unscrupulous pregnant woman

Han Jingzhang's people came to pick him up at noon the next day. It was the same driver who had brought them here before, about 1.7 meters tall, with a round face and always wearing a plaid T-shirt. He looked like he was in his 40s and had a very kind face.

Han Yang called him Brother Zhu, and Cheng Yuan followed suit.

Han Jingzhang left the driver to Han Yang. After all, he was born in a small third-tier city where he was not familiar, so he could rest assured that he had such a confidant to follow him.

Han Yang took Qi Hailong away as well, and the chattering in his ear along the way made him feel less troubled.

Yesterday he did physical work all night, and now the car was swaying, Han Yang felt like his waist was bent, and there was a faint protest of swelling in the private place behind.

He turned over, leaned his head on Cheng Yuan's shoulder, and hummed twice with a pale face: "How far is it to get there?"

Cheng Yuan lowered his head and touched his forehead. He felt relieved that he didn't have a fever. He turned his head and looked out the window. It was already dark today since he set off at noon...

He stretched out his hand and stuffed the pillow behind Han Yang's waist, coaxing, "Come on, squint for a while, and I'll hug you down when we get there."

Han Yang is usually a coquettish playboy, when he heard what Cheng Yuan said, he nodded immediately, took off his shoes and lay down on Cheng Yuan's lap.

It wasn't until nearly 11:30 in the middle of the night that the car drove into the urban area.

Cheng Yuan took a general look around. Although this place is not comparable to the capital city, it is still quite lively. There are still people in twos and threes at the door of the small shop with lights on.

The pace of life in third-tier cities has never been too tight, but maybe the slow-paced lifestyle is more suitable for tempering Han Yang's temperament.

The car slowly drove into the community, Han Yang had already woken up and leaned on Cheng Yuan's shoulder, frowning and moaning.

People go to high places, and water stays in low places.

Qi Hailong didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He suddenly came to the city from the countryside, which can be regarded as a firm foothold, and he has nothing to be unhappy about.

After the driver went back, the three of them worked together to carry the luggage upstairs. Inside was a small apartment with three bedrooms and one living room, which was transparent from north to south and fully furnished.

Han Yang sat on the sofa, put the information left by Han Jingzhang on the coffee table one by one, memorized it carefully, and then assigned Qi Hailong the accidents that might happen tomorrow and the things that must be done.

Cheng Yuan packed his things with a sullen head, and glanced at Han Yang from the corner of his eye from time to time.

The three of them cooked noodles, and they were full. Han Yang climbed onto the bed with both hands and feet, leaned on Cheng Yuan's shoulder, and groped down with one hand irregularly.

"I have to go to the company early in the morning, can you decompress me tonight?"

Cheng Yuan looked back at him, stretched out his hand to fix the back of Han Yang's head, and suddenly moved close to kiss the thin smiling lips, repeatedly invading every inch of territory with the tip of his tongue, until Han Yang was out of breath and his eyes were full of spring. Sticking to his temples, said in a deep voice:

"You've been in the car for a whole day today, and your back must be red and swollen. I'll give you medicine in a while, and you'll sleep well."

Han Yang pursed his lips and snickered, found out a change of clothes, and threw them on Cheng Yuan: "It's no fun!"

Cheng Yuan smiled to himself.

----【Pull light wire】----

the next day.

Han Yang got up early, Qi Hailong had already returned from exercising, and there were a few breakfasts on the table.

He changed his clothes quickly and ate breakfast, and frowned when he saw Qi Hailong in casual clothes:

"You don't have a suit?"

Qi Hailong scratched his head in embarrassment: "Country people, how can you wear that thing? I came here in a hurry yesterday and I didn't have time to buy it."

"On the first day of taking office, you must wear formal clothes." Han Yang frowned and thought for a while, and finally pointed to Cheng Yuan: "You find mine and put it on for him."

"Your clothes are small." Cheng Yuan was obviously stumped, and finally found one from the suitcase: "Can you try this?"

Han Yang's eyes lit up, and he pulled the cuffs of his suit to look: "What brand is this, the material is so good?"

"What brand did you wear in the previous interview?" Cheng Yuan took the suit back without any trace, and handed it to Qi Hailong: "Go and try it."

Qi Hailong hurriedly put on his suit and looked in the mirror.Compared with Cheng Yuan's muscular body, he is still a little inferior, and the cuffs and shoulder width of the suit are a bit fat.

"Just make do with it, and I'll take you to buy two sets in the afternoon." Han Yang looked at the time in a hurry, stuffed the briefcase to Qi Hailong, and repeatedly asked:

"There are all important materials here, and they must be kept safe."

Qi Hailong usually thinks that Han Yang is cynical, and always smiles. He has never seen him look so professional and serious.

He was stunned for a while, and hurriedly hugged the briefcase with both hands, nodded very solemnly: "Don't worry."

Cheng Yuan sent the two to the door, and then personally watched them leave.

Just as he was about to clean up the dining table, he heard the doorbell ring. He lowered his head and laughed, "Why did you come back so soon? What did you leave behind?"

Pushing open the door while talking, Cheng Yuan was stunned when he raised his head, his whole body was stiff.

"why you."