unscrupulous pregnant woman

In the afternoon, Li Zong and Qin Shi came with big and small bags, and they pretended to come to see Han Yang.

Han Yang knew that these two people had wanted to see Cheng Yuan for a long time, but he stopped him and never had a chance.

He didn't tell the truth to Li Zongqin, because he thought that being drugged by Wang Zhengyuan was too much involved, and one less person who knew before the dust settled would be less dangerous.

Second, Han Yang also felt really ashamed, so he was embarrassed to tell Li Zong and Qin Shi, but only said that he had food poisoning.

Cheng Yuan didn't show any impatience for the two people who came here with a complicated intention. He took the fruit and the fruit, and poured the water when he needed it, but Han Yang was not happy about it.

My own men, why let them order!

"Hey, go and ask what procedures are required for discharge from the hospital. If you can do it now, don't delay it until tomorrow morning." He sent Cheng Yuan away with an excuse.

Li Zong sat on the sofa and gnawed an apple with a 'click', and laughed: "The relationship between you two is developing rapidly, look at how expressive your eyebrows are."

It's okay if he didn't mention it, but when he mentioned Han Yang, he would get full of stomach, and smashed the pillow casually: "It's all because of your bad idea, if Cheng Yuan and I hadn't had a big fight at the sales office, I would have Food poisoning?"

Li Zong and Qin Shi exchanged glances, both of them knew they didn't understand, touched their noses embarrassingly, and said, "Oh, we are also kind, who knows that he is a noble master."

Qin Shi nodded hurriedly: "I don't dare to say anything else, but judging from his appearance, he has sharp edges and corners, and his sword eyebrows are like knives. He looks blessed at first glance. His temperament and hair don't look like a hard worker either. .”

Li Zong patted his thigh and moved closer to Han Yang: "Are you sure about the investigation? Don't be a prince who is living among the people."

"The Qing dynasty is dead." Han Yang threw an apple over, and Li Zong let out an ouch before he curled his lips in satisfaction: "Brick movers can't be good-looking anymore? Look at your vulgar faces!"

"Cut." Li Zong rubbed his stomach. "Qin Shi is right. Of course there are good-looking ones in the brick-moving house, but not as good-looking as him."

Hearing these words, Han Yang inevitably felt a little shaken. He was about to speak, but when Cheng Yuan pushed the door in, he glared at Li Zong and Qin Shi, and they immediately fell silent in understanding.

Cheng Yuan picked up the apple casually, took out the dagger that had been stuck on his waist, peeled it, cut it into pieces, and pushed it to Han Yang: "Eat something and we'll talk."

Li Zong moved closer on purpose: "Hey, brother Cheng, where is your home? Han Yang always talks about you, and we can see you alive today."

"My hometown is in the northeast."

"Is there anyone else in that family? Don't blame us for inquiring. Seeing your relationship with Mr. Han, the blessings of us being friends must be blessings, but we have to consider him."

"In the early years, there were grandpa and grandma at home. Later, the two elders disappeared, so I came out to work until now."

Han Yang glanced at Cheng Yuan from the corner of his eye, fearing that Li Zong might encounter Cheng Yuan's Ni Lin if he said something wrong, but fortunately, after listening for a long time, the scene was still under control.

"Then what about your parents?" Li Zong chased after him.

Cheng Yuan paused, a slight strangeness flashed across his face, and then disappeared: "They are all working in other places, and I haven't contacted for a long time."

Li Zong still wanted to ask, but was forced back by Han Yang's eyes.Qin Shi hurriedly said something to ease the atmosphere, and after sitting for a long time, he dragged Li Zong away.

The ward became quiet. There were originally two beds, but Han Yang asked Cheng Yuan to squeeze into the same bed with him. He pretended that he was frightened and couldn't sleep well.

Cheng Yuan was also happy, hugging Han Yang from behind, feeling the body temperature of his body, and passed on his heartbeat unreservedly.

"Don't be angry, Li Zong and the others are also doing it for my own good, there is no malice."

Cheng Yuan nodded, and smiled on his temples: "As long as you don't take care of me with the house and car, I won't be angry."

"Then what can I take care of you?"

"Take your heart." Han Yang was slightly stunned, bowed his head and smiled, but a heart hung in his throat out of thin air.

He just likes Cheng Yuan very much, but so far this love is not enough for him to surrender his heart.

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Early the next morning, the car sent by Han Jingzhang stopped at the entrance of the hospital. The two packed up their things and quickly got into the car, leaving all the procedures to the secretary.

The car drove out of the urban area, and it took five or six hours to drive, and finally stopped at the entrance of a village.

Han Jingzhang bought a piece of land here in the early years and built a small two-story building, not too big, with warm yellow walls and transparent floor-to-ceiling windows from the outside. The yard was paved with cobblestones and a silk tree was planted. will be able to see.

It can be regarded as a special scene in the village.

The two took the keys, opened the door and moved the things in. Except for some clothes and food, there was almost everything in the house.

After such a toss, Han Yang's face turned pale, and he climbed onto the sofa with both hands and feet. Before that, he was hurt by gastric lavage and drinking water, and now he started to hurt.

Cheng Yuan quickly poured a glass of water for him, turned his head and went into the kitchen, put everything in order, and froze when he passed the cooking table casually.

He looked down at his slightly dusty fingertips, frowned suddenly, and stared for a long time, until the doorbell sounded impatiently urging him, and then he walked back to the living room with vigor.

Pushing open the door, there was a man standing outside, about 25 six, more than 1.8 meters tall, with a short cropped hair, and a man with dark skin. When he saw him, there was a simple smile on his face:

"I see that people have moved in here today. I want to remind you that it will rain at night. If you can move the things in your yard, move them in, otherwise they will all be watered."

Cheng Yuan glanced at the tables, chairs and some cardboard boxes in the yard, nodded, opened the door and turned sideways:

"Come in and sit for a while?"

The man rubbed the stubble of his thick hair, took out a can from his arms, and stuffed it into Cheng Yuan's hand: "I don't want to sit anymore, I just came to tell you, so as not to save such a good furniture from being drained." Soaked."

With that said, he left in a hurry.

Cheng Yuan is not a hypocritical person either. After all, he and Han Yang will live here for a while, and the villagers and neighbors will know each other sooner or later.

He looked up at the sky, and it was indeed a bit cloudy, so he simply moved all the outside things in, and pulled a piece of plastic sheet to spread on the flower bed in the yard.

When he turned his head back, Han Yang had already fallen asleep in a daze, frowning from time to time, not knowing what to say.

Cheng Yuan carried him into the bedroom on the second floor, took off his clothes and lay down together, the two hugged each other under the quilt, and fell asleep after a while.

Cheng Yuan slept soundly this time, probably because he was tired from tossing and tossing for the past two days, and he had done so much work, even hard-working people couldn't hold on anymore.

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When Han Yang opened his eyes, it was already six o'clock in the evening, and there was light rain crackling outside the window, and a smell of rice came from downstairs, and there seemed to be voices of people talking, which was very lively.

He took a shower, changed some clothes, and then went down the stairs. From a distance, he saw someone busy in his house with a loud voice.

Han Yang frowned, his voice was still a little hoarse just after waking up, and his voice sounded extraordinarily low:

"who are you?"