Chapter 813
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Lu Jinshen's eyes darkened as he said sternly, "I'm not joking with you. If you don't take responsibility and leave, I... I will introduce Shuxin to Li Yang."
The smile on Huo Yanqing's face instantly faded. "Who is Li Yang?"
"He's Tong Wenbin's assistant. Have you forgotten that he and Shuxin helped Tong Wenbin clear his name?" Lu Jinshen knew that he had hit Huo Yanqing where it hurt, so he continued. "He tried to find out more about Shuxin in front of Qiao'er several times. He cares a lot about Shuxin and is a good person. He's a reliable man."
Huo Yanqing clenched his fist and punched Lu Jinshen's arm.
Lu Jinshen threw away the cigarette in his hand and held Huo Yanqing's fist. The corners of his mouth curved into a slight smile. "You're not going to wake up. Are you going to make her wait for you forever?"
"You're still going to fight, aren't you?" Huo Yanqing withdrew his fist and raised his leg to attack Lu Jinshen.
The two of them started fighting at the entrance of the villa.
In the living room, Tong Qiao and Shuxin were chatting when Lu Ziqian ran in hurriedly with a pale face. "Tong Qiao, your husband and Uncle Huo are fighting."
"Huh?" Tong Qiao was shocked. She supported her waist with her hands as she stood up from the sofa. "Where are they?"
Lu Ziqian pointed to the entrance of the living room. "Outside."
Shuxin had seen Huo Yanqing and Lu Jinshen fight before, so she wasn't worried. She was about to tell Tong Qiao not to go over, but the woman ran out of the living room in the blink of an eye.
Shuxin was speechless. How did she look like a pregnant woman? Didn't she say that she didn't like old men? Why was he running so fast?
Shuxin was afraid that Huo Yanqing and the others would accidentally hurt Tong Qiao, so she hurried over as well.
Lu Jinshen was in the middle of a fight with Huo Yanqing when he suddenly saw Tong Qiao running out with a big belly. He frowned and said, "Slow down."
Huo Yanqing had not practiced for a long time. He was completely engrossed in the exchange of blows between the two of them. Coupled with the fact that he could not see, he did not notice that someone had arrived at the door. When Lu Jinshen spoke, Huo Yanqing was still wondering in his heart. Was his attack that fast?
Lu Jinshen was distracted and was punched by Huo Yanqing's outstretched fist. He took a few steps back and said, "I'm not fighting anymore. Qiao 'er is coming."
Huo Yanqing hurriedly withdrew his hand. He wanted to ask if she was okay, but someone else beat him to it.
"Are you okay?" Tong Qiao ran to Lu Jinshen's side and looked at his chest worriedly.
Lu Jinshen's handsome brows were still furrowed. He said in a reproachful tone, "How many times have I told you? You're pregnant now. Don't be so rash."
"You still have the cheek to scold me. How old are you? Why are you still fighting?" Tong Qiao saw that Lu Jinshen was fine and was not willing to be scolded by him, so she immediately retorted.
Shuxin saw that the two of them were obviously concerned about each other, but none of the words they said were pleasant. She couldn't help but smile and said, "Qiao 'er, they're not fighting. They're just learning from each other."
Learning from each other?
Tong Qiao's little face turned slightly red. She was embarrassed for a moment, then she turned around and glared at Lu Ziqian. "Little devil, it's all because of your nonsense." After saying that, she thought of something and reached out to gently pinch Lu Ziqian's smooth and tender little face. "Also, how many times have I told you? He's your father, not my husband."
Lu Ziqian had a look of disgust on his face as he used his little hand to wipe his cheek that Tong Qiao had pinched. "Didn't we agree not to get physical? Why are you pinching me again?"
"I'll pinch you if you talk nonsense," Tong Qiao said as she reached out to pinch Lu Ziqian's little face again.
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