Mr Left and Mr Right

“Miss Yao, this way please ." Said a man.

The man's words pulled me back to reality.

I bent down into the back seat of the car and the manager ran over, "Kiki, don't worry about your work. You won’t lose a penny."

His ingratiating words made me even more uncomfortable. That's not how he usually treats me.

Perhaps in his opinion, as I approached Jacky Hua , it would be against him if he didn't please me.

The man driving the car was in his late thirties, tall and handsome, and dressed in an elaborate suit. He kept glancing at me from the car's view mirror, "My name is Xuanlong Jiang, working for Fourth Brother."

I couldn't help but ask what I had always wanted to ask in my heart, "Hello, may I ask if Fourth Brother is Mr. Hua ?"

He glanced back at me slightly, a surprised look on his face, "You didn't know?"

So what does he mean that I should have known that?

Seeing my puzzled face, he went on saying, " Mr. Hua ranks fourth in his family for he has many brothers, and people in all walks of Hai City will call him Fourth Brother respectfully. Very few people call him name directly.

I let out a soft sigh and my mind began to wander again. My child, how could he be Mr. Hua 's? I didn't even know this man before, so how could I have been pregnant with his child?

in Grandma's mouth this

Hai City had a population of tens of millions, so naturally there were many people called 'Fourth Brother'.

brother”, Hao Wu and my mother-in-law had talked about,

was a voice in my heart that said, if there was such

I was ashamed of myself for having such thoughts. Obviously. I and Mr. Hua belonged to different worlds,

I snapped out of my rambling thoughts,

view, and I had seen the building before

States worked, so it is known as the "White House" of the Hai City. But there's no definitive clues online as to who exactly owns the building. All I know was that it was a private home building of some rich man in Hai City.

in front of“the White House”, as big as a football field, with two arches made

of white seats neatly arranged in the center of the

screen that repeatedly played the newlyweds' promotional video that I had already seen

was not very smarter, I could tell this was the scene of Mr. Hua's wedding.

married. Why did

the last row, urging me not to wander

to feel nervous, and I wanted to run away.But I hadn't seen Mr. Hua yet, and I still need him to help me find out the baby.

one after another, all in

of a group of celebrities in a mall work outfit with greasy

getting

a high-end and formal occasion really didn't suit me. I finally couldn't sit still, and I

instructed me to look after me,

'looking after me' meant having them spy on me and not letting me