After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

Han Qi didn't even look at it. He stuffed the business card into his pocket casually. He opened the bag, and inside was a box of common anti-inflammatory drugs and a tube of Longyingma ointment.

This room carried all the embarrassing memories he had since he traveled here, and he really didn't want to stay here any longer.There was unopened mineral water in the room, he took two pills with the mineral water, put on his shoes and was about to leave, the moment his hand touched the doorknob, he hesitated for a moment, then turned back and took the rest of the medicine Put it in the pocket with the ointment.

The medicine has been unsealed by him, and the man doesn't look like someone who will be short of the two yuan for the medicine. If he doesn't take it, no one will continue to take it. What's more, the man won't be able to use the ointment anyway. , Just left it like this and probably threw it away. It's a pity that he went to buy it himself and it took a lot of effort, and it cost extra money. It's better to take it away to save wasting resources.

Han Qi went out, relying on his memory, and quickly found the staff lounge.

All his personal belongings are placed in the cabinet with their respective names on it, making it easy to find.He easily found his own cabinet and opened it, took out important things such as mobile phones, and then went to the human resources department to resign.

It's impossible to stay any longer. He probably offended everyone badly last night. He has no power or influence, so it's too easy for others to slaughter him.

Regardless of whether Zhang Shao didn't succeed yesterday, whether he will come to trouble him again in the future, let's say that the manager of the lobby is acting like a pimp, this time it is Zhang Shao, and there is no such thing as Wang Shaoli if he doesn't keep it all in the future. I can't stand it.

It's only been a few days since I came here to work, so it's really unlucky to encounter this kind of thing.

It was almost ten o'clock when I woke up today, and it was already eleven o'clock when I finished my work, packed up my things and went out, which was almost when the sun was at its most vicious.

The hotel is not too close to his home, so Han Qi is going to take a taxi home.In normal times, he would definitely choose to take the bus home to save some money, but now his waist and legs obviously cannot withstand the long-distance bumps of the bus.

It's summer, and it's time for meals. There are not many people on the road, and it is difficult to get a taxi.The hot sun shone on his body, and a thin layer of sweat soon appeared on his forehead, and his overdrawn body faintly protested last night.

After waiting for a while, someone finally took the order and rushed this way. If he waited a little longer, his weather-beaten body would really be unbearable.

After the car arrived, Han Qi hurried into the car and heaved a sigh of relief. The cooling effect of the car's air conditioner was good, and the moment he got in the car, he felt much more comfortable.

The driver is an uncle in his forties, with a good smile and good looks.After reporting his address, Han Qi leaned on the back seat to rest.

His complexion was really not good, and there were still red marks on his neck that were not covered up.

The driver master looked at him several times through the rearview mirror, and finally couldn't help but say a few words:

"Young man, in life, there are more or less such things as difficulties."

The driver's voice was very thick, with a southern accent, "I think you are not in good condition, but you still have to take care of your health. There is no obstacle that you can't pass at a young age."

Han Qi keenly felt that there was something in the driver's words.

As soon as he looked up, he happened to see himself in the rearview mirror of the car. The neckline of this dress was a bit wide, and it couldn't hide the higher marks at all.

Han Qi was numb all of a sudden, he already understood what the driver master misunderstood.

There is no way to explain this, Han Qijin closed his mouth and started to play dead, his heart was as cold as RT-Mart's knife for killing fish.

Perhaps the master driver could see that he was uncomfortable, so he didn't continue talking. He smacked his mouth twice, picked up the cigarette at hand, and put it in his mouth.

It seemed that he was afraid that Han Qi would be dissatisfied, so he explained: "I just had a good time with my mouth full, so I don't know how to order."

He grinned and showed a happy smile: "I'm not afraid of making fun of you if I say it. I have a girl who is not very old but has a lot of ideas. Every day I work with her mother to make me quit smoking. Once she finds out that I smell like smoke, Crying as soon as you curl your lips, while crying, you still don’t forget to talk about me, you talk about this child now, it’s really overwhelming..."

Along the way, the driver was talking about the details of his life with his daughter. It was obviously nothing serious, but it sounded very bright and warm.

The trivial matters suddenly made Han Qi feel down-to-earth.

Han Qi listened with a smile, feeling that his physical fatigue had subsided a little, and he didn't interject or interrupt.

He suddenly felt a little envious. He was an orphan since he was a child. Although the aunts, nurses, and occasional volunteers in the orphanage are nice people, the affection they can give is always different from that of real parents.

Once traveled through time, he was still an orphan when he came over.It seems that he can only live alone all the time, and has never had the opportunity to experience such warmth.

Time passed quickly along the way. After arriving at the community where his home was located, the driver gave some more casual instructions. After Han Qi thanked the driver, he paid the fare and walked home.

At this point, there are not many people coming in and out.

The building should have been built a long time ago, and it looks a bit dilapidated, but fortunately, the location is not bad, it can be regarded as an old city, and it is not too far from the current city center.

Han Qi came home and opened the door.The whole house was fairly clean. It was small in size, but it was deserted and unpopular.

This is quite normal. After all, high schools basically live on campus. There are only a few days when you can come back to live in a month. It’s not long since the end of the college entrance examination, let alone two days ago. He stayed at home, so it would be strange if there were people in the house.

Han Qi only felt mentally and physically exhausted. He went into the bedroom to take a rest and sleep.

The mattress was not thick and not soft, but it was very comfortable. Han Qi was also very tired, but he lay on the bed and rolled around twice but did not feel sleepy.

He turned sideways and saw a group photo of a family of three on the bedside table. The man was kind and the woman was gentle, all smiling brightly.

The photo frame is very old, the color is a little yellow, and the edges are a little worn, but the overall condition is well preserved, and it can be seen that the owner loves it very much.

He sat up suddenly, found a piece of cloth, carefully wrapped the photo frame on the bedside table with the cloth without leaving any gaps, and then carefully put it into the locker for safekeeping.

Perhaps the little activity just now drained all of Han Qi's remaining energy, and this time he fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

In the company, after Du Ke reported the ins and outs of his investigation to Fu Juntong, he took out a USB flash drive: "The surveillance video in the hotel has been disposed of, and only the copy in hand is left. Boss, you can take a look at it." "He put the USB flash drive with the surveillance video on the table, and continued: "I have already contacted the general manager of the hotel, and I have fired the manager of the lobby who co-operated with Mr. Zhang in drugging people last night."

This hotel belongs to the Fu Group. As the special assistant to the president, he has considerable power.

Fu Juntong nodded coldly, "Go back and arrange to supervise all aspects of the operation and management of your hotel, and see if there are any other people with evil intentions."

"Okay, boss, I will inform you."

Du Ke lowered his head and recorded it for a while, looked at Fu Juntong's calm expression, and felt ashamed that as a special assistant, as the boss's puppy leg, his skill in observing words and expressions was extremely incompetent. After thinking about it, he bit the bullet and asked, "By the way, boss, do you need me to investigate that person's information in detail?"

Fu Juntong shook his head, usually he was not willing to do such a thing, "No need." It is not difficult to check a person's life, but he felt that it was somewhat disrespectful.

Fu Dong taught him since he was a child that no matter what he is dealing with, he must extract the essence and discard the dross.

Although he is a boss, he is also a boss with a bottom line and principles. He will not do things that do not conform to the core values ​​of socialism.

What's more, his countless experiences in reading articles made him extremely confident in himself: "Don't worry, no matter how hard he escapes, he won't be able to escape from my palm."

Du Ke looked miserable.

Although he has already known that the boss is familiar with the quotations of President Ba, and over the years, although he has not heard it many times, there are always a few times a month, but every time he looks at the boss with that stern face He was shocked when his face said such shaky words.

Is it true that you can become a kind of person by looking at anything, so in the future, will he also find some Ba Zong literature to read?

"Okay, boss." Du Ke kept his head down and hurried out.He didn't dare to look up, he was afraid that after Fu Juntong saw his too distorted face, he would be punished by withholding his bonus.

Fu Juntong put away the USB flash drive, he didn't plan to watch the video, he planned to take it home and put it away after get off work.

He was sitting on his large boss chair, seemingly serious about processing documents, but in fact his thoughts had already flown to nowhere.

How long will it take to find him?

Did you meet by chance, or did you take the initiative to come to the door?

Will you call or send a message?

A qualified overlord like him will definitely receive the news in a few days.

The more he thought about it, the more he lost his mind, and his subordinates didn't pay attention. He even wrote the wrong name on the signed document. He stood up, put the document in the shredder and shredded it, and then sent a message to ask the secretary to print a new copy.

He looked at the vibration displayed on the phone, and the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became, and he resolutely changed it to ringing.

Fu Juntong decided that even if he was sleeping for the next few days, his cell phone would keep ringing, and he would never miss a single message.

The author has something to say:

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Long Yingma = Ma Yinglong