. "

Li Hongjiao was stunned. The two of them had originally agreed to go to see old master Zhao together. She had specially dressed up, but who would have thought that the result would be like this.

In fact, she was also very clear in her heart that the Li family was long gone, and she was no longer the second daughter of the Li family.

If she wanted to be with Zhao Jiaming, other than patience and hard work, she really couldn't bring out any capital.

"Yes, Jiaming, go home earlier! "

Zhao Jiaming nodded slightly, and let go of her hand. She held Zhao Yunxuan's hand, and the two of them chatted and laughed as they went in. Neither of them looked at her again.

Li Hongjiao was jealous. Her gentle expression had long disappeared, and her eyes were filled with viciousness.

Suddenly, she felt an itch in her body. She knew that it was bad, and her body started acting up again. At the same time, she was very glad that she did not follow them in.

She did not know what was wrong with her body. She needed to do that kind of thing with a man in order to stop the itching in her body.

Her face was already hot. In order to hide this matter, after she came back, she only slept with Zhao Jiaming once.

This was because as long as she had sex with a man, there would always be traces on the surface of her body. It would be bad if he found out about it.

She returned to the car and said to the driver, Ah Hu, "the usual place! "

Ah Hu understood and almost drooled. It was not the first time the two of them had been together.

It could be said that they were familiar with each other. Although it was a little strange, why would Li Hongjiao take a fancy to a burly person like him? However, she would be a fool if she did not take advantage of him.

Ah Hu could not care about other things. The two of them returned to Ah Hu's residence and quickly rolled together.

After doing it twice, Li Hongjiao felt that she had recovered. The number of episodes had decreased recently, but the timing of the episodes was no longer fixed.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her, causing her to lie on the side of the bed and vomit uncontrollably.

Ah Hu was so tired that he had already closed his eyes. Li Hongjiao looked thin and weak, and she didn't have low needs in that area at all.

Fortunately, they weren't together every day. Now she somewhat understood why Li Hongjiao was willing to be with him. It must be because young master couldn't take it anymore!

"Miss Li, what's wrong with you?

Did you eat something bad?

Why did you throw up?"

Li Hongjiao shook her head and suddenly thought of a possibility. Could it be that she was pregnant?

Although her private life had been very chaotic during this period of time, she had asked Ah Hu to take measures. Moreover, judging from the time, the child in her belly was definitely not his.

It could be Song Jian's. Because when she was having sex with other men on the way back, she had let them take it outside, so it could not be theirs.