unscrupulous pregnant woman

After working for a week, Han Yang finally looked forward to the first weekend. He bought wine and cooked food, hummed a little tune all the way home, and heard voices inside when he was about to enter the door.

It stands to reason that Cheng Yuan, like himself, is a newcomer and has no friends.

Han Yang frowned, reached out and knocked on the door, and sure enough, as soon as they pushed it open, he saw a pair of unfamiliar shoes at the door.

Cheng Yuan didn't seem to expect that he would come back so early, a trace of uneasiness crossed his face: "Why are you so early today?"

"Tomorrow is the weekend, let's have a drink tonight." Han Yang poked his head to look in. There was a man in a suit and leather shoes standing next to the sofa, and he nodded when he saw him.

"Who is this?"

"Hi, Mr. Han, I'm from the property management company, and I'm here to find out about the situation. You also know that the safety of the community is the most important issue, so you won't make mistakes if you register well." Then he got up and was about to leave. Retire."

Han Yang nodded without any doubt, watched the property staff leave, and then turned his head and said: "The security work in this community is really good now. I know twice a week, which is worthy of encouragement."

Cheng Yuan nodded, the two cooked a table of dishes that night, opened a bottle of wine, and naturally did something they loved to do after eating.

After the weekend, for the next two months, Han Yang kept running between the construction site and the wine bureau, coming back almost every day in the middle of the night or early in the morning, and he smelled of alcohol when he came back.

Cheng Yuan is also used to cooking a pot of hangover soup for him every night, and light hot porridge in the morning to save Han Yang from stomachache.

Seeing that Han Yang had also settled down here, Cheng Yuan wanted to find a job. How much money he made was secondary, but he usually had something to do, so he wouldn't be like a housewife waiting for Han Yang to come back at home.

Today, Han Yang was also reeking of alcohol, he flicked his shoes when he entered the door, and he was nestled on the sofa.

Cheng Yuan sat down, let her lean on his shoulder, and said, "You have stabilized now, and it's not a problem for me to stay at home all the time. I just want to go to the market tomorrow to see if there is a suitable job."

Han Yang has been upset for no reason these days, and when he heard that Cheng Yuan also wanted to go out to work, he became even more angry: "It's not that I can't afford you, you say you need experience or not If you don’t have any connections, you can only find some brick-moving work when you go to the market. Isn’t it good to turn on the air conditioner at home in this hot day? Why bother to find a way to suffer.”

Cheng Yuan knows that his company is under a lot of pressure, and he must be unaccustomed to a new environment when he is new to it.

I had no choice but to pat Han Yang on the shoulder comfortingly: "I just want to go out to practice and practice, and I can help you as soon as possible. Seeing that you are busy with company management all day long, and you have to go to the construction site, and you have to drink with them at night. It really hurts."

Han Yang was so angry that his heart was softened by these words. He leaned back, leaned on Cheng Yuan's shoulder again, and said in a muffled voice, "You stay at home, and the money you earn from moving bricks The money is not enough for my meal."

In fact, Han Yang has selfish intentions. No matter how late he comes back these days, he can always see the lights on when he enters the community. He knows that Cheng Yuan must be waiting for him. Sober up soup that doesn't taste very good.

He is afraid that one day Cheng Yuan will find a job and have his own circle, and he will be busy socializing all day long like himself.

Just like Zheng Yi left himself at home at that time.

Cheng Yuan has a high degree of education and strong abilities. In this small third-tier city, there must be someone willing to dig through the layers of dirt to discover his essence and reuse him.

At that time, when I go home, the lights will not be on, people will disappear, and there will be no hangover soup for stomachaches.

He was really afraid of that kind of loneliness, so afraid that just thinking about it would make him feel cold to the bone.

"But..." Cheng Yuan frowned, and hugged Han Yang tightly: "I'm not a woman, how can I stay at home all the time, waiting for you to support me."

"Why not?!" Han Yang pushed him away hard, stood up, and looked aggressive: "Isn't it good that someone takes care of you? You just cook for me every day and wait for me to come back! Can't you?"

Cheng Yuan also turned cold, looked up at Han Yang, and said in a deep voice, "Han Yang, I'm a man, and I want to help you one day so that you won't be so tired."

"Don't dream! The reason why I found you was because you are a migrant worker. You will not pose a threat to my job. I don't want you to come and help me at all." That point of planning to add oil and vinegar was poured out.

Cheng Yuan's face became even more ugly: "You're drunk, I won't take what the drunk said seriously."

"I'll give you pocket money every month. How much do you want? Ten thousand? Fifty thousand? Eighty thousand? It's all right. As long as you ask for one hundred thousand, I can afford it."

"Han Yang!" Cheng Yuan got up angrily, grabbed Han Yang's wrist, and forced him to look up: "I told you, don't buy me with money."

Han Yang froze for a moment, broke free, and sneered: "Don't you just want to make money when you go out to work? Then you cook for me at home every day, warm the bed at night, and I will give you more money. What? You Afraid that I can't support you?"

"I've already made up my mind." Cheng Yuan stepped forward to support his crumbling body, and softly comforted him: "You're drunk today, we'll have a good chat when you wake up someday."

Not wanting to, Han Yang pushed him away: "Cheng Yuan, don't be shameless. The master said he wanted to support you, but you still push him back and forth, because you think you have less money?"

"Han Yang, I'm with you, never for your money."

"Then what are you trying to figure out? Figure people?" Han Yang is most afraid of his feelings on weekdays, but he is not afraid of him with the help of Jiu Jin: "There are too many people who want to picture me in this world, so don't even think about it. I am from the Han Group. The only son, I will marry a wife and have children sooner or later to continue the blood of the Han family. How can I be entangled with a man for a lifetime?"

Cheng Yuan clenched his hands into fists, looked at Han Yang ferociously, and asked harshly, "Is it a lie that you like me and treat me well?"

"No." Han Yang was categorical. Seeing that Cheng Yuan had eased up a little, he laughed again: "You go and find out. I, Han Yang, have been chasing for so many years, no matter who is good for whom, it is true."

"I'm in your heart, just like them...?" Cheng Yuan stared at Han Yang heartbrokenly.

Han Yang raised his head and drank the hangover soup on the table, picked up the coat on the sofa, opened the door and said with his head tilted:

"Think about it yourself. If you want to be with me, you have to accept this." After speaking, Cheng Yuan didn't give Cheng Yuan a chance to refute, and rushed out of the door.

With the sound of closing the door, the light bulb suddenly flickered twice, and then went out very well.

Cheng Yuan stood in the living room for a long time, until there was a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth, and he slowly recovered.

He lowered his head and spat into the palm of his hand, spit out the broken teeth mixed with blood.

Cheng Yuan picked up the phone, unable to restrain his violently trembling fingers.

Finally, after several twists and turns, he dialed the familiar number, and the other party connected.

"Find out a person's whereabouts for me."