unscrupulous pregnant woman

Li Zong couldn't stand the bombing, so Han Yang's frightened him, so he recruited everything.

It turned out that someone had died in that house, and his aunt didn't know about it when she bought it. Later, she often heard voices, and only found out about it after inquiring.

Han Yang never believed in these stories of ghosts and gods. He sat half-believing and watched Li Zong's showdown with him in a mysterious way. The more he listened, the more upset he became. He grabbed the car keys on the table and got up abruptly:

"It's done. The more you talk, the more you say it. I'm going back."

"Hey!" Li Zong followed and grabbed his wrist: "Since you know everything, don't go back and live there, that place is very evil. I'll find another suitable place for you tomorrow."

Han Yang pulled out his hand impatiently: "You said that you are also a person with advanced education, why are you so superstitious!"

Li Zong opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he saw that Han Yang had already gotten into the car and drove away. He sighed faintly, and turned his head back.

After returning home, Han Yang inspected every bedroom, and finally stopped in the living room.Looking up, he sighed.

He really felt that the house had no faults that could be picked out except for the abnormal wiring every night.

Whether it is the layout or the decoration, it is his favorite style.

The phone rang twice, and Han Yang was so frightened that his whole body trembled. He opened it and saw that it was a text message from Li Zong.

"How? How do you feel?"

He sat down on the sofa, raised his head and took a sip of beer, quickly typed a line with his fingers, and then clicked send.

"Master is very good!"

He threw the phone angrily, and drank the can of beer. It wasn't until the can was pinched and deformed that Han Yang suddenly realized that he didn't even have time to open the refrigerator to get the beer.

The half-drinked can in your hand...who took it out?

Han Yang gasped, his scalp was numb, and he heard the sound of walking in the living room, step by step, and finally disappeared into the guest room.

Sitting on the sofa for a whole night, until my legs were numb, I finally moved out of this haunted apartment with dark circles under my eyes.

The driver looked at his big and small bags with a embarrassed look on his face, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Han, are you...?"

Han Yang closed the door with a slam, and said with a livid face, "Take these things to the neighborhood of Xin Square in a while, give them to Mr. Cheng, and tell him I'll be there at night."

"Yes." The driver nodded and drove the car with an inexplicable expression on his face.

Cheng Yuan received a kind gift from Han Yang early in the morning. When he looked at the large and small luggage at the door and the driver who was sweating profusely and panting, he felt his temples throb twice.

"What does this mean?" Cheng Yuan asked.

"Mr. Han said that he will send the things first."

"I'm not a scrap yard here."

"But... this is what Mr. Han told you." The driver wiped his sweat with his hand, and smiled, "If you don't want to accept it, you can call Mr. Han yourself, and don't make things difficult for us."

Cheng Yuan had black lines on his face. Before today, he didn't even know the surname of that scoundrel, let alone his phone number.

The driver dropped his luggage and fled the scene in a hurry. Low-level people like them, if they can't do what the boss ordered, they can easily lose their jobs.

Rather than offending that fox Han Yang, he might as well offend Cheng Yuan, a powerless and poor boy.

Han Yang had a meeting in the morning, and got into the construction site after ten o'clock. Cheng Yuan was squatting downstairs in a cool place to eat lunch, and his face was livid when he saw him.

Han Yang waved his hand at him, turned around and grabbed the manager's wrist, the man stopped chattering and looked at him inexplicably.

"Boss Han..."

"Manager Hu, take my car to the factory in Xicheng to have a look later, and make sure that the goods can be delivered on time tomorrow morning."

Hu Liang nodded quickly: "Yes, Mr. Han, I'll go right away."

"Go." Han Yang patted him on the shoulder, his eyes were always on Cheng Yuan, and he ran over impatiently, and Cheng Yuan greeted him: "Hi! Qiaoha!"

"Unfortunately." Cheng Yuan looked up at him and took a bite of his meal: "Move your things away at night, I'm not used to living with people."

"Get used to it slowly." Han Yang took off his gloves and put an arm on Cheng Yuan's shoulder: "I have no place to live, so why don't you take me in for a few days as a kind deed?"

Cheng Yuan frowned, feeling a headache from the smell of cologne on Han Yang's clothes, and moved to the side unobtrusively, but in the next second the fellow posted it unceremoniously.

He really wondered, what kind of family could educate such an arrogant and domineering person?

"The monks in the temple do good deeds, why don't you ask them." Cheng Yuan said.

"The monks in the temple are not as good-looking as you?"

Han Yang smiled, revealing a neat row of white teeth, pointed canine teeth revealing shrewdness, his eyes curled up in a smile, and short shoulder-length hair with some curly hair, he looked like a firefox with fried fur.

Cheng Yuan turned his head and saw such a scene, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and then the heart under his chest, which had always been as calm as water, started beating violently.

Every blow is powerful and shocking, as if it will jump out of the throat in the next second and jump directly into Han Yang's arms.

Han Yang has long been used to other people looking at him like this, but when he saw Cheng Yuan's ice-like face showing a hint of fascination with him, he felt that this feeling was quite exciting, and the male hormones in his body rubbed against each other. go up.

He moved to Cheng Yuan's side and whispered into the man's ear, "You said... am I pretty?"

Cheng Yuan avoided Han Yang's sight and said frankly, "Like a fox."

"Is it good-looking or not?" Han Yang put a sticker on Cheng Yuan's body persistently.

Stretching out a hand to rest on his shoulder, he carelessly teased the tight muscles on his shoulder and the blood vessels protruding from his forearm due to tension.

"improvise."

It was the first time that Cheng Yuan felt that he was so lacking in concentration. He always rejected physical contact with others.

As a result, he still felt good about Han Yang's touch.

His hands are really soft, and it looks like he hasn't done any work at ordinary times.If this hand holds his own thing, it must be very exciting to rub.

Han Yang naturally didn't know what Cheng Yuan was thinking in his heart. Seeing that Cheng Yuan didn't speak, he thought that the straight man was out of response.

Cheng Yuan was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, took advantage of the opportunity to close the lunch box, hurriedly got up and threw the lunch box away, and went into the pile of cement workers next to him.

Maybe it was deliberate, Han Yang didn't see Cheng Yuan for a few times in the afternoon, he was too busy to touch the ground, and it was dark before he had time to think about it.

Cheng Yuan greeted his workers, and ran straight to his motorcycle, and saw a red shirt leaning on it not far away.

He pinched a cigarette with his slender fingertips, raised his head and exhaled slowly, then turned his head and smiled at him.

The teaser's heart trembled.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Han Yang brushed his hair, probably because he was tired during the day, and he looked a little lazy: "I'm hungry, let's go eat something?"

Cheng Yuan paused, and finally walked over and took out the helmet and threw it into Han Yang's arms, turned on the motorcycle, and soon his waist tightened, and he was hugged from behind.

The two finally stopped at the entrance of a food stall, and they could smell the smell of mutton skewers from a distance.

The boss is a friend of Cheng Yuan. He is 36 years old. He is tall and tall, even a bit aggressive, but he has a good temper and always smiles.

Seeing Cheng Yuan, the boss wiped his hand on the apron and greeted him: "You came so late today? Is it still the old rules?"

Cheng Yuan nodded, looked back at Han Yang, and said, "Give him the same one."

"Okay!" The boss readily agreed, and Cheng Yuan took Han Yang to find a clean place to sit down.

When Han Yang was in Korea, he also ate food stalls, but the smell of mutton skewers still gave him a headache.

"Not used to it?" Cheng Yuan rarely took the initiative to talk.

"No, how can it be!" Han Yang took out a few pieces of paper, and wiped the table desperately, and had to pretend that he didn't care.

"Then let's have a few more strings of kidneys." Cheng Yuan suppressed a smile, took the mutton skewers from the waiter and placed them in front of Han Yang.

Han Yang usually doesn't eat kidneys, and even the best dishes would make him feel nauseous as long as they smell of uric acid. When he heard Cheng Yuan's words, his face immediately turned dark, but he couldn't help himself.

"Don't come here, how can the two of us eat so much?"

Cheng Yuan acted as if he hadn't heard, and ordered another five strings of kidneys, and placed them in front of Han Yang 'intimately', with a smile on his face:

"Whatever you eat, what you nourish, take care of your kidney deficiency."

Han Yang's mind was full of the smell of the kidney, so he didn't even care what Cheng Yuan said. By the time he realized it, Cheng Yuan had already finished a plate of fried noodles.

"Who are you talking about with kidney deficiency?" Han Yang was not polite, kicking Cheng Yuan's calf.

Cheng Yuan didn't hide, and let him kick him firmly: "The underside of the eye sockets is black and blue, typical of excessive indulgence."

"The project has slowed down in the past two days, and I'm tired from staying up late and working overtime." After eating and drinking enough, Han Yang leaned on the chair and picked his teeth with a toothpick, a little proud: "Is this a dark circle? This is glory. "

Cheng Yuan ate his kidneys, and laughed when he heard this.

He felt that Han Yang became more and more interesting the more he thought about it. On the surface, he looked like a monkey spirit, but in fact, he could see through the sweet eyes in his stomach at a glance.

A silly thing.

After dinner, the two went back to the rental house together.Cheng Yuan's calm face became serious again when he saw Han Yang's luggage and clothes all over the floor.

Han Yang didn't take it seriously at all, he took off his shoes and hummed a little tune, and went straight into the bathroom with his own toiletries.

When he came out, Cheng Yuan was sitting on the bed reading a book, concentrating on it.Han Yang walked over and tilted his head to look at the title of the book. He couldn't remember what it was written in for a long time, but he knew it must be a famous foreign book when he saw the cover.

"Yo? You guys who move bricks also read foreign masterpieces?"

"Self-sublimation, can't you?" Cheng Yuan took off his glasses, closed his book and lay down alone, and touched Han Yang's calf as soon as he stretched his leg.

It seems that I really have to look at the folding bed tomorrow.