Surrogate wife every step of the way

Sun Mengjiao turned on her toes, but wanted to go out straight away. After thinking about it, she remembered the pain in her stomach when he was sent to the hospital, and her heart ached.

She turned her head and clapped her hands on Zhao Zifeng's desk, feeling agitated for a moment, and scolded recklessly: "Your stomach is your own, not mine, and if you don't take good care of it, what's the use of having more money? Do you want to buy your stomach back?"

Zhao Zifeng's eyes shifted from her white palm slapped on the table to her delicate face with anger, and the thick fog showed signs of subsiding.

Seeing that he didn't respond at all, Sun Mengjiao didn't intend to make fun of herself, so she sighed and said, "Forget it, whatever you like, I'm just a little assistant."

After speaking, she turned around and walked out.

Zhao Zifeng who was behind him stood up suddenly, and his big hand with strong bones directly grabbed her wrist and walked out.

Sun Mengjiao was startled, and before she could react, she was led out by him. She could only ask in puzzlement, "Where are you taking me?"

"Have a meal."

He walked in front of her, holding her wrist tightly.

Seeing that what she just said took effect, Sun Mengjiao involuntarily hooked her lips, and suddenly remembered that the meeting was about to take place, she ran two steps in a hurry, stood side by side with him, and asked, "The meeting is about to start, how about Do you want to eat when you come back from the meeting?"

The person next to him didn't answer.

Zhao Zifeng found a Japanese restaurant, ordered several dishes, and the table was full.

"Can you finish eating so much? Mr. Zhao!"

Sun Mengjiao deliberately emphasized Mr. Zhao's words, and stared at the dishes on the table dumbfounded.

"It's not me, it's us."

Zhao Zifeng raised his eyes, and looked at Sun Mengjiao indifferently.

Sun Mengjiao stared at the dishes on the table in front of her, blinked her eyes, and was speechless.

He ate slowly, not in a hurry.

"The meeting is about to start, when will we have to eat like this?"

Sun Mengjiao was not in the mood to eat, all her thoughts were on the meeting, she frowned slightly and asked.

He was like a normal person, Sun Mengjiao felt like the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuchs were in a hurry.

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone rang. She turned on the screen and looked at it. Seeing that it was his other assistant, Fade Chen, she hesitated whether to answer it or not.

"Who?"

Seeing that the cell phone in her hand kept ringing non-stop, Zhao Zifeng raised his eyebrows.

"Your assistant called. It must be a meeting. Do you want to answer?"

She asked in confusion. After all, the veritable Mr. Zhao was here, and she didn't bother to pay attention.

He raised the phone and held the screen of the phone, shaking it in front of him.

"Not bad, very delicious."

But Zhao Zifeng talked about him, eating alone, completely ignoring him.

Sun Mengjiao saw that the person concerned didn't care that much, so she simply didn't pick it up and put it on the dining table.

The ringing of the mobile phone also stopped suddenly. She thought that Fade Chen had just given up, but unexpectedly, just after it stopped, it rang again, three or four times.

"Should I go back? If I continue to eat, my phone will blow up."

She turned her mobile phone to silent and watched Zhao Zifeng eating with gusto, but she couldn't take a bite.

Even though the mobile phone was adjusted to silent, it was still vibrating on the dining table.

"Mr. Zhao, can you go to the meeting first?"

Sun Mengjiao couldn't bear his calm look, so she picked up her phone and prepared to go outside without moving a word.

As soon as he passed by his side, he stretched out his hand and tugged casually, and Sun Mengjiao returned to the seat with inertia.

Before Sun Mengjiao had time to ask questions, he gave an inhumane order.

"If we don't finish eating here today, none of us can go back."

Sun Mengjiao frowned slightly, looked at the table full of dishes, and then at his serious face, she didn't think Zhao Zifeng was joking.

She hesitated for a while, and finally picked up the chopsticks and ate.

Zhao Zifeng's eating speed slowed down, and from time to time, he would look at Sun Mengjiao, seeing her lowering her head and eating vigorously, with the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

After Sun Mengjiao finished her meal, she touched her already swollen stomach, picked up her phone again and looked at it, only to find that she had already made more than a dozen calls.

"If I don't go back, my phone will probably be scrapped!"

Sun Mengjiao picked up the bag next to her and walked out. Her stomach was still distended and uncomfortable. God knows how much she stuffed it in order to finish eating earlier.

Zhao Zifeng wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, got up slowly, straightened the sleeves of his suit, pulled them down, and then turned his head and said, "Let's go."

She was anxious like ants on a hot pot, but he was relaxed.

Sun Mengjiao suddenly felt a pang of anger in her chest, and followed him angrily.

She walked forward holding the phone, which kept vibrating, making her fingers numb.

She opened the door and got in the car, and finally had the confidence to pick it up.

She picked up the phone and looked, seeing that it was Mr. Li, she was stunned for a moment.

"Mengjiao, Mr. Zhao is by your side? Why aren't you here for the meeting? What are you doing?"

As soon as she answered the phone, Mr. Li on the other end of the phone was like a machine gun, asking several questions in a row, which hurt her eardrums.

She took the phone away, and when she had finished asking, she said, "Yes, I'll be at the company right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Li hung up the phone.

Sun Mengjiao understood Mr. Li's temperament, so she could basically guess that she was angry.

But the Taishanghuang next to him drove slowly, not in a hurry.

"Hurry up, or Mr. Li will tear me up later."

In desperation, Sun Mengjiao could only urge her, although she also knew that President Li would not do anything to her, it was just to exaggerate in front of Zhao Zifeng.

"can you?"

Zhao Zifeng uttered two words lightly, as if he was asking, but more like questioning, he had already denied himself.

When he arrived at the company, Zhao Zifeng was a completely different person, leaving Sun Daifeng with a serious face.

"Mr. Zhao."

Standing outside the door of Zhao Zifeng's office, Mr. Li immediately approached Zhao Zifeng and glanced at Sun Mengjiao who was behind him.

"Come in."

Zhao Zifeng entered the office.

As soon as he entered the office, Mr. Li couldn't hold back anymore, and his irritable personality came up.

"Mr. Zhao, do you know how long we have been waiting in this meeting room? More than an hour, why did Mr. Zhao let go of the pigeons in the afternoon meeting? I have to give someone an explanation, right?"

Mr. Li has long been a veteran and backbone of Huaze Company, even in front of Zhao Zifeng, he still has a place, so naturally he is not as trembling as others.

"There is something temporary, the meeting will be arranged separately."

Zhao Zifeng's brows and eyes were indifferent, unmoved in the slightest, as if he didn't care about this meeting's release of pigeons.

Mr. Li propped his hands on the table top of Zhao Zifeng's desk, hesitated for a while, but still lost his temper.

"Mr. Zhao, I don't understand why you must ask Sun Mengjiao to be your assistant. You know her ability, not just as an assistant. She can only use her ability in the marketing department."

Facing Zhao Zifeng, the president of a company, as a subordinate, she does not have the position and right to criticize any behavior of job transfer.

In the morning, when Sun Mengjiao said goodbye to her, she still wanted to accept it. After all, it was an order from her superiors, and she had to obey the order.

But then, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was a waste of talents. There are a lot of things in the marketing department, all of which are the top priority.

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Zhao Zifeng still didn't respond, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and a deep voice sounded, "Really?"

His deep eyes were covered with a thin layer of veil, which seemed to be inseparable from beginning to end, making it unpredictable.

Mr. Li couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all.

"I jumped out from the marketing department to focus on Sun Mengjiao. The cases I completed under her were all successful. Mr. Zhao should know this better than I do. But you want to leave now, not only for If she is unfair, it is also fair to our marketing department, right?"

Although separated by a door, she could vaguely hear Mr. Li's furious voice inside, and she couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.

In the morning, Mr. Li was quite calm, but she seemed to be affectionate and still reluctant to let go. Hearing Mr. Li's injustice for her, he felt a little more balanced in his heart, and he was very grateful to Mr. Li.

But here at Zhao Zifeng, there is never a question of whether or not, only whether or not.

When she came here as an assistant, it was all based on his whim, no matter whether she was capable or not, or whether she was talented or not.

After Zhao Zifeng picked up the pen and signed the document flamboyantly, he handed it to Mr. Li, "After two days, the marketing department will recruit again."

Mr. Li couldn't help being angry, and taunted him with bad words: "Mr. Zhao really loves the marketing department."

He wasn't angry either, just smiled lightly.

With a bang, the office door was slammed shut.

Sun Mengjiao was sitting on the assistant's seat. When she saw Mr. Li coming out of the office, her face was very dark, and she politely called out, "Mr. Li."

Mr. Li glanced at Sun Mengjiao, and left without saying a word.

After Xin Chuyi was kicked out, she returned home absent-mindedly.

Just thinking about the humiliation of being kicked out by the security guards, no matter how she thinks about it, she feels unwilling. This humiliating enemy must take revenge.

"hiss!"

She accidentally touched the wound on her arm and turned her head to look. It was cut by them when she was arguing with the security just now.

A glint of gloom flashed in her eyes, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

When it was time to eat at night, she deliberately exposed the wound on her arm, and ate with chopsticks without chopsticks.

Sitting on the other side, Wang Wenshu didn't see the wound on her arm. Seeing that she had no appetite, thinking that she was still pregnant with the Luo family's flesh and blood, she asked with concern: "Chuyi, why don't you eat? Is the food not suitable?" appetite?"

Luo Hao stared blankly at himself as he ate, and didn't notice Xin Chuyi's emotions at all. He only raised his head when he heard Wang Wenshu's question, saw the wound on Xin Chuyi's arm, and hurriedly put down his chopsticks, grabbed her arm and asked: "Chuyi, what happened to the wound on your hand?"

She treated the wound on purpose just now. It was just a red scar. She rubbed it for a long time before the wound opened and bled. It would look quite hideous.

"Let me see!"

Wang Wenshu frowned slightly, and ran to the other side of Xin Chuyi to look, worried, "Chuyi, did you fall somewhere today?"

Xin Chuyi shook her head, her eyes suddenly turned red, her lips twitched, and they closed after thinking about it.

Seeing her hesitant to speak, Luo Hao became even more anxious, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Xin Chuyi seemed to be forced to do nothing, so she had no choice but to say it.

"It's Sun Mengjiao."

As soon as the words were spoken, the angry expression on Luo Hao's face immediately turned into doubt and bewilderment.

"Sun Mengjiao? Did you go to see her today?"

Of course, Xin Chuyi would not be that stupid. When she told her that she took the initiative to provoke Sun Mengjiao today, she pretended to be pitiful and said: "No, how could I go to her? I just met her at Sun Shang, who knew that she... ..."

"What did she do? Did she bully you?"

Wang Wenshu knew that hearing the word Sun Mengjiao was definitely not a good thing, she just felt very bad luck.

"Ok!"

Xin Chuyi's eyes were red, and she was about to cry.

"She bullied me in front of so many people, and I lost all face."

She looked aggrieved, sobbed and held Luo Hao's hand, and looked at the ugly scar on her arm, "She caused this scar, how dare I, a pregnant woman, dare to confront her head-on!"