After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

"I'm not kidding, I really can't." Han Qi knew that if he didn't give a valid reason, Zhao Boyi might not give up the idea of ​​persuading him to drink, so he could only smile helplessly:

"I just took cephalosporin when I came here, so I really can't drink alcohol."

Pair the cephalosporin with wine, and leave after eating. This reason should be legitimate enough.

I don't know why I have to persuade him to drink, is it so interesting?

Seeing that Han Qi still flicked the wine glass away, Zhao Boyi's complexion suddenly became more ugly, and the hearty smile that was originally hanging on his face froze for a moment.

His face darkened, but seeing the light smile of the person in front of him, he didn't feel like having a seizure.

After all, Han Qi said that he took cephalosporins, if he tried to persuade him to drink again, it would appear that he was too aggressive.

Zhao Boyi had no choice but to put down his wine glass resentfully.

"I can't drink, I'm sorry." Han Qi saw that the atmosphere was stagnant, so he picked up the orange juice that was put aside and poured himself a glass: "Then I'll replace the wine with a drink, let's have a drink."

Han Qi got himself a full glass and drank it down in one go.

Fortunately, although the weather is still hot, the orange juice is freshly squeezed and there is no ice, so it is not difficult to drink a glass in one go.

After all, he came late, so it was indeed his problem. After all, it was between classmates. It was normal to ask him to drink, except that he insisted on drinking after rejecting it once.

So Han Qi offered to replace the wine with orange juice to ease the embarrassment of the scene a little bit, and it was also a step forward for Zhao Boyi.

Although he is not very sociable, and even said that he is a little afraid of going out to socialize, he still knows how to love this kind of face project that does not require emotion. After all, he has been in the world of the workplace, and he has the skills he should There are still.

It's just that Zhao Boyi didn't seem to be very happy walking this step.

He fixed his eyes on Han Qi, frowned, and couldn't tell if he was happy or unhappy: "Scholar really only knows how to read, his body is so poor, how can this work, and he needs to exercise more in the future."

It sounded like a caring sentence, but Han Qi always felt something was wrong, but Zhao Boyi turned around after saying this, walked back to his seat and sat down.

But everyone has already left, so Han Qi has no interest in thinking about what's wrong. Anyway, they probably won't meet each other in the future, and they are not familiar with each other now. If something is wrong, it must be wrong. Anyway, he just needs to be honest. The time for this meal slipped away.

Although Han Qi had tried his best to create the atmosphere just now, the atmosphere in the room was still a bit dull due to the poor condition of the sponsor. Fortunately, there were a few male students who were more likely to come and howl. After a few voices, the atmosphere was mobilized again.

Originally, a class reunion should be a time for people who haven't seen each other for a long time to reminisce about the past of their youth, or some small thoughts buried deep in their hearts.

Although it has not been a few months since we met last time, college is really different from high school after all, everyone will undergo some changes more or less, and people who have a good relationship can naturally chat about these changes, When the chat is high, alcohol becomes the best weapon to express emotions.

Familiar people chatted closer and closer, a few people gathered together in a small group, and Han Qi neither drank nor had anyone he was particularly familiar with, so naturally he was left alone sitting alone, The few people who were still around also went to other places to talk to people.

But this was exactly what Han Qi wanted. He was still afraid that someone would come to catch up with him. He was not the original owner, and he was unfamiliar with him.

So now, when people are chatting, drinking and eating, he only needs to eat his own food.

It's just a small problem. He has been eating with Fu Juntong for the past few months. The places he goes to are either well-known hotels or private chefs. When he is at home, Fu Juntong still cooks, no matter where he is, The food he ate and the craftsmanship of the person in charge of the spoon are nothing to say, and the ingredients used are also of high quality.

And in order to take care of his body, the food he eats is also quite delicate.

Now that he was suddenly asked to come to eat casually, he really didn't feel used to it.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. This sentence is true. His tongue has been spoiled recently and he is not used to this kind of dishes from the assembly line.

It always feels too greasy and not very delicious. If I force myself to eat a few mouthfuls, I always feel that the little guy in my stomach will rebel.

It seems that it's not that he doesn't have pregnancy problems, it's just that he pays attention to his diet, so it doesn't show up.

Han Qi reluctantly picked out a few dishes that he still liked, and those that seemed to be good enough to fill his stomach. After feeling no longer hungry, he didn't continue to move his chopsticks. He just poked them one after another. Unfinished food in the bowl.

I don't know if Fu Juntong is full. If not, he can find a place to have a supper later.

Han Qi touched his stomach, and then became a little worried——

It seems that even if he is alone at home in the future, it seems that he will not be able to eat ordinary takeaway food. Han Qi hooked his fingers and roughly calculated the money he would usually spend on meals, and couldn't help but look bitter.

He is too difficult to raise, at least it is like this now, he may not be able to afford food and drink for himself, he is really a little boy who eats soft food.

Fortunately, his face is fair enough, and he still has soft food to eat.

Han Qi smelled the smell of alcohol in the air lingering on the tip of his nose, together with the smell of oil mixed with various vegetables, the two smells mixed together were really a bit sweet.

Greasy, really easy to make an unlucky pregnant woman queasy.

Han Qi felt that the cub's rebellious period might be coming, and he felt a little uncomfortable now, but the good thing was that the reaction was not too violent, so if he could bear it, there would be no problem.

However, it is impossible to continue eating. We can only wait until everyone has eaten enough before leaving. If they still plan to change the scene, they will leave after the transition.

After all, it was only half-eaten now, so it would be impolite for him to leave alone.

Han Qi had no choice but to sit here now, he couldn't eat anymore, because he was a little uncomfortable, his complexion was not very good, and there was no one around him, so he looked lonely and pitiful.

In Zhao Boyi's eyes, this scene became evidence that Han Qi had no one to accompany him, and was too timid to move his chopsticks.

After all, Han Qi's parents died, and his high school classmates basically knew about it. His family conditions were not very good, and he couldn't afford to eat at school. It's normal for people who come to eat in hotels to show timidity now.

Zhao Boyi was just walking around the venue habitually. After all, he was the former class monitor, and he was the host of this meal, so he inevitably showed the posture of a protagonist, and exchanged pleasantries with all the students present.

Unexpectedly, when he came here, he happened to see Han Qi sitting here by himself, with a bad expression on his face, looking at the dishes with chopsticks in his hands but refusing to start.

Thinking back to his academic performance when he was always overwhelmed by Han Qi when he was studying, and thinking of the face he gave himself by not drinking when he walked in today.

Old and new grudges welled up in his heart, Zhao Boyi walked up to Han Qi without even thinking about it.

Isn't this just a good opportunity to run on him?Seeing him sitting there alone, and no one was talking to him, maybe Han Qi would still be grateful to him if he went over to have a word with him.

"Why are you sitting here alone without anyone talking to you?"

Han Qi looked up after hearing the voice, and Zhao Boyi was standing a meter or two in front of him.

He looked at Han Qi, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking malicious.

But after all, he was young, and his expression management was still not in place. Han Qi could tell at a glance that his visitor was not kind, and for some reason, he always felt that Zhao Boyi was not completely malicious.

But Han Qi is not feeling well now, so he doesn't want to talk to him, he just looked up at Zhao Boyi, and then lowered his head again.

Seeing his sleepy expression, Zhao Boyi became more and more sure of his conjecture.

Han Qi must be at a loss, and seeing others gather together, but he can only sit alone, so it feels uncomfortable.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Boyi wanted to stab him even more. Anyway, he had just finished greeting his classmates, and he missed Han Qi. There was no one here, and even if he really said too much, no one heard him.

Even if someone heard it, he could still find a reason to prevaricate it. Even if Han Qi refuted it, it would be okay. After all, between him and Han Qi, whoever has a good relationship with people, whose family is richer, is more worthy of deep friendship, this is almost It can be said to be obvious.

So he continued to speak: "I'm afraid you have never been to this kind of place before. If it wasn't for my treat, you probably don't know when you will be able to eat here."

Although he didn't know what would happen to Han Qi in the future, but in his impression, the current Han Qi would definitely not be able to afford it.

"Please refuse to come. I think I'm afraid of coming. I don't know how to eat anything! You beg me, beg me, and I will help you."

Han Qi frowned. Although he was not polite at all, his tone didn't sound very ironic.

This was even more strange, but Han Qi still ignored him.

Although Zhao Boyi said something bad, he didn't feel angry. After all, what he said was not true. He didn't care if these students were close to him, and he couldn't afford the food here.

The reason for his frowning was not that he was poked at a sore spot, but that Zhao Boyi's whispering in his ear was really annoying.

He didn't have the patience to continue to guess what boys were thinking here.

He looked around and felt that everyone had enough to eat, and he didn't want to stay any longer, so he sent a message to Fu Juntong, saying that he was almost finished and could come to pick him up.

He glanced at Zhao Boyi, and just when he thought Han Qi was finally going to start talking to him, he suddenly found that Han Qi got up directly, and didn't talk to him, just said to him coldly: "It's getting late, and everyone has almost eaten, so I'll go first."

After speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave without hesitation.

But how could Zhao Boyi just let him go like this? Han Qi didn't want to listen to him anymore, but he hadn't said enough. Besides, we haven't seen each other for so long. I couldn't talk a lot when I was in high school. Now You are not so busy anymore, so why don't you say anything and leave.

But Han Qi insisted on leaving, and he couldn't forcefully stop him, and he might not be able to stop him. He didn't find a chance until Han Qi was almost at the door.

He walked to the door one step faster than Han Qi, and directly blocked the door, preventing him from opening it:

"Come late, leave early, don't drink toast, you are not giving me face, it's just that you have been admitted to a key university, and you really regard yourself as a person, do you believe me? If you don’t believe me, just a word from me will cause someone to trouble you, and you won’t be able to study hard at all.”

The room was big, and the door was far away from people. He didn't worry about being heard what he said.

He originally thought that after hearing what he said, Han Qi should give in to him. No matter how bad it is, his attitude should soften a little, and at least reply to him a few words, instead of being like this, no matter what he says, They all acted as if they hadn't heard, and didn't even give a glance.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Han Qi not only ignored him, but even walked around him and opened the door, looking completely unmoved.

However, what neither of them expected was that when the door opened, what came into view was not the empty corridor, but Fu Juntong with a cold and handsome face.

Judging by his expression, he obviously stood here a long time ago. When they were talking just now, the distance from the door was too close, and the volume was not low. Judging by his expression, Fu Juntong should have listened to their conversation at the door for seven days. Seven or eight.

He was already twisting his head tighter when he saw Han Qi's obviously not very good face.

He took Han Qi's hand, pulled him to his side, looked up and down to make sure there was nothing wrong, and then pulled him down behind him.

Immediately, a pair of dark eyes looked at Zhao Boyi without any emotion:

"You said, who are you going to prevent from going to school?"