There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

"Well...it's time to go to work soon, Helian Quan, I'll go to...to work first."

Zhen Jiabao held on to the armrest of the sofa and dragged his body away from the surface of the sofa with difficulty, lazily said to Helian Quan, and even yawned.

There's no way, she'll get sleepy just after eating, not to mention she's just cried.

Helian Quan also put down his chopsticks slowly, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"Don't go to work this afternoon, take a rest with me."

He Lianquan casually threw the used silk handkerchief on the table, and said lightly to Zhen Jiabao.

Zhen Jiabao looked around He Lianquan's office for a week, only to find a secret door embedded in the wall facing He Lianquan's desk.

That must be his lounge, Zhen Jiabao hesitated for a moment, and said to Helian: "That's...not good, I still have a job."

Seeing that there was nothing in her eyes that matched her words, He Lianquan couldn't help but chuckled again.

"The cooperation with Chen's has come to an end, so you can't do much work."

Knowing that Zhen Jiabao is not busy with so many things now, He Lianquan picked up the water glass and took a sip in leisure.

"I'm...accumulating experience, besides, I still have a lot of things I don't understand, don't delay my hard work!"

Zhen Jiabao was quite annoyed by He Lianquan's ridicule, and blew his hair at him sternly.

"What questions do you have to ask others? Di Yan's president is here, who else are you thinking of asking?"

He Lianquan had long been dissatisfied with Zhen Jiabao's behavior of running around in the project team for a whole day during this time.

Zhen Jiabao's eyes lit up.

"You mean I can come and ask you?" Zhen Jiabao looked at He Lianquan with big eyes and asked expectantly.

"Well, if the problem is not too mentally retarded."

He Lianquan looked away from her eyes, turned and walked to the desk, and said to Zhen Jiabao, "Ask the secretary outside to clean up the tea table."

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Zhen Jiabao lowered his head and secretly laughed, then ran to the door and opened it, and greeted the handsome secretary-general outside.

"Then Helian Quan, I'll go back and get the documents." Zhen Jiabao closed the door again, turned to tell Helian Quan that he was about to go out, but was stopped by Helian Quan.

"What are you doing?" He Lianquan had already put on his glasses and began to deal with business on the computer.

"I'll go get the documents." Zhen Jiabao leaned against the door and looked at Helian Quan pitifully.

This is an opportunity to ask He Lianquan for advice, Zhen Jiabao, you must not miss it!She secretly cheered herself up in her heart, completely not noticing the change of Helian Quan's face because of her words.

"I told you to go to rest, who told you to ask me questions now?"

He Lianquan tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and said lightly to Zhen Jiabao: "Go to rest now, and talk to me about other things after you have rested."

The secretary wanted to come in to clean up, Zhen Jiabao let her through the door, he could only listen to Helian Quan's words and walked into the lounge step by step.

He Lianquan's lounge is almost tens of square meters in size, with a big bed and rest and entertainment equipment, but the things in the entertainment area are obviously rarely touched.

Zhen Jiabao worked so hard today, his mind was already muddled, and he couldn't bear the temptation of the big bed and fell asleep on it before he had fully observed Helian Quan's lounge.

She seemed to have had a long, long dream.

"Out there in the sea, the water is so blue, like the petals of the most beautiful cornflower, and at the same time, so clear, like the brightest glass. And yet it is so deep that no anchor chain can reach the bottom .To reach the surface from the bottom of the sea, there must be many church steeples connected one after the other. The people of the bottom of the sea live under this."

It was pitch black in front of Zhen Jiabao's eyes, and she vaguely heard a gentle female voice reading the call, and a child giggling.

"Mom, why is the mermaid princess willing to give up her voice and tail?"

The child's voice asked innocently of her mother.

Zhen Jiabao paused for a while when she heard the gentle voice, and then replied: "Because she loves the prince, she wants to be with him and give him a beautiful child."

The child asked again crisply: "Is it like when mom and dad gave birth to me?"

The gentle voice laughed happily, and said to her baby: "Yes, it is the happiest thing for Mom and Dad to give birth to Jiabao."

Garbo?

Garbo.

Zhen Jiabao struggled in the dream, and after hearing the voice calling her name in the dream, she began to sweat continuously, as if she was running away from something terrible.

"If you are sensible, get a divorce quickly. Don't think that this unborn brat in your stomach can make him change his mind. To tell you the truth, our eldest daughter is one year older than your bastard!"

Another sharp voice appeared in the dream, and Zhen Jiabao seemed to hear the child's low sobbing and the gentle woman's low panting in a trance.

"That's all I have to say, you can do it yourself."

The sound of high-heeled shoes thumped away, and Zhen Jiabao became more and more frightened in the dream, as if he was about to face the most terrifying thing.

"Plop!" There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, accompanied by the splash of blood from the flesh and blood hitting the ground, Zhen Jiabao shouted and woke up from the dream.

After waking up, he realized that he was covered in cold sweat. Zhen Jiabao raised his hand and wiped his almost drenched forehead, thinking that he must have had a nightmare because of his emotional fluctuations today.

But the nightmare was too real, so real that it was as if he had really experienced it.

He Lianquan was working, when he heard Zhen Jiabao yelling in pain, he hurried into the lounge, and saw Zhen Jiabao with disheveled hair and pale face.

"What's the matter?" Helian Quan asked her warmly, holding Zhen Jiabao who was emotionally unstable in his arms and gently stroking her back, feeling that her tense body was slowly softening.

"It's nothing, I just had a nightmare." Zhen Jiabao, who was still immersed in an overly real dream, licked his dry lips, and when he opened his mouth to speak, he realized that his throat was unreasonably dry.

"It's okay, dreams are always the opposite." He Lianquan had no experience in comforting others, so he could only jump out a dry sentence clumsily.

Zhen Jiabao settled down, and carefully recalled the content of the dream again. Suddenly, a flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Helian Quan, you said that my father is sorry for me, is it related to my mother?"

Zhen Jiabao's voice was very weak and helpless, his body shivered slightly, and he waited for Helian Quan's answer with anticipation and fear.

He Lianquan didn't know how she thought of this aspect, but what Zhen Jiabao said was indeed correct, he acquiesced to Zhen Jiabao's guess without comment.

Zhen Jiabao buried his head on the side of Helian Quan's neck, looked at the still bright sky outside the window, guessing that he hadn't slept for a long time, opened and closed his small mouth for a while, and finally said that sentence to He Lianquan.

"Helian Quan, I want to know now."

He Lianquan turned his head and pressed a light kiss on her forehead, and said, "Okay, I see."

Zhen Jiabao, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't notice what He Lianquan did to him at all, just stared blankly on the bed at the gray-blue sky outside the window, and closed his eyes wearily in He Lianquan's embrace.

"Get up and clean up first, we'll leave in a while." He Lianquan coaxed Zhen Jiabao for a while, and finally let her get out of the emotion in the dream. He still sat on the bed and hugged Zhen Jiabao, and clapped the other hand He patted the back of Zhen Jiabao's head to comfort him.

Zhen Jiabao bit her lower lip and gave a muffled hum.

When He Lianquan informed NICK to prepare the car, NICK was taken aback—isn’t it? The wife just cried a lot because of her biological father, and now she is going to take her to expose the old scars. Who can stand it? Nick is really afraid that his wife will collapse if she doesn't hold on.

He Lianquan obviously had the same idea as Nick, and when he went to the old town of S City, he silently held her cold fingers to give her strength.

"If you feel uncomfortable in a while, just tell me, don't block it."

After thinking about it, He Lianquan still told Zhen Jiabao.

"The fact that it can make you so nervous shows that the story must be surreal."

Zhen Jiabao smiled wryly, then turned to He Lianquan and said.

He Lianquan just didn't want Zhen Jiabao to be sad. He had seen many such things from childhood, but only when it happened to Zhen Jiabao this time did he feel worried.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhen Jiabao was curled up by his fingers in his palm.

The car drove very smoothly and steadily, but it took a while to drive to the old town of S city. There was a small villa area facing demolition, and the small house under Zhen Jiabao's name was here.

It was a small duplex on the second floor. When He Lianquan took Zhen Jiabao's hand and came to the door, Zhen Jiabao almost burst into tears.

"This is... the place where I lived when I was a child."

Zhen Jiabao looked at the familiar carved wooden door and the silly paintings on the door frame that he had painted when he was not sensible, and the tip of his nose was a little sore.

He Lianquan took out a key from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhen Jiabao's hand, motioning for her to open the door with her own hands.

Zhen Jiabao's hands trembled, and the key in his hand could hardly be inserted into the keyhole. It was Helian Quan who helped her from behind, holding Zhen Jiabao's hand and twisting the key firmly.

After opening the door, Zhen Jiabao found that even though he hadn't been here for 20 years, the windows were still bright and clean, almost spotless except for the lack of popularity.

As early as after finding out about this residence, He Lianquan sent someone to clean it in detail without changing the location of things.

This is a small duplex with a total area of ​​only a few tens of square meters. A short staircase connects the second floor and the first floor. Zhen Jiabao walked in slowly, looked at the faintly familiar furniture in the living room, and turned around again. I want to go to the second floor.

But just as Zhen Jiabao was about to reach the stairs, his eyes froze when he inadvertently passed a carved pillar.

A sharp pain hit, Zhen Jiabao turned his head back to look at He Lianquan, the picture in his mind was frozen in the image of He Lianquan rushing towards her anxiously, Zhen Jiabao finally passed out.

……

Zhen Fugui broke his halberd in front of Zhen Jiabao, and was very angry with her, so he returned to Zhen's house gloomy all the way.

I thought that after returning to Zhen's house, seeing the well-behaved and sensible Zhen Meixue, I could breathe a sigh of relief and ease my anger towards Zhen Jiabao, but I didn't expect that Zhen Meixue would somehow get into trouble with him today.

It was just after noon when Zhen Fugui returned to Zhen's house. Zhen Meixue was one year older than Zhen Jiabao, and she was waiting to enter the Zhen family so she had no job. She was baking some desserts by herself at this time of day.

But today she and Mrs. Zhen were sitting opposite each other on the sofa in the living room, both of them had serious expressions on their faces. Said: "Master, you are back."

Zhen Fugui was upset, and immediately frowned and said to Mrs. Zhen: "What are you doing? Why are you so gaffe today?"

Although Mrs. Zhen is over forty years old, she is still a beautiful middle-aged woman. Her well-maintained and wrinkle-free face was distorted by anger. What are you going to see Zhen Jiabao for?"