I’m Pregnant With a Wealthy Old Man’s Child

The next day.

When Zu Qi woke up, Xue Jue next to him was no longer there. There was no residual warmth in the quilt, and it seemed that he had been away for a while.

After sleeping intermittently all night, Zu Qi finally felt that his head was no longer as painful as last night.

He rubbed his eyebrows and sat up from the bed, and unexpectedly found that the luggage placed on the floor had been neatly packed, and the two suitcases were properly leaning against the wall.

Zu Qi thought it was Xiaoya who came in to clean up while he was sleeping, so he didn't take it seriously, turned over and got out of bed to wash, and took out the clothes and pants he chose before going to bed last night from the closet.

Zu Qi himself has no idol baggage. After wearing this world, the cost of eating and wearing depends on Mr. Zhang's arrangements. Now that he doesn't have Xue million in his stomach, he wears the clothes of the original owner.

Today is the day when Zu Qi joined the crew, so naturally he can't dress too casually.

He chose a long coat with a dark gray partial suit style, but it didn't appear too deliberately old-fashioned, with a beige turtleneck sweater inside, and a pair of black trousers and customized casual leather shoes underneath.

Such a dress looks particularly good on the original owner, and Zu Qi looks stinky in the mirror for a while.

Although Zu Qi wanted to take the line of a powerful actor, he had to admit that the original owner's appearance and temperament were very suitable for selling good-looking idols.

The peach blossoms at the corners of the eyes are shining, and the thin lips are faintly pink. There is no trace of acne marks or spots on the smooth and white skin.

Zu Qi approached the mirror, touched his face, and couldn't help sighing.

Those apples were more powerful than he thought. No wonder Liu Jing would put down the shelf and call him on the initiative.

Zu Qi checked the suitcases and made sure that all the clothes and daily necessities he prepared were packed in, before calling Xiao Dengzi, and then pulling two suitcases downstairs.

After breakfast, Xiaoya brought the warm water and cold medicine she had prepared and handed it to Zuqi.

After taking the medicine, Zu Qi remembered that Xiaoya helped him pack his luggage, and while returning the water cup to Xiaoya, he said, "Thank you this morning."

"Huh?" Xiaoya looked dumbfounded.

"You help me pack these things." Zu Qi pointed to the suitcase next to him.

"But I haven't entered your and husband's bedroom." Xiaoya scratched her head questioningly. "Maybe your husband helped you clean up. Your husband got up early and went to work in the company."

Zu Qi opened his mouth, a little surprised.

Turning his head and looking at the two suitcases that were packed, suddenly an inexplicable taste was immersed in my heart.

Just looking at Xue Jue's indifferent and cold appearance, I really don't know that he is such a careful person.

I don't know what words to use to describe his feelings at the moment.

Anyway, I feel happy.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Xiao Dengzi was waiting outside the gate of Xue's house. Zu Qi said goodbye to Weng Yuxiang, and looked at Xue Wan, who was sleeping soundly in Weng Yuxiang's arms, suddenly felt very sad.

He bowed his head and kissed Xue Wanrou's fleshly cheek.

"Goodbye, son." Zu Qi whispered.

Xue Wan's skin is too tender, and a little hard press will make a piece of red. Zu Qi kissed like this, and immediately reddened most of the little guy's face.

The little guy's closed eyes slowly opened, his two small hands grabbed it out of thin air, and he started crying with his mouth open.

Zu Qi: "..."

Weng Yuxiang quickly patted Xue Wan's back, softly coaxing him for a long time, but no effect was seen. In the end, Zu Qi took the little guy and hugged him for nearly half an hour before putting the noisy boy to sleep again.

Zu Qi, who was exhausted, finally realized what it means to be self-inflicted and not to live.

By the time Zu Qi got in the car, it was already 9:40. Xiao Dengzi and the driver sent by the company were so bored that they waited boringly, and each played with their mobile phones with their heads buried.

"Brother Qi, I greeted Sister Fu yesterday. When we arrive at the destination, we will directly check into the hotel booked by the crew. During the day, it is time for free activities. You can also go to the shooting venue first. There will be a dinner party in the evening. The screenwriters and actors will go."

As soon as he set off, Xiao Dengzi began to give an explanation.

Zu Qi nodded, leaning on the seat and closing his eyes to rest.

It's about three hours' journey from here to the studio, enough for him to sleep again.

Before he fell asleep, Zu Qi suddenly felt the phone vibrate in his pocket, and he took out the phone to look at it.

It's a WeChat.

It's the WeChat from Xue Jue.

Seeing Xue Jue's name, Zu Qi, who was feeling sleepy just now, immediately sat upright, and the sleepiness lingering in his mind instantly disappeared without a trace.

Clicking on WeChat, Xue Jue sent only three simple words plus a question mark.

【have they gone? 】

Zu Qi held the phone in both hands, staring straight at the screen.

He then discovered that Xue Jue’s WeChat profile picture was replaced with Xue Wan’s photo at some point. Xue Wan in the photo was quiet and well-behaved, with beautiful black eyes like shiny obsidian, and the little guy grinned straight into the camera.

Zu Qi's feeling of strangeness became stronger and stronger, and his thinking began to diverge uncontrollably.

He thought of the passionate kiss in the dark last night, and thought of Xue Jue's initiative to help him pack things this morning...

Each thing is like a hot brand, deeply engraved on Zuqi's heart.

He suddenly felt nervous and restrained, and entered a lot of replies into the chat box, and then deleted and deleted them. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that his replies were wrong, either too enthusiastic or too cold, and did not fit his personality.

Xue, in the huge conference room.

Managers of various departments are giving presentations this year on stage. Although the long table in the conference room is full of people, their main object of explanation is Xue Jue sitting at the end of the long table.

Xue Jue is notoriously bad-tempered throughout the company. Whenever the company's interests are involved, he will be rigorous to the point of being almost harsh.

Even the beautiful female subordinates who are praised by everyone's stars are not immune. Sometimes women who are scolded by him yell to resign, and then Xue Jue really let them go out of bed...

Almost everyone is afraid of Xue Jue, the Yama King.

Of course, this is also the biggest reason why Xue Jue has money, face and ability, and has been selected as the top ten golden bachelors in the country every year, but no woman dared to approach him.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room is like a tight string.

Manager Zhang of Sales Department Two is making the final statement summary. Everyone below looked down at the material in front of him, and did not even dare to breathe, for fear that Xue Jue's sudden anger would involve the innocent anger on them.

Xue Jue wore a well-tailored suit. He was slightly sideways, with one hand supporting his chin, and the other on the table, with his index fingers tapping each other with clear phalanx.

In front of him are two sales reports for this year and the latest quarter, and next to him is a mobile phone with a screen always on.

The mobile interface is the chat box between him and Zu Qi. The upper part shows that the other party is typing from time to time, but it has not received a word from Zu Qi for a long time.

Xue Jue constricted his eyes and stared at the phone screen for a moment, his face was cold, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

He was hesitating whether he should post another message, otherwise he would be inexplicably irritable when he kept watching Zu Qi inputting.

Manager Zhang on the stage was observing Xue Jue's reaction silently, and seeing that Xue Jue's face was a little ugly, it was as if someone had poured cold water from head to toe, and even the voice of his words began to tremble.

Five minutes later, Xue Jue finally received the news that Zu Qi had carefully polished it.

[Already in the car, Xiao Dengzi came to pick me up, you have to take good care of Xue Wan at home, don't bully him while I am away, or you will look good! 】

An emoticon pack of a Tusky beating another Tusky was followed.

Xue Jue couldn't help but smile, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Taking into account that he was still in the meeting, he calmly covered the corners of his smiling lips with his palm, and replied to Zu Qi's news with his other hand.

[It's you, not me, who often makes millions of people cry. 】

Zuqi sent Tusky over with his ears and shook his head frantically, followed by a string of crazy words.

[I don’t listen, I don’t listen, I don’t listen. 】

Xue Jue was helpless, angry and funny, thinking that Zu Qi was still so naive, he was already the child's father, but he hadn't changed at all.

[I put the cold medicine in your black suitcase, remember to take the medicine on time, pay attention to your physical condition at all times, don’t get sick and don’t know what happened...]

Speaking of these words, Xue Jue couldn't help but started nagging.

He always felt that Zu Qi didn't understand anything, and he wanted to. Zu Qi had just reached twenty, and he was a half-year-old child, eleven or twelve years younger than him.

As the saying goes, there is a generation gap at the age of three, and there are four generation gaps between them.

I didn't expect this aspect to be okay. Now I remember that for the first time in his life, Xue Jue doubted whether he was old or not. As soon as Zu Qi ran to the second, he had already rushed around.

The more Xue Jue thought about it, the more he felt unbelievable, and even later saw Zu Qi send a thank you for helping him pack up his luggage, he was not happy at all.

Xue Jue was not in a good mood here, and Manager Zhang, who was still explaining there, fell directly into the ice cave.

It's over, it's over...

Mr. Xue never left his department's report.

And Mr. Xue’s expression looks ugly, his brows are almost knotted...

It’s just the peace before the storm, right...

In fact, it's not just Manager Zhang who thinks so. Other people in the conference room are also frightened. Based on their usual understanding of Mr. Xue, Mr. Xue's attitude at the moment is definitely a precursor to the eruption of the volcano.

So a group of people worked harder to report and summarize their work.

It is a pity that Xue Jue did not hear a word during his wandering beyond the sky.

After finally getting through the meeting, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Xue Jue also secretly relieved, got up and left the meeting room as quickly as possible, then returned to the office, turned on the computer, and searched for a beauty salon that provides men’s care...

At the same time, the outside is already in dire straits.

The gossip about Xue Jue’s dissatisfaction with this year’s performance spread quickly throughout the company. All employees were in danger, and they worked hard for twelve points for fear of being laid off by the company.

So when it came to the end of get off work at six o'clock in the afternoon, no one left their posts early.

When Xue Jue walked out of the office when he was off work, there was a sound of typing on the keyboard one after another in the office area. Even the next meeting room was occupied by two groups, and the plan for the new project was still being discussed fiercely.

Xue Jue: "..."

After a daze, he originally planned to visit the beauty salon and went back to the office in silence, turned on the computer, and continued working.

When everyone outside saw this, they were relieved at the same time.

Sure enough, their guess was correct. Mr. Xue not only considered layoffs, but also tried them by pretending to be off work.

Fortunately, they are smart.