Chapter 76
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The little girl secretly looks at Fu Zhen, who is sitting on one of the benches, and looks at her bulging abdomen. She has to be pregnant for at least five months. She has not heard of anyone in the company who has been married recently.
No, although no one is married, but someone is divorced. Manager Wang seems to have divorced Mrs. Wang a while ago because he was looking for a junior. Moreover, he heard that Xiao San is also pregnant. The bright top on manager Wang's head is very bright, and he has a beer belly about the size of Fu Zhen.
The little girl looked at Fu Zhen with sympathy, but Fu Zhen didn't know what happened.
The elevator came to the first floor from the 11th floor, and opened to both sides with a ding. The person who came out of the elevator was manager Wang.
When the little girl looks at Fu Zhen, the sympathy in her eyes is even stronger. If you can't find a good beauty, why do you have to find manager Wang? It's just that Deng Chanyu matches tuxingsun, Pan Jinlian matches Wu Dalang. The little girl sighs in silence. Why do beauties always like to play with bears.
Manager Wang took a look at Fu Zhen sitting on the bench, but did not say anything. He continued to walk outside the company.
It's not him. The little girl breathed a sigh of inexplicable relief.
After a while, the elevator came down again. This time, the president came out of the elevator. The little girl thought that the president might have gone out for social intercourse. However, Secretary Dong didn't accompany him. Was it a date?
But then the little girl saw the pregnant beauty standing on the bench, and their president also went straight to the pregnant beauty, holding the beauty's hand and whispering to him, "has it been a long time?"
Fu Zhen shook his head: "no, just for a while."
Jiang Hengshu took over Fu Zhen with a canvas bag in his hand: "go up."
"Are you done with your work?" Fu Zhen asked.
"There's not much left."
……
The little girl looked at the back of the two people leaving together, and row after row of question marks slipped from her heart. Is this beauty the president's wife? I haven't heard of the news of their president's marriage. Look at his baby.
The news was so shocking that the little girl could not digest the news completely in a short time. When she finally got back to her senses, she immediately picked up her mobile phone and put the big material out of the company group. The originally quiet wechat group became active in an instant.
Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen to his office on the top floor. Fu Zhen opened the packing boxes on his desk one by one, and said to Jiang Hengshu, "they are all small desserts. They won't taste too much."
Jiang Hengshu looked at the lunch box that almost placed the whole desk: "take so much?"
"When I'm free at home, I'll do more."
"Did you have lunch?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.
Fu Zhen sat down on the sofa: "I ate some by the way while making these things. I'm not hungry yet."
Jiang Hengshu sat behind the desk, took a peony egg yolk crisp and put it into his mouth. Fu Zhen immediately got up from the sofa, went to the desk, bent down, and put his arms on the table. His eyes were shining on Jiang Hengshu and asked him, "is it delicious?"
"Delicious." Jiang Hengshu said with a smile.
"And this pudding, which is strawberry flavored, I specially refrigerated it in the refrigerator for a while and tried it." Fu Zhen brought the spoon to Jiang Hengshu's mouth.
When Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu are in the office, countless girls in the company are broken.
Who doesn't have a dream to marry into a big family? What's more, the new president is young and handsome. Even if he can't get married and fall in love and sleep, he will not suffer any loss. But how can they do it now?
Someone secretly inquired Jiang Hengshu's secretary: "Secretary Dong, who is the president inside?"
However, Dong's secretary was very impersonal and said without expression: "it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to inquire."
The man had to go back to his job and cry with his sisters in the group.
Knowing that Jiang Hengshu didn't like sweets very much, Fu Zhen didn't put too much sugar when he made it. He only brought him one or two pieces of each. Jiang Hengshu quickly emptied the packing boxes. He looked up at Fu Zhen, who was lazily paralyzed on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and said to him, "if you are tired at noon, you can rest for a while. There is a bed inside."
Fu Zhen shook his head: "not tired."
However, Fu Zhen yawned after a while, and there was more than one. Jiang Hengshu chuckled at his appearance and said to him, "go to bed first. I'll leave work early today and take you out to eat delicious food."
Fu Zhen gave a cry, rubbed his face, yawned, and walked to the bedroom in the office.
The company's news group has never been so lively. During the lunch break, everyone didn't have a good rest, and they all talked about the pregnant beauty who came to the company today. More importantly, the beauty has not come out since she entered the president's office. Two people can't point out that they are doing some shameful things in the office. The office is full of feelings.The content of the chat group gradually began to stray from the topic, like a yellow light suddenly shrouded the company, and some female employees even spread small yellow words in private.
President Jiang Hengshu, who was discussed by them, was working hard in his office at this time. Fu Zhen was lying in his bedroom with a small blanket, and soon his breath became even.
At about 2:30 in the afternoon, Jiang Hengshu finished all his work. He opened the door, went into the small bedroom, and sat down by the bed. Fu Zhen was still asleep, with one hand on his bulging stomach and the other hand hanging down on one side of his body. The blanket that had been covered on his body was kicked under his feet at some time, and his face was slightly flushed.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and arranged some disordered hair in front of Fu Zhen's forehead to one side. Fu Zhen noticed something, turned over and opened his eyes in a daze. He saw Jiang Hengshu sitting beside him. He asked in a low voice, "is it over?"
Probably because he just woke up, Fu Zhen's voice was a little vague, like a ball of marshmallow with milk flavor.
Jiang Hengshu's palm pressed on Fu Zhen's stomach. He felt the obvious fetal movement under his belly. With a shallow smile on his face, he asked Fu Zhen, "what would you like to eat later?"
In summer, people couldn't eat anything, and now he was pregnant, Fu Zhen's appetite was even worse. He took Jiang Hengshu's hand and shook his head: "I don't want to eat."
Jiang Hengshu coaxed him: "you can't do without eating."
Fu Zhen snorted, turned over again on the bed and said lazily, "I don't want to move either."
Jiang Heng Shu pursed his lips and chuckled. He got up and picked up the sandals beside Fu Zhen's bed. He squatted down at the end of the bed to help him put on the shoes. Then he took the wig at the head of the bed and put it on for Fu Zhen.
After finishing all this, Jiang Hengshu found a towel to wipe the sweat from Fu Zhen's nose, and then picked him up from the bed.
Fu Zhen woke up in an instant. His eyes were wide open. He looked at Jiang Hengshu, but he didn't understand what was going on. Jiang Hengshu's voice was slightly smiling: "don't you want to move? I'll take you. "
Fu Zhen just woke up. His brain was still a little dull. He could not fully understand the meaning of Jiang Hengshu's words. It was not until Jiang Hengshu held him and opened the door of the office that he realized what might happen next.
If he was a bit reserved, he should now break away from Jiang Hengshu's arms. However, Fu Zhen found that his face had thickened recently. His hands were around Jiang Hengshu's neck, and his head was tightly pressed against his chest. He heard the powerful beating sound of his heart. In a trance, Fu Zhen recalled that in the dark corridor of the rental house last winter, Jiang Hengshu also It's like this, carrying yourself from the first floor to the sixth floor.
Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu. The present time seemed to coincide with the past time, and his face slowly burst into a smile.
So, in the following time, Secretary Dong, who was waiting outside the president's office, director he who was holding documents in the corridor, the little girl who served as a receptionist on the first floor of the company, and other staff members who came and went, saw that President Jiang, who was young, tall and handsome, had left work early today, and was still holding a little beauty with a big belly.
Tut Tut, beauty misleads people.
It was like a bomb dropped on the calm lake, and the company group was boiling again.
They always thought that Jiang Hengshu was cold and abstinent. Even if they were in love, they must be an iceberg. Unexpectedly, the iceberg turned into a volcano after melting, and it would still erupt. Oh, my God, they also want to be carried down from the top floor of the company.
However, the man Jiang Hengshu has nothing to do with them now.
Jiang Hengshu has been holding Fu Zhen to the front of the car and opening the front passenger's door. Fu Zhen goes up by himself. Because of the hug, Fu Zhen's face is still red.
Jiang Hengshu smiles silently and takes Fu Zhen to a fruit hotpot shop. He doesn't come out of the store until the evening. Unfortunately, the scene of Jiang Hengshu helping Fu Zhen get on the bus is just seen by Wang Tong, who is out looking for food.
In Wang Tong's eyes, it's Jiang Hengshu who gets on the car with a little girl in a skirt he doesn't know. Wang Tong is afraid that he's wrong. He stares at the man for a long time, until he disappears from his sight.
Wang Tong is sure that the man is his old river, Hengshu is right.
What is this? Didn't you just have a wedding with Fu Zhen?
Wang Tong was completely out of the mood to look for food. He went back home in a muddle. He only felt that there was a crack in Jiang Hengshu's tall figure in his heart today. If he didn't repair it quickly, it might collapse in a short time. Wang Tong thought again and again. Finally, he picked up his mobile phone and decided to call Jiang Hengshu to teach him how to be a good man.
"Boss, you man..." After getting through the phone, Wang Tong did not know how he could denounce Jiang Hengshu's bad behavior.
"What?" Jiang Hengshu asked him at the other end of the phone. His voice was clear and cold, and he didn't look like a man who had been out of the way.
Wang Tong was even more angry when he thought of it. He opened his mouth and asked Jiang Hengshu, "what's wrong with my wife? You want to -- "Before Wang Tong finished his words, he was interrupted by Jiang Hengshu. He stressed, "I'll correct you again. It's my wife, not your wife."
Wang Tong choked and couldn't speak for a long time.
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The little girl secretly looks at Fu Zhen, who is sitting on one of the benches, and looks at her bulging abdomen. She has to be pregnant for at least five months. She has not heard of anyone in the company who has been married recently.
No, although no one is married, but someone is divorced. Manager Wang seems to have divorced Mrs. Wang a while ago because he was looking for a junior. Moreover, he heard that Xiao San is also pregnant. The bright top on manager Wang's head is very bright, and he has a beer belly about the size of Fu Zhen.
The little girl looked at Fu Zhen with sympathy, but Fu Zhen didn't know what happened.
The elevator came to the first floor from the 11th floor, and opened to both sides with a ding. The person who came out of the elevator was manager Wang.
When the little girl looks at Fu Zhen, the sympathy in her eyes is even stronger. If you can't find a good beauty, why do you have to find manager Wang? It's just that Deng Chanyu matches tuxingsun, Pan Jinlian matches Wu Dalang. The little girl sighs in silence. Why do beauties always like to play with bears.
Manager Wang took a look at Fu Zhen sitting on the bench, but did not say anything. He continued to walk outside the company.
It's not him. The little girl breathed a sigh of inexplicable relief.
After a while, the elevator came down again. This time, the president came out of the elevator. The little girl thought that the president might have gone out for social intercourse. However, Secretary Dong didn't accompany him. Was it a date?
But then the little girl saw the pregnant beauty standing on the bench, and their president also went straight to the pregnant beauty, holding the beauty's hand and whispering to him, "has it been a long time?"
Fu Zhen shook his head: "no, just for a while."
Jiang Hengshu took over Fu Zhen with a canvas bag in his hand: "go up."
"Are you done with your work?" Fu Zhen asked.
"There's not much left."
……
The little girl looked at the back of the two people leaving together, and row after row of question marks slipped from her heart. Is this beauty the president's wife? I haven't heard of the news of their president's marriage. Look at his baby.
The news was so shocking that the little girl could not digest the news completely in a short time. When she finally got back to her senses, she immediately picked up her mobile phone and put the big material out of the company group. The originally quiet wechat group became active in an instant.
Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen to his office on the top floor. Fu Zhen opened the packing boxes on his desk one by one, and said to Jiang Hengshu, "they are all small desserts. They won't taste too much."
Jiang Hengshu looked at the lunch box that almost placed the whole desk: "take so much?"
"When I'm free at home, I'll do more."
"Did you have lunch?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.
Fu Zhen sat down on the sofa: "I ate some by the way while making these things. I'm not hungry yet."
Jiang Hengshu sat behind the desk, took a peony egg yolk crisp and put it into his mouth. Fu Zhen immediately got up from the sofa, went to the desk, bent down, and put his arms on the table. His eyes were shining on Jiang Hengshu and asked him, "is it delicious?"
"Delicious." Jiang Hengshu said with a smile.
"And this pudding, which is strawberry flavored, I specially refrigerated it in the refrigerator for a while and tried it." Fu Zhen brought the spoon to Jiang Hengshu's mouth.
When Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu are in the office, countless girls in the company are broken.
Who doesn't have a dream to marry into a big family? What's more, the new president is young and handsome. Even if he can't get married and fall in love and sleep, he will not suffer any loss. But how can they do it now?
Someone secretly inquired Jiang Hengshu's secretary: "Secretary Dong, who is the president inside?"
However, Dong's secretary was very impersonal and said without expression: "it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to inquire."
The man had to go back to his job and cry with his sisters in the group.
Knowing that Jiang Hengshu didn't like sweets very much, Fu Zhen didn't put too much sugar when he made it. He only brought him one or two pieces of each. Jiang Hengshu quickly emptied the packing boxes. He looked up at Fu Zhen, who was lazily paralyzed on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and said to him, "if you are tired at noon, you can rest for a while. There is a bed inside."
Fu Zhen shook his head: "not tired."
However, Fu Zhen yawned after a while, and there was more than one. Jiang Hengshu chuckled at his appearance and said to him, "go to bed first. I'll leave work early today and take you out to eat delicious food."
Fu Zhen gave a cry, rubbed his face, yawned, and walked to the bedroom in the office.
The company's news group has never been so lively. During the lunch break, everyone didn't have a good rest, and they all talked about the pregnant beauty who came to the company today. More importantly, the beauty has not come out since she entered the president's office. Two people can't point out that they are doing some shameful things in the office. The office is full of feelings.The content of the chat group gradually began to stray from the topic, like a yellow light suddenly shrouded the company, and some female employees even spread small yellow words in private.
President Jiang Hengshu, who was discussed by them, was working hard in his office at this time. Fu Zhen was lying in his bedroom with a small blanket, and soon his breath became even.
At about 2:30 in the afternoon, Jiang Hengshu finished all his work. He opened the door, went into the small bedroom, and sat down by the bed. Fu Zhen was still asleep, with one hand on his bulging stomach and the other hand hanging down on one side of his body. The blanket that had been covered on his body was kicked under his feet at some time, and his face was slightly flushed.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and arranged some disordered hair in front of Fu Zhen's forehead to one side. Fu Zhen noticed something, turned over and opened his eyes in a daze. He saw Jiang Hengshu sitting beside him. He asked in a low voice, "is it over?"
Probably because he just woke up, Fu Zhen's voice was a little vague, like a ball of marshmallow with milk flavor.
Jiang Hengshu's palm pressed on Fu Zhen's stomach. He felt the obvious fetal movement under his belly. With a shallow smile on his face, he asked Fu Zhen, "what would you like to eat later?"
In summer, people couldn't eat anything, and now he was pregnant, Fu Zhen's appetite was even worse. He took Jiang Hengshu's hand and shook his head: "I don't want to eat."
Jiang Hengshu coaxed him: "you can't do without eating."
Fu Zhen snorted, turned over again on the bed and said lazily, "I don't want to move either."
Jiang Heng Shu pursed his lips and chuckled. He got up and picked up the sandals beside Fu Zhen's bed. He squatted down at the end of the bed to help him put on the shoes. Then he took the wig at the head of the bed and put it on for Fu Zhen.
After finishing all this, Jiang Hengshu found a towel to wipe the sweat from Fu Zhen's nose, and then picked him up from the bed.
Fu Zhen woke up in an instant. His eyes were wide open. He looked at Jiang Hengshu, but he didn't understand what was going on. Jiang Hengshu's voice was slightly smiling: "don't you want to move? I'll take you. "
Fu Zhen just woke up. His brain was still a little dull. He could not fully understand the meaning of Jiang Hengshu's words. It was not until Jiang Hengshu held him and opened the door of the office that he realized what might happen next.
If he was a bit reserved, he should now break away from Jiang Hengshu's arms. However, Fu Zhen found that his face had thickened recently. His hands were around Jiang Hengshu's neck, and his head was tightly pressed against his chest. He heard the powerful beating sound of his heart. In a trance, Fu Zhen recalled that in the dark corridor of the rental house last winter, Jiang Hengshu also It's like this, carrying yourself from the first floor to the sixth floor.
Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu. The present time seemed to coincide with the past time, and his face slowly burst into a smile.
So, in the following time, Secretary Dong, who was waiting outside the president's office, director he who was holding documents in the corridor, the little girl who served as a receptionist on the first floor of the company, and other staff members who came and went, saw that President Jiang, who was young, tall and handsome, had left work early today, and was still holding a little beauty with a big belly.
Tut Tut, beauty misleads people.
It was like a bomb dropped on the calm lake, and the company group was boiling again.
They always thought that Jiang Hengshu was cold and abstinent. Even if they were in love, they must be an iceberg. Unexpectedly, the iceberg turned into a volcano after melting, and it would still erupt. Oh, my God, they also want to be carried down from the top floor of the company.
However, the man Jiang Hengshu has nothing to do with them now.
Jiang Hengshu has been holding Fu Zhen to the front of the car and opening the front passenger's door. Fu Zhen goes up by himself. Because of the hug, Fu Zhen's face is still red.
Jiang Hengshu smiles silently and takes Fu Zhen to a fruit hotpot shop. He doesn't come out of the store until the evening. Unfortunately, the scene of Jiang Hengshu helping Fu Zhen get on the bus is just seen by Wang Tong, who is out looking for food.
In Wang Tong's eyes, it's Jiang Hengshu who gets on the car with a little girl in a skirt he doesn't know. Wang Tong is afraid that he's wrong. He stares at the man for a long time, until he disappears from his sight.
Wang Tong is sure that the man is his old river, Hengshu is right.
What is this? Didn't you just have a wedding with Fu Zhen?
Wang Tong was completely out of the mood to look for food. He went back home in a muddle. He only felt that there was a crack in Jiang Hengshu's tall figure in his heart today. If he didn't repair it quickly, it might collapse in a short time. Wang Tong thought again and again. Finally, he picked up his mobile phone and decided to call Jiang Hengshu to teach him how to be a good man.
"Boss, you man..." After getting through the phone, Wang Tong did not know how he could denounce Jiang Hengshu's bad behavior.
"What?" Jiang Hengshu asked him at the other end of the phone. His voice was clear and cold, and he didn't look like a man who had been out of the way.
Wang Tong was even more angry when he thought of it. He opened his mouth and asked Jiang Hengshu, "what's wrong with my wife? You want to -- "Before Wang Tong finished his words, he was interrupted by Jiang Hengshu. He stressed, "I'll correct you again. It's my wife, not your wife."
Wang Tong choked and couldn't speak for a long time.
The little girl secretly looks at Fu Zhen, who is sitting on one of the benches, and looks at her bulging abdomen. She has to be pregnant for at least five months. She has not heard of anyone in the company who has been married recently. No, although no one is married, but someone is divorced. Manager Wang seems to have divorced Mrs. Wang a while ago because he was looking for a junior. Moreover, he heard that Xiao San is also pregnant. The bright top on manager Wang's head is very bright, and he has a beer belly about the size of Fu Zhen. The little girl looked at Fu Zhen with sympathy, but Fu Zhen didn't know what happened. The elevator came to the first floor from the 11th floor, and opened to both sides with a ding. The person who came out of the elevator was manager Wang. When the little girl looks at Fu Zhen, the sympathy in her eyes is even stronger. If you can't find a good beauty, why do you have to find manager Wang? It's just that Deng Chanyu matches tuxingsun, Pan Jinlian matches Wu Dalang. The little girl sighs in silence. Why do beauties always like to play with bears. Manager Wang took a look at Fu Zhen sitting on the bench, but did not say anything. He continued to walk outside the company. It's not him. The little girl breathed a sigh of inexplicable relief. After a while, the elevator came down again. This time, the president came out of the elevator. The little girl thought that the president might have gone out for social intercourse. However, Secretary Dong didn't accompany him. Was it a date? But then the little girl saw the pregnant beauty standing on the bench, and their president also went straight to the pregnant beauty, holding the beauty's hand and whispering to him, "has it been a long time?" Fu Zhen shook his head: "no, just for a while." Jiang Hengshu took over Fu Zhen with a canvas bag in his hand: "go up." "Are you done with your work?" Fu Zhen asked. "There's not much left." The little girl looked at the back of the two people leaving together, and row after row of question marks slipped from her heart. Is this beauty the president's wife? I haven't heard of the news of their president's marriage. Look at his baby. The news was so shocking that the little girl could not digest the news completely in a short time. When she finally got back to her senses, she immediately picked up her mobile phone and put the big material out of the company group. The originally quiet wechat group became active in an instant. Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen to his office on the top floor. Fu Zhen opened the packing boxes on his desk one by one, and said to Jiang Hengshu, "they are all small desserts. They won't taste too much." Jiang Hengshu looked at the lunch box that almost placed the whole desk: "take so much?" "When I'm free at home, I'll do more." "Did you have lunch?" Jiang Hengshu asked him. Fu Zhen sat down on the sofa: "I ate some by the way while making these things. I'm not hungry yet." Jiang Hengshu sat behind the desk, took a peony egg yolk crisp and put it into his mouth. Fu Zhen immediately got up from the sofa, went to the desk, bent down, and put his arms on the table. His eyes were shining on Jiang Hengshu and asked him, "is it delicious?" "Delicious." Jiang Hengshu said with a smile. "And this pudding, which is strawberry flavored, I specially refrigerated it in the refrigerator for a while and tried it." Fu Zhen brought the spoon to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. When Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu are in the office, countless girls in the company are broken. Who doesn't have a dream to marry into a big family? What's more, the new president is young and handsome. Even if he can't get married and fall in love and sleep, he will not suffer any loss. But how can they do it now? Someone secretly inquired Jiang Hengshu's secretary: "Secretary Dong, who is the president inside?" However, Dong's secretary was very impersonal and said without expression: "it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to inquire." The man had to go back to his job and cry with his sisters in the group. Knowing that Jiang Hengshu didn't like sweets very much, Fu Zhen didn't put too much sugar when he made it. He only brought him one or two pieces of each. Jiang Hengshu quickly emptied the packing boxes. He looked up at Fu Zhen, who was lazily paralyzed on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and said to him, "if you are tired at noon, you can rest for a while. There is a bed inside." Fu Zhen shook his head: "not tired." However, Fu Zhen yawned after a while, and there was more than one. Jiang Hengshu chuckled at his appearance and said to him, "go to bed first. I'll leave work early today and take you out to eat delicious food." Fu Zhen gave a cry, rubbed his face, yawned, and walked to the bedroom in the office. The company's news group has never been so lively. During the lunch break, everyone didn't have a good rest, and they all talked about the pregnant beauty who came to the company today. More importantly, the beauty has not come out since she entered the president's office. Two people can't point out that they are doing some shameful things in the office. The office is full of feelings.The content of the chat group gradually began to stray from the topic, like a yellow light suddenly shrouded the company, and some female employees even spread small yellow words in private. President Jiang Hengshu, who was discussed by them, was working hard in his office at this time. Fu Zhen was lying in his bedroom with a small blanket, and soon his breath became even. At about 2:30 in the afternoon, Jiang Hengshu finished all his work. He opened the door, went into the small bedroom, and sat down by the bed. Fu Zhen was still asleep, with one hand on his bulging stomach and the other hand hanging down on one side of his body. The blanket that had been covered on his body was kicked under his feet at some time, and his face was slightly flushed. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and arranged some disordered hair in front of Fu Zhen's forehead to one side. Fu Zhen noticed something, turned over and opened his eyes in a daze. He saw Jiang Hengshu sitting beside him. He asked in a low voice, "is it over?" Probably because he just woke up, Fu Zhen's voice was a little vague, like a ball of marshmallow with milk flavor. Jiang Hengshu's palm pressed on Fu Zhen's stomach. He felt the obvious fetal movement under his belly. With a shallow smile on his face, he asked Fu Zhen, "what would you like to eat later?" In summer, people couldn't eat anything, and now he was pregnant, Fu Zhen's appetite was even worse. He took Jiang Hengshu's hand and shook his head: "I don't want to eat." Jiang Hengshu coaxed him: "you can't do without eating." Fu Zhen snorted, turned over again on the bed and said lazily, "I don't want to move either." Jiang Heng Shu pursed his lips and chuckled. He got up and picked up the sandals beside Fu Zhen's bed. He squatted down at the end of the bed to help him put on the shoes. Then he took the wig at the head of the bed and put it on for Fu Zhen. After finishing all this, Jiang Hengshu found a towel to wipe the sweat from Fu Zhen's nose, and then picked him up from the bed. Fu Zhen woke up in an instant. His eyes were wide open. He looked at Jiang Hengshu, but he didn't understand what was going on. Jiang Hengshu's voice was slightly smiling: "don't you want to move? I'll take you. " Fu Zhen just woke up. His brain was still a little dull. He could not fully understand the meaning of Jiang Hengshu's words. It was not until Jiang Hengshu held him and opened the door of the office that he realized what might happen next. If he was a bit reserved, he should now break away from Jiang Hengshu's arms. However, Fu Zhen found that his face had thickened recently. His hands were around Jiang Hengshu's neck, and his head was tightly pressed against his chest. He heard the powerful beating sound of his heart. In a trance, Fu Zhen recalled that in the dark corridor of the rental house last winter, Jiang Hengshu also It's like this, carrying yourself from the first floor to the sixth floor. Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu. The present time seemed to coincide with the past time, and his face slowly burst into a smile. So, in the following time, Secretary Dong, who was waiting outside the president's office, director he who was holding documents in the corridor, the little girl who served as a receptionist on the first floor of the company, and other staff members who came and went, saw that President Jiang, who was young, tall and handsome, had left work early today, and was still holding a little beauty with a big belly. Tut Tut, beauty misleads people. It was like a bomb dropped on the calm lake, and the company group was boiling again. They always thought that Jiang Hengshu was cold and abstinent. Even if they were in love, they must be an iceberg. Unexpectedly, the iceberg turned into a volcano after melting, and it would still erupt. Oh, my God, they also want to be carried down from the top floor of the company. However, the man Jiang Hengshu has nothing to do with them now. Jiang Hengshu has been holding Fu Zhen to the front of the car and opening the front passenger's door. Fu Zhen goes up by himself. Because of the hug, Fu Zhen's face is still red. Jiang Hengshu smiles silently and takes Fu Zhen to a fruit hotpot shop. He doesn't come out of the store until the evening. Unfortunately, the scene of Jiang Hengshu helping Fu Zhen get on the bus is just seen by Wang Tong, who is out looking for food. In Wang Tong's eyes, it's Jiang Hengshu who gets on the car with a little girl in a skirt he doesn't know. Wang Tong is afraid that he's wrong. He stares at the man for a long time, until he disappears from his sight. Wang Tong is sure that the man is his old river, Hengshu is right. What is this? Didn't you just have a wedding with Fu Zhen? Wang Tong was completely out of the mood to look for food. He went back home in a muddle. He only felt that there was a crack in Jiang Hengshu's tall figure in his heart today. If he didn't repair it quickly, it might collapse in a short time. Wang Tong thought again and again. Finally, he picked up his mobile phone and decided to call Jiang Hengshu to teach him how to be a good man. "Boss, you man..." After getting through the phone, Wang Tong did not know how he could denounce Jiang Hengshu's bad behavior. "What?" Jiang Hengshu asked him at the other end of the phone. His voice was clear and cold, and he didn't look like a man who had been out of the way. Wang Tong was even more angry when he thought of it. He opened his mouth and asked Jiang Hengshu, "what's wrong with my wife? You want to -- "Before Wang Tong finished his words, he was interrupted by Jiang Hengshu. He stressed, "I'll correct you again. It's my wife, not your wife." Wang Tong choked and couldn't speak for a long time.
