As Nangong Yu spoke, he approached Song Yuli.

Just as Nangong Yu was a step away from Song Yuli, Song Yuli suddenly pulled out his phone, looking at him with some dissatisfaction, and said, "Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"

After seeing the photos on his phone, Nangong Yu's face immediately darkened.

This Jiang Yishuang!

With his thin lips slightly pursed, Nangong Yu silently looked at Song Yuli, remaining silent for a long time.

Upon seeing this, Song Yuli gently bit her lip, her heart sinking slightly, feeling somewhat disappointed.

Just as Song Yuli let his arms hang limply, Nangong Yu suddenly spoke.

His voice was indifferent and cold, devoid of any warmth, just like when the two first met.

So, do you believe it now?

Song Yuli lowered his eyelids and gently shook his head: "I don't believe it, but I feel uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu sighed softly.

As long as you don't distrust him, that's fine.

Stepping forward, Nangong Yu gently pulled Song Yuli into his arms, his tone slightly teasing: "So, are you jealous?"

Song Yuli was taken aback, then nodded heavily: "Yes, I was jealous!"

After saying that, she looked up and glared at Nangong Yu with displeasure: "You are the host of the banquet, why is Jiang Yishuang there too? Did you invite her?"

Before Nangong Yu could speak, Song Yuli continued, "You know perfectly well that Jiang Yishuang is your rumored ex-girlfriend. How can you appear in the same place with her like this? People will think you dumped me and rekindled your old flame with her!"

Nangong Yu raised an eyebrow: "You're carrying my child, do you think I'm such a heartless person?"

"snort."

Song Yuli snorted coldly, and said with a hint of arrogance, "Who knows? After all, men are all about beating pigs' trotters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Yu reached out and lifted Song Yuli's chin, then leaned down and kissed her deeply.

After a long while, Nangong Yu finally released Song Yuli, then leaned close to her ear and gently nibbled on her earlobe.

"Wife, I am your man, you have to trust me."

The warm breath sprayed on his skin, causing Song Yuli's cheeks to flush slightly and his body to tremble involuntarily.

Forcefully pushing Nangong Yu aside, Song Yuli immediately crawled into the quilt and wrapped himself tightly in it.

Seeing Nangong Yu approaching, Song Yuli spoke in an annoyed tone.

"Go take a shower. You smell of alcohol and other women's perfume."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "If you don't wash yourself properly, you'll be sleeping on the sand tonight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuli threw off the blanket and covered his head with it.

Looking at the bulge on the bed, Nangong Yu smiled indulgently, his hearty laughter echoing throughout the room.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli, who was under the covers, snorted in dissatisfaction.

...

Because of the successful collaboration with a foreign brand, Nangong Yu had a lot of free time for the next few days.

That day, Song Yuli lay on the sofa, her head resting on Nangong Yu's lap, watching a rather funny variety show with Nangong Yu with great interest.

Suddenly, Nangong Yu's phone rang. Song Yuli glanced at him, then focused entirely on the television.

Nangong Yu raised an eyebrow, secretly fed Song Yuli a small piece of apple, then picked up his phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Mr. Stell."