Purchased A Mr. Right

After Anthea's pregnancy, she got lazy. As long as she returned home, she would spend most of the time on bed.

In the hospital, her workload was alleviated a lot.

The night shift had been cancelled. She would see patients during the day. Occasionally, she would have an operation and her workload would be acceptable.

It was night, and, outside the window, the sky was filled with stars.

After Adam came out of the bath, he saw her sitting cross-legged on the bed with her belly in her hands. It seemed that she had just finished answering a call as her cell phone had just been put down. He hugged her from behind and asked, "Who's calling?"

"It's Young Master Chiang!" Anthea replied.

Hearing this, Adam's face darkened and he snorted coldly, saying, "What does he want?"

Anthea said with a smile, "At the wedding, the little white rabbit he brought with himself knocked over the dessert table. He said that he would invite us to dinner to make up for it! Well, we were discussing

this!"

Adam said directly, "No way."

Anthea was speechless. She had already agreed!

Emerson mentioned on the phone that it would be four people. She was quite curious about that little white rabbit!

She was pregnant at the moment, and Adam did not take her for honeymoon after the wedding. He planned to wait until after the labor. The couple only lived in Francis for several days. And they returned in a hurry because of a new mission.

She had been pregnant for five months, and her belly was like being stuffed with a rubber ball.

However, although her belly was much plumber, it did not affect her figure, and it seemed to have made her look more graceful, and her skin became more smooth and delicate than before. Every time he caressed her, he was unwilling to let go.

Adam was very restrained.

He didn't dare to have sex every night like before, worrying that such acts would hurt the child, so he only dared to ask for it twice a week.

It was just that sometimes, being seduced by her, he would feel extraordinary uncomfortable.

Just like this moment, she leaned in his arms like a cat, so tightly, and from time to time, she would do one or two petty actions. Adam's Adam's apple rolled.

But she didn't know that she had seduced him. She was blinking her eyes and looking at somewhere on the ceiling in a trance.

Adam lifted her chin and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Anthea replied honestly, "Thinking about Young Master Chiang!"

Emerson was surrounded by women. She had seen him surrounded by women many times, and each time by different types. But most of them were mature and sexy. The little white rabbit she had seen at the wedding wasn't anything close to his type.

But it was not absolute. He had once flirted with her...

Hearing her words, Adam was furious. "Anthea, you're pregnant with my child and lying on my bed. How dare you think about other man!"

Anthea sniggered and quickly coaxed him.

Adam was set on fire and lifted her up with his long arms and then laid her on the quilt. His tall body covered her...

The room was filled with the sound of breathing.

On the same night.

A business purpose car was running fast in the night.

The driver in front saw from the rearview mirror that his boss was frowning, so he stepped on the accelerator to drive faster.

After Emerson hung up and was ready to continue working overtime to examine and approve the documents, the phone rang again unexpectedly. After hanging up this time, he grabbed the suit jacket and strode to ask the secretary to prepare a ride.

Finally arriving at the destination, the driver braked the car.

Glancing at the building with a police badge, the driver said carefully, "Young Master Chiang, we're here!"

Emerson replied with a "hmm". Before the driver could open the door for him, he had already strode into the police station.

As soon as he entered the police station, a deputy director came up to him and said, "Young Master Chiang, what brings you here?"

Emerson's eyes were covered with a layer of languor, His elegance and charm and his aura made the police station seem narrow and small. Many policewomen couldn't restrain themselves from giving him a glace.

He seemed to have gotten used to it. The smile on his lips seemed evil, but it actually showed distance.

Emerson had a brief greeting with the deputy director and explained the purpose of his visit, "I'm here to pick up someone!"

Hearing that, the deputy director immediately called his subordinates to find out what was going on.

Then, he personally led the way.

Emerson followed him with one hand in his pocket. Entering the innermost room, he glanced around and finally fixed his eyes on the men and women squatting in a row at the corner of the wall.

An angry police officer standing in front of them was questioning them. The men and women bowed their heads and was all in silence, like students who were being reprimanded by their teacher. In the noise, a girl with red hair looked up.

She pointed at Emerson and shouted at the police, "My uncle is here, hey!"

Emerson's eyes twitched.

The girl had already jumped to the front of him like a rabbit, and the red hair on her head was swaying along.

She threw herself into his arms, wrapped her soft hands around his waist, and said with her lips pursed, "Uncle Emerson, why are you so slow? I'm terrified!"

Emerson reached out to hold her and endured the twitching of his eyes, "Let's go home now!"

The deputy director escorted them out of the police station, "Young Master Chiang, is this girl named Bunny really your relative?"

"Yes!" Emerson nodded.

The Deputy Director rubbed his hands and said with an ingratiating smile, "Ahem, I'm really sorry! Please cease your anger. My men were not clear about it! Is this relative of yours had just moved here or had returned from abroad recently?"

Emerson coughed and said, "I picked her up from the street!"

The deputy director was stunned.

When they returned to the villa, Emerson's smile disappeared.

The girl who followed him into the house also seemed to have realized that she had made mistake again. She kicked off her shoes and ran upstairs with bare feet.

As soon as the petite figure climbed up the stairs, Emerson's voice came from behind, "Come here,

Bunny!"

The girl hesitated for a few seconds. Fearing that she would make him angry, she turned and walked down slowly.

She looked at Emerson whose eyes used to be full of languor but were full of gloom at this time. The girl's hands were clasped in front of her, and she moved in front of him step by step. She was like a pet in the house, observing the master's face to decide whether to approach.

The Bunny said in a low and muffled voice, "Emerson, it's my fault!"

Although she apologized, her voice rose up in a charming manner.

She didn't realize she was wrong at all!

Emerson seldom got angry. However, once he was angry, he was expressionless and looked terrible. At such times, the employees in the company would all stay away from him as much as possible. When he was about to speak harsh words to her, the girl suddenly jumped on him.

Two small hands were clinging tightly to his neck. Her petite figure were embedded in his arms, almost inseparable, and her eyes were wet as she looked at him.