unscrupulous pregnant woman

Early the next morning, it was rare for Han Yang not to stay in bed, so he got up early, humming a little tune and looking at the sleepy Cheng Yuan, and approached with a smile:

"I'm going back to the company this morning. I'll pick you up at the construction site at noon, and we'll go out to eat."

Cheng Yuan let out an 'en', rubbed his disheveled hair, turned his head and went into the bathroom, and when he came out of the shower, Han Yang was hurriedly taking out breakfast from the kraft paper bag, urging:

"Hurry up and have breakfast, and I will take you to the construction site in my car later. Shopping for real estate in the afternoon is physical work, so take it easy when you move bricks."

Cheng Yuan frowned and looked at Han Yang, who was standing beside him was an embarrassed little girl who was at a loss.

He had the impression that this person was the little girl who had been courteous to him at the construction site before.

"I'll just go to the construction site to eat."

Han Yang paused in his hands, then set the breakfast on the table with a normal expression, pushed Cheng Yuan to sit down in front of the table, bent down and put his hands on his shoulders, threatening in a low voice:

"If you don't sit here and finish this breakfast today, I promise to bite off that thing of yours tonight, and everyone will die together."

Cheng Yuan vaguely felt a pain in his crotch, subconsciously picked up the porridge on the table, took a big gulp with a sip.

Han Yang patted him satisfied, raised his head and looked at the little girl with a warm look: "What are you doing standing here? Secretary Chen should tell you, you will study by my side from now on." Then he picked up a drawer of steamed buns:

"Eat something together, don't be restrained."

Sun Jia froze for a moment, caught off guard by Han Yang's sudden sugar-coated shells, blushed immediately, and sat cautiously across from them.

Han Yang squinted his eyes and smiled, his elbow seemed to touch Cheng Yuan's arm, and raised his eyebrows: "In the future, Jiajia will be responsible for my life assistant in addition to the company's affairs, you know each other Let’s get along with each other in the future.”

Cheng Yuan sneered, ate the steamed stuffed bun in his hand, took another mouthful of porridge, and remained silent.

Sun Jia brushed the broken hair around her ears, and her face was flushed: "My name is Sun Jia, I graduated from D University, and I just joined the Han Group as an intern for less than half a month."

"Oh, this is not an interview, why are you so serious? This is me..."

Cheng Yuan froze uncontrollably, and couldn't help but quietly pricked up his ears to listen.

Han Yang was obviously trying to whet his appetite, so he made a protracted sound, looked at Cheng Yuan with an ambiguous expression, slid a hand across his arm, and retracted it without any delay, picked up the milk cup, He smiled at Sun Jia:

"Friend, you are so smart, you should understand."

Cheng Yuan was slightly stunned, for some reason, although Han Yang made the relationship between the two ambiguous, leaving room for infinite imagination, he was not satisfied with the answer, not only that, but even a little inexplicably irritated.

He put down the steamed buns casually, and said in a bad tone, "Eat slowly, I'll be leaving first."

Han Yang himself didn't like to eat much in the morning. Seeing Cheng Yuan's serious face, he was secretly happy, and hurriedly trotted to follow.

Poor Sun Jia was so shocked by these words that her face turned pale, and she sat in front of the dinner table in a daze, with the meaningful Flying Eye that Han Yang threw at her just now in her head.

What if the male god is with the boss?

Waiting online, very urgent...

The three of them didn't say much along the way. After all, Han Yang's goal had been achieved, and Cheng Yuan's anger was naturally his unexpected surprise.

This proves that Cheng Yuan is dissatisfied with their current relationship, so it is naturally not impossible for him to develop further.

As for Sun Jia, she hadn't had time to get out of the swamp of shock, and watched the two exchange glances from time to time along the way, except for the initial disbelief that she caught a hint of sweetness in the air.

It's really...a good match!

Sending Cheng Yuan to the construction site, Han Yang sat in the office, Sun Jia went to the market, Secretary Chen came and knocked on the door: "General Manager, Director Han invites you to come over."

Han Yang responded, and immediately got up and went upstairs.

Han Jingzhang was sitting behind the desk, fiddling with a bottle of red wine in his hand, and saw him waving:

"Come here, I got a bottle of fine red wine, how about you take a look?"

Han Yang walked over quickly, took the red wine with both hands, looked surprised when he looked down and saw the name, and put it on the table:

"This winery only produced such a bottle of treasure back then. I heard that many people worked hard to rob it. After so many years, it has been preserved so well?"

"As expected of my son, he really has vision." Han Jingzhang ordered the wine to be put away, then took out a cigar from the drawer and handed it to Han Yang: "One?"

Han Yang paused, smiled and said nothing: "I'm used to smoking cigarettes, I can't stand the smell."

Han Jingzhang nodded, took out the tool for trimming the cigar, and cut off the cap: "Your Aunt Dong is awake, you can go and have a look tomorrow."

Han Yang's heart skipped a beat, he took a deep breath, and the smile on his face froze instantly. He nodded: "It's such a good thing, as a junior, I should get over it."

Han Jingzhang snorted and said, "You are my son, so you naturally think the same as me. But you must know that the cigar can't be cut off rashly. If you cut too much, the wrapper will be damaged. Flatten it, otherwise it will not be smooth to smoke. So before that, put it next to the fire and slowly roast it, and smoke it again when necessary, it will be considered complete." He took out a cigar and handed it to Han Yang.

Han Yang closed his jaw, breathed calmly, took the cigar, held it lightly in his hand, and heard Han Jingzhang say: "You are the fire, now she has to roast slowly under your nose, as for the fire How big it is is all up to you."

"Father, I understand." Han Yang nodded and picked up the cigar: "Son, I promise that the fire will not burn this cigar, nor will it affect the final taste."

"That's good, go back and get busy." Han Jingzhang sighed, his face was a bit old, looking at the back of Han Yang leaving, a hint of shrewdness shot out from the corners of his slightly drooping eyes.

Even though he's getting older, it's still not difficult to see Fang Qiu's scolding in this middle-aged man.

When Han Yang came out of the company, he asked someone to order a unique black box, put the cigars in it, and asked the secretary to put it away.

Then he went to a few luxury stores. He didn't like to come to these places on weekdays. He said that luxury goods, for a son like him who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, were vulgar things.

But for the sake of Cheng Yuan, he is willing to sacrifice once, so let's be vulgar!

Belts, handbags, suits, famous watches, cuffs, it didn't take long to fill a car full of them.

Han Yang drove his red sports car straight to the construction site. As soon as he stopped, the dust hovering in the air attracted a lot of attention before it could fall down.

The foreman naturally knew him, and hurriedly nodded and bowed over: "Mr. Han, what do you think you want to inspect? I'll go get you a hard hat right away."

"No need." Han Yang waved his hand, and said to Cheng Yuan, who was squatting and eating a boxed lunch not far away: "Give him an afternoon off, I want to take him out."

"Xiao Cheng? Oh, it's his good fortune to have him go with you. If it's not afternoon, you can take him to work. The manager has me."

Han Yang is also a good person, and he smiled when he heard this: "Then thank you, brother."

"Mr. Han, you are too polite. If you need anything in the future, just ask."

"That's natural."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the foreman turned his head to look at Cheng Yuan, wiped the sweat from his brow, and wondered when did this person get close to such a big boss?Quickly urged:

"Xiao Cheng, don't eat, don't make Boss Han wait, hurry up!"

Cheng Yuan only felt throbbing pains in his temples, reached out his hand and touched the lunch box to the side, wiped off the sweat with the towel around his neck, picked up a bottle of water and drank it clean.

Seeing his unhurried appearance, the foreman rushed over and kicked him: "Mr. Han is looking for you, but you still put it on the shelf, I'm giving you face!"

Han Yang was admiring the way Cheng Yuan drank water, intoxicated by that male hormone.

In the end, he was completely crushed by the foreman for a while, especially seeing Cheng Yuan's firm kick, he burst into anger.

The car door slammed shut with a bang, and he rushed towards the foreman with two strides. Cheng Yuan stopped him with sharp eyesight and quick hands, and said in a deep voice:

"Boss Han, you can go."

"Fucking he kicked you!"

"I'm fine, I can go." Cheng Yuan frowned, and pulled Han Yang into the car.

Han Yang turned his head to look at him, slammed his fist on the steering wheel, huffed angrily, and said angrily, "You're a piece of wood, you won't hide if you stand there and let me kick you? What's your origin, foreman? My people dare to kick, he doesn't want to mess around, don't worry! Master tomorrow will find a few people to kick back for you."

Cheng Yuan looked at his anxious and distressed look, and suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart. Since he was a child, his father did not love his mother or his mother. It was the first time that someone loved him and wanted to stand up for him.

Under this overwhelming touch, he felt that the so-called morality and ethics were simply fucking bullshit!

He put his arms around the back of Han Yang's head, moved his upper body forward, and kissed that chattering little mouth directly. The tip of his tongue really outlined the lip lines on it, and then his tongue penetrated into his mouth, carelessly searching for Han Yang. The saliva in his mouth plundered Han Yang's breath like a storm.

After a long while, the faces of both of them were slightly flushed, and Han Yang was holding back tears in his eyes, his lips were red and swollen, he looked at Cheng Yuan excitedly and puzzled, and then he heard someone say:

"Stupid thing."

I will never need you to protect me, and I will protect you in the days to come, just like you do today.