I Woke up and Was Pregnant

The little girl secretly looked at Fu Zhen, who was sitting on one of the benches, and looked at the other's bulging abdomen. She must have been pregnant for at least five months. I haven't heard of anyone in the company who got married recently.

No, although no one is married, someone is divorced. Some time ago, Manager Wang divorced Mrs. Wang because he was looking for a mistress outside, and I heard that the mistress was also pregnant. The bright top on Manager Wang’s head is very It's brighter, and he has a beer belly about the size of Fu Zhen.

The little girl looked at Fu Zhen with sympathy in her eyes, and Fu Zhen had no idea what was going on.

The elevator came from the eleventh floor to the first floor and opened to both sides with a ding sound. The person who came out of the elevator was Manager Wang.

The little girl looked at Fu Zhen with even more sympathy. What kind of beauty can not find what kind of beauty, why must find a manager Wang like this, it is simply Deng Chanyu with the native grandson, Pan Jinlian with Wu Dalang , The little girl sighed silently in her heart, why does beauty always like to play with bears.

Manager Wang glanced at Fu Zhen who was sitting on the bench, but said nothing, and continued to walk outside the company.

It's not him, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

After a while, the elevator came down again. This time the president walked out of the elevator. The little girl wondered if the president was going out at this time to socialize outside, but why didn’t Secretary Dong go with him? Are you going out on a date?

But then the little girl saw the pregnant beauty sitting on the bench stand up, and their president also walked straight to the pregnant beauty, held the beauty’s hand, and asked him softly: "I have been waiting for a long time. Right?"

Fu Zhen shook his head: "No, I just sat for a while."

Jiang Hengshu took the canvas bag in Fu Zhen's hand: "Go up."

"Have you finished your work?" Fu Zhen asked.

"Not much left."

...

The little girl looked at the back of the two people leaving together, and row after row of question marks slid past her heart. Is this beauty the President's wife? I haven't heard the news of their president's marriage. It seems that his belly child is about to be born.

The news was so shocking that the little girl who was receiving couldn't digest the news completely in a short time. When she finally recovered, she immediately picked up her mobile phone and shared the news in the company group. When it was released, the WeChat group, which was originally quiet, became active in an instant.

Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen to his office on the top floor. Fu Zhen laid out the packing boxes on the 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 laid the entire desk: "Take so many?"

"I'm fine at home, just do more."

"Have you had lunch?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.

Fu Zhen sat down on the sofa: "I ate some by the way while making these things, and I am not hungry now."

Jiang Hengshu sat behind the desk and took a peony egg yolk pastry and put it in his mouth. Fu Zhen immediately got up from the sofa, walked under the desk and bent down, his arms resting on the desk, his eyes staring brightly. Jiang Hengshu asked him, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." Jiang Hengshu said with a smile.

"And this pudding is strawberry flavored. I kept it in the refrigerator for a while and tasted it." Fu Zhen brought the spoon to Jiang Hengshu's mouth.

When Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu were sweet and sweet in the office, countless girls in the company were heartbroken.

Who doesn't have a dream of marrying a rich family? What's more, the new president is young and handsome. Even if he can't get married, he won't suffer a lot from falling in love and sleeping. But how can they do it now?

Someone secretly asked Jiang Hengshu's secretary: "Secretary Dong, who is the president inside?"

However, Secretary Dong was very unkind, and said blankly: "It has nothing to do with you, you don't need to ask."

The man had to go back to his job in despair, crying with the sisters in the group.

Knowing that Jiang Hengshu didn't like to eat sweets very much, Fu Zhen didn't put too much sugar when he made it, and only brought him one or two yuan each, and Jiang Hengshu quickly emptied those packing boxes. He looked up at Fu Zhen, who was lazily lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and said to him: "If you are tired at noon, take a rest. There is a bed inside."

Fu Zhen shook his head: "I'm not tired yet."

However, this was a real slap in the face. After a while, Fu Zhen yawned, and there was more than one. Jiang Hengshu chuckled when he saw him, and said to him: "You go to bed first, I am today Get off work early and take you out to eat delicious food."

Fu Zhen said, rubbed his face, yawning, and walked to the bedroom inside the office.

The company’s news group has never been so lively. During the lunch break, everyone did not take a good rest. They were all talking in the group about the pregnant beauty who came to the company today. More importantly, the beauty has not come out since entering the president’s office. , The two of them may be doing some shameful things in the office now, the office Pray is very emotional.

The content in the chat group gradually began to digress, as if a yellow light suddenly enveloped the company, and some female employees even spread a small yellow message in private.

President Jiang Hengshu, who was discussed by them, was working hard in the office at this time. Fu Zhen lay in the bedroom under a blanket, and his breathing became even after a while.

Around 2:30 in the afternoon, all the work on Jiang Hengshu was completed. He opened the door, walked into the small bedroom, and sat down by the bed. Fu Zhen was still asleep, facing up with one hand on the bulge. On his stomach, while the other hand dropped to one side of his body, the blanket that was originally on his body was kicked to the foot by him at some point, and his face was flushed slightly.

Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and straightened the messy hair on Fu Zhen's forehead to one side. Fu Zhen noticed something, rolled over, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the person sitting next to him. Jiang Hengshu, he asked in a low voice, "Are you done?"

Probably because of just waking up, Fu Zhen's voice was a little vague, like a ball of milk-flavored cotton candy.

Jiang Hengshu's palm was placed on Fu Zhen's stomach, feeling obvious fetal movement under his belly, with a slight smile on his face, and asked Fu Zhen, "What do you want to eat later?"

In summer, people can’t eat anything, and now that he’s pregnant, Fu Zhen’s appetite is even worse. He grabbed Jiang Hengshu’s hand and shook his head: "I don’t want to eat."

Jiang Hengshu coaxed him: "You can't eat it."

Fu Zhen snorted, turned over on the bed again, and lazily said, "I don't want to move either."

Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and chuckled softly, got up and picked up Fu Zhen's sandals by the bed, squatted down at the end of the bed, helped him put on the shoes, and then took the wig at the head of the bed and put it on Fu Zhen.

After finishing all this, Jiang Hengshu found a towel and wiped the sweat from Fu Zhen's nose, and then picked him up from the bed.

Fu Zhen was sober in an instant, his eyes widened, and he looked at Jiang Hengshu. He still didn't understand what was going on now. Jiang Hengshu's voice was slightly smiled: "Don't you want to move? I will take you go with."

Fu Zhen just woke up, his mind was still a little slow, he couldn't fully understand the meaning of Jiang Hengshu's words, and he didn't realize what might happen next when Jiang Hengshu held him and opened the door of the office.

If he is a little reserved, he should now be free from Jiang Hengshu's embrace, but Fu Zhen found that his face has thickened recently. His two hands are wrapped around Jiang Hengshu's neck, and his head is tightly attached to his. On his chest, he heard the heart beating vigorously, and in a daze, Fu Zhen recalled that Jiang Hengshu was like this in the dark corridor of the rental house last winter, and he hugged himself from the first floor to the sixth floor.

Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu, the current time seemed to coincide with the past time, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

So, in the next time, Secretary Dong waiting outside the president’s office, Director He who passed by the corridor holding documents, the little girl who was the receptionist on the first floor of the company, and other staff coming and going, all saw it. Their young, tall and handsome President Jiang not only left early today, but also skipped work with a little beauty with a big belly.

Gee, the beauty is wrong.

This incident was like a bomb dropped on the lake that had just been calmer, and the company group was boiling again.

They always thought that Jiang Hengshu was indifferent and abstinent. Even if he fell in love, he would definitely be an iceberg. Unexpectedly, this iceberg would turn into a volcano after it melted, and it would still erupt. God, god, they are good. I want to be hugged from the top floor of the company.

However, the man Jiang Hengshu has nothing to do with them now.

Jiang Hengshu kept holding Fu Zhen to the front of the car and opened the door of the co-pilot. Fu Zhen walked up on his own. After the hug, Fu Zhen's cheeks are still red.

Jiang Hengshu smiled silently, and took Fu Zhen to a fruit hot pot restaurant. He didn't get out of the shop until the evening. It was a coincidence that Jiang Hengshu helped Fu Zhen get into the car and was just the king who came out for food. Tong saw it.

In Wang Tong’s eyes, it was Jiang Hengshu who got into the car with a little girl in a skirt that he didn’t know. Wang Tong was afraid that he might have seen the wrong person. He stared at the man for a long time, until he Driving the car completely disappeared from his line of sight.

Wang Tong is sure that the man is his boss Jiang Hengshu.

What is this called? Didn’t you just have a wedding with Fu Zhen?

Wang Tong completely lost the mood of searching for food. He returned home in a dazed manner. He only felt that there was a crack in his heart Jiang Hengshu's tall figure today. If he doesn't repair it quickly, it may collapse and collapse soon, Wang Tong After thinking twice, finally picked up the mobile phone and decided to call Jiang Hengshu to teach him how to be a good man.

"Boss, you are..." After the call was made, Wang Tong didn't know how he could denounce Jiang Hengshu's two-boat behavior.

"What?" Jiang Hengshu asked him on the other end of the phone, his voice was cold and cold, and he didn't look like a man who had cheated.

Wang Tong became even more angry when he thought of this, and opened his mouth to question Jiang Hengshu: "What's wrong with my wife? You want—"

Before Wang Tong finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Hengshu. He emphatically said: "I will correct it again with you. It is my wife, not your wife."

Wang Tong was choked and could not speak for a long time.