After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

In order to allow Han Qi to play comfortably during the period of his birthday, Fu Juntong was not idle during the National Day. He did everything he could do. Hurry up and finish explaining.

Not only that, but he also specifically entrusted Fu Yuan, who retired to live with Jiang Meng at home, if he couldn't come back for a while and there was something important in the company, let him come forward and manage the company for a few more days.

Anyway, he and Jiang Meng had enough time to go out to play during the National Day, and it was time to share the worries about his son's future life.

After arranging everything, Fu Juntong took Han Qi on the private plane to the island.

When staying with Fu Juntong, the most things he does are going to work and eating. Although Fu Juntong always goes to relatively high-end places, from these two things alone, Han Qi can already feel the fragrance of money all the time. up.

But this is not intuitive enough, far less direct than this private jet.

Especially when there are many crew members busy on the plane, the increase in the number of people can magnify the feeling at once.

In fact, Fu Juntong himself doesn't usually use private jets very much. Generally, at his home, this plane is basically just for eating ashes.

But today is different.

After all, it was going to a private island, there was no direct flight, and Han Qi was likely to get dizzy by boat, so he coordinated the route long in advance.

What's more, after all, he was taking people to play, and then he proposed to marry him. Obviously, a private jet is more popular.

"Brother, how much does it cost to fly like this?" Han Qi thought that it was very easy to call him brother. Anyway, Fu Juntong is indeed older than him, so there is no shame in calling him brother.

I wanted to ask this question from the moment he stepped on the plane for the first time. After all, it was the first time for him to sit on this plane. Let alone sitting on it before, he had never seen it before. This curiosity came out all at once. up.

"It's okay." Fu Juntong thought for a while and reported a number.

Because generally, if you lease an aircraft temporarily or arrange a crew, the price you need to spend is still different from what they are now.

After all, his plane is his own, and all the people on the plane have been kept by him all the time, so Fu Juntong can't be too sure about the amount, he can only make a rough estimate.

However, the number of zeros still surprised Han Qi. He broke his fingers and found that he had worked so hard to earn money in his previous life until he died suddenly, and the net worth he had accumulated was only enough to fly a plane once.

That's not counting staff salaries.

He looked at Fu Juntong's side face, and felt that Fu Juntong in front of him suddenly began to glow with golden light.

He is a God of Wealth.

"Boss, do you still need pendants, the kind that can write programs on their own?" Han Qi looked at Fu Juntong, and couldn't help but want to get angry.

Fu Juntong knew what Han Qi was thinking when he saw Han Qi's expression.

So he pretended to shake his head: "No, I don't have anything missing."

He held Han Qi in his arms, pinched his chin, and kept him looking up at him, "But I still lack a wife, I believe that with Mr. Han's level of ability, he is completely qualified for this job. "

While talking, he still didn't forget to lower his head, and planned to kiss Han Qi after catching him.

"Rogue." Han Qi knew that he was joking along with his own words, but Fu Juntong said so, he had no way to answer it.

Han Qi simply stopped acting, and ended the topic directly from the source. He glanced at Fu Juntong, then broke free from his hands and lay down neatly. When lying down, he turned his back to prevent Fu Juntong from seeing him at all. expression.

Sao but Sao.

But it is still possible to hide.

Fu Juntong has become more and more rhetorical recently. When we first met, Fu Juntong, who could only use the most bloody words in Lianba's quotations, is gone forever.

It's embarrassing to say the least.

Sure enough, the old saying is true, time is really a butcher's knife (?).

Fu Juntong saw that he was lying down, so he stopped teasing him. The island is far away, and they still have several hours to fly. Taking advantage of this time, it is just right to sleep on the plane for a while, so as not to lose energy when the time comes. .

Fu Juntong also lay down with Han Qi, and hugged him from behind: "It's a long time before we arrive, let's sleep for a while?"

After hearing what he said, Han Qi adjusted his posture, then nodded slightly and said, "Yes."

He is fine, but Fu Juntong has been working overtime late every day for the past few days, sometimes sneaking up to deal with documents after he fell asleep, if he hadn't woken up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and found no one around him, he wouldn't have known This thing.

Now that I have time, I really should take a good rest.

Han Qi thought he would not be able to sleep.

But I don't know what the reason is. It may be the drowsiness of being pregnant, or it may be that the temperature coming from behind is too reassuring. Han Qi originally just wanted to close his eyes and pretend to sleep, but he didn't expect that he followed Fu Juntong not long after closing his eyes. Fell asleep.

This sleep was drowsy, and when Han Qi woke up again, he had already got off the plane and was already lying on the bed in the villa on the island.

Fu Juntong was sitting beside him, cross-legged, with a notebook on his lap, and tapped the keyboard lightly from time to time, as if he was dealing with some work.

When Han Qi moved, Fu Juntong felt it keenly. Seeing that he was awake, Fu Juntong closed the computer on his lap and put it on the bedside table beside him.

"Are you awake? Are you still sleepy?" Fu Juntong touched Han Qi's forehead and brushed off the broken hair stuck to his forehead.

"Not sleepy anymore, when is it?" Han Qi rubbed his eyes, feeling a little drowsy, and without thinking about it, he must have overslept this sleep, not just for an hour or two.

"Including the world on the plane, it will take about four or five hours." Fu Juntong turned sideways: "I originally thought, if you still don't wake up after a while, I will wake you up and eat something before going back to sleep." It will take too long to go down, and it will easily hurt your stomach.”

Han Qi rubbed his hair, twisted on the bed for a while, and then groped to lean on Fu Juntong's lap: "What do you eat?"

It's fine if you don't mention it. When Fu Juntong mentioned something to eat, he suddenly felt his stomach growl. He took Fu Juntong's hand and put it on his stomach: "You are so big!" hungry."

Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi who was still sleepy, but subconsciously rubbed against his leg, Fu Juntong felt soft: "I'll take you to wash your face, the chef should be almost ready."

As he spoke, he put one hand through Han Qi's waist and picked him up.

Han Qi felt his body lighten, and subconsciously grabbed Fu Juntong's neck.

Now being hugged by Fu Juntong, he suddenly thought of a question: "Wait!"

He grabbed Fu Juntong's shoulder:

"When you got off the plane just now, you wouldn't have hugged me like this!"

"En." Fu Juntong carried him to the bathroom before letting him down: "What's wrong?"

Han Qi, who was still a little sleepy just now, woke up when he heard the news.He fixedly glanced at Fu Juntong twice, and then covered his face with his hand: "Didn't they all see it!"

Han Qi's voice was a little trembling, and his tone was full of fear of death: "It's over, I can't see anyone anymore."

From getting off the plane to lying on this bed, how many people are there on the way? He was carried all the way, didn't the whole island see him being carried all the way? !

It's over, it's over, it's impossible to live this day.

"Don't worry, no one saw it. When I came to bring it, I told them to prepare something."

Fu Juntong pulled away Han Qi's hand covering his face, dumbfounded, but found that even though he pulled his hand away, Han Qi's eyes were still closed underneath.

"Don't be afraid, besides, there are no people on this island."

"Why didn't you call me earlier?" Although Fu Juntong's words were well-founded, Han Qi still felt a little broken.

"That's what I have to call." Fu Juntong was a little helpless. He did think about calling Han Qi when he got off the plane, but when he had no choice but to call him, Han Qi moaned in his arms. Twisting, while moving, he said in a daze, "Brother, let me sleep for a while."

This made Fu Juntong so cruel that he continued to call him.

When Han Qi saw Fu Juntong's expression, he knew that he must be acting coquettishly and unwilling to wake up. After all, he still has some virtues.

"Ok, I see."

Han Qi began to wash with a sad face. He didn't want to go down to face other people now, but the hunger in his stomach forced him to move faster.

Although he intentionally procrastinated, it was just a simple wash, and there were no steps in total, so Han Qi ended soon.

Although Fu Juntong said that no one saw it, it was hard to guarantee that it wasn't something he could say to comfort him, and it couldn't be too true.

But what reassures him is that from the beginning to the end of the whole process of serving the dishes, no one looked up at him from the beginning to the end. The chef did look at him when he came over, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

This made Han Qi feel at ease.

It's okay, it doesn't matter whether it's real or pretending, as long as it doesn't make him feel that something is wrong.

Linhai's seafood products are indeed the best.

But it's delicious, but you can't eat too much at one time, so although there are many dishes on the table, the portion is not much. Fu Juntong strictly controls the food that is fed into Han Qi's mouth. He has any discomfort due to his greedy mouth.

When Han Qi was eight or nine percent full, Fu Juntong stopped him from eating any more. He was still a little dissatisfied. He looked at Fu Juntong eagerly, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious:

Hungry, still want to eat.

But for the sake of his body, Fu Juntong rarely let go.

"Hey, don't eat too much in one meal. There will be opportunities in the future, not to mention that we will be here for several days. I will definitely let you eat enough."

Han Qi was greedy, but Fu Juntong did it for the sake of his body, he still knew this.

But Han Qi looked pitiful as he endured it. In order to divert Han Qi's attention, Fu Juntong quickly changed the subject. He looked at the time and felt that the proposal scene might be almost ready, so he took advantage of the opportunity to invite Han Qi out for a walk.

Han Qi has no doubts about him, he hasn't been to the beach yet, so going out to see it can just satisfy his curiosity

He had no idea what kind of surprises were waiting for him in the future.

The author has something to say:

The client's mind is full of structural formulas now, I'm going to die