The Stolen Wife

　　In Brooklyn, late May and early summer; there was a thunderstorm outside, and the wind and rain were coming. 　　In the Lincoln Family Mansion, a gorgeous crystal lamp hung above the living room, projecting a beautiful misty halo. 　　Grandpa George was holding the jade cane faucet while sitting on the sofa majestically, looking at the little girl who had grown up under his eyelids since she was a child, and asked in a deep voice, \"Tell me the truth, is what I read from the newspaper true? You really booked a room with the prodigal son of the Robinson family?\" 　　Maine Taylor stood in front of the old man. Her whole body was cold, and her face was drooping, not knowing whether she was shy or ashamed, \"Grandpa, it\'s not what you think. I...I...\" 　　She couldn\'t clean up after being in a complicated situation. Everyone stared at her with scrutinizing eyes. They\'re either mocking or watching a good show. 　　She carefully glanced at the man who was sitt

　　Everyone\'s eyes sed on Jimmy Lincoln 　　The old man frowned, \"Jimmy, what do you mean?\" 　　Jimmy took something from his pocket and threw away the closed envelope with his one hand. His slender legs were wrapped in black trousers. He was tall and straight, and his brows were as cold as a moon. 　　He walked towards Maine who was stunned in the same place, looked at her fixedly, and said, \"Maine is pregnant with my child.\" 　　Maine was stunned and her face became paler. 　　She looked up at him incredulously, bit her lower lip and said tremblingly, \"Uncle, don\'t talk nonsense...\" 　　\"So, she can\'t marry Euan.\" 　　Jimmy\'s eyes remained unchanged. His faint pupils stared at the girl\'s small face for an instant, but he said to the old man every word. 　　\"Uncle...\" 　　Maine looked at him nervously as if drums were beating in her heart. 　　Grandpa George was frightened by the waves of fright. His chest hurts with ange

　　After Maine finished speaking, she regretted it, because she felt a chill in her back as his eyes were staring at her as sharp as a falcon. 　　\"Uncle, I just want to thank you for helping me out. But, I, I can\'t be with you.\" 　　It is even impossible to be with Jinn. 　　The man\'s upright body took two steps closer, and a masculine cold fragrance hit the tip of her nose. 　　\"Impossible? Tell me, the reason.\" 　　Maine\'s little hand was tightly clenched tightly. Her fingertips pinched into her soft white palm. Her nose was sweaty, and she slowly whispered, \"Because, because. I\'m pregnant. It\'s... it\'s Jinn\'s child.\" 　　Jimmy\'s pupils were startled, \"Pregnant?\" 　　Maine was stunned, and then went all out, nodding heavily. 　　Jimmy turned around and pushed her between the wall and his chest. 　　\"Pregnancy is not a joke. I can\'t just trust you.\" 　　\"I, I did a pregnancy test.\" 　　He suddenly grabbed her

　　Jinn said with sarcasm and said with evil eyebrows, \"Jimmy don\'t tell me, you want to eat grass on the edge of the nest? You are not a good rabbit who eats grass on the edge of the nest.\" 　　Jimmy figured out the situation, and there was nothing to talk about nonsense with Jinn. His voice was cold and indifferent. He stroked his cuffs and said, \"A good rabbit should know how to look for a good grass, but I am not a rabbit.\" 　　Jinn looked at the man\'s back and pointed at him, \"You are not a good rabbit, you are a big gray wolf! You can eat people! Hey! Hey! How dare you guys and the old man talk about my professional affairs!\" 　　Before leaving, he remembered what was going on, facing the tall and straight back. 　　... 　　Jimmy emerged and called his special Assistant. 　　\"Check the list of all the people who entered and exited the GK Hotel on May 28.\" 　　Ted said, \"Okay. Mr. Lincoln. By the way, Miss Maine has been sent home becau

　　The man suddenly released her, got up, and made a call-- 　　\"Secretary Ted, go to Nashville University to check whether Miss Maine did study on the evening of the 28th.\" 　　Maine was still sitting on the bed: \"...\" 　　The man closed the thread, he turned around and patted the little girl\'s sickly blushing face as if nothing had happened, with a warm smile on the corners of his lips, \"Come on, drink the ginger soup.\" 　　\"...\" 　　This man was clearly smiling, but Maine felt that he wasn\'t smiling. It\'s more like terrifying than not smiling. He doesn\'t laugh, at most it shows that he has a facial paralyzed face or an unhappy mood, but when he laughs, Maine can\'t pinch him. He is definitely smiling because he is in a good mood. In those long and narrow eyes, it is clear that it is triumphant and treacherous. 　　Thirty-two years old, mature and elegant, extremely cunning, succeeded in stepping on the corpse, no treacherous, no business.