Quick Wear: My Wife Is Pregnant, The Childbirth System Holds Her Thigh

Our little girls had already woken up and watched a farce with their big eyes.

Qi Yan suddenly felt at a loss for some reason, feeling that his hidden childishness had been discovered. Song Yi'an held his chin with interest, with a teasing tone in his tone.

"You want to marry me so much?"

"think"

"Then try harder. Was that your good friend just now?"

"Yes, in two days I would like to organize a bureau to take you to get to know them. Do you have time?"

"If there is no accident, there should be. But if there is an accident, I can't guarantee it."

Song Yian picked up the phone as he spoke.

"Don't worry, there won't be any accidents."

Qi Yan will never allow accidents or many other things to happen in the past few days. His wife is off work, and that time will definitely belong to him.

It is impossible to work overtime.

Song Yian finally submitted the final plan before getting off work. He sat at his work station and stretched himself. There were still three minutes before getting off work. Song Yian packed some things and put them in his bag.

I planned to leave directly, but then the real stumbling block came out.

The supervisor walked towards Song Yian with the blueprint in his hand. The target was very obvious. Song Yian narrowed his eyes under his glasses. It seemed that these disgusting people were really determined to give up.

The supervisor took three steps and two steps at a time, put the thing in his hand directly on Song Yi'an's table and said:

"Xiao Song, please work overtime today. You need to work on this case."

Song Yian didn't put his eyes on the blueprint on the table at all. He didn't need to think twice to know that this ghost was deliberately trying to embarrass him.

The supervisor is also well versed in the tactics of shameless behavior.

"Xiao Ji asked for leave today. Her case has always been urgent. You are the only one in this office who has a little free time, so you can help her. We are all colleagues, so it can be considered a help, right?

When the time comes, I'll go to the general manager to get overtime wages for you. "

The word "fight for" is used very cleverly. Whether she can fight for it or not is still a question. Song Yi'an doesn't believe in the pie painted by her supervisor, not to mention that her relationship with Ji Si should have been spread throughout the department.

The supervisor is still pretending not to know, and is condescending, as if to give himself a way to make up for the relationship between the two.

The time on the computer finally jumped to 5:30. Song Yi'an put his bag on his shoulders and planned to walk out.

The supervisor immediately raised his voice and stepped forward to block the way Song Yi'an wanted to go out.

"What do you mean? Even my words don't matter now?"

Song Yian looked back directly. Although the other colleagues did not speak, one or two of them were glancing this way.

Song Yi'an has no scruples. If this group of people is really difficult to deal with and doesn't want her to do it anymore, then just fire her. Then he can get a sum of money.

"Director, if you are willing to hand over Ji Si's share of salary to me, it's not impossible for me to consider doing it.

But if you say that I want to waste my off-duty time to do a job that does not belong to me, the final salary will still be in the hands of others.

Then why am I doing this job? If you really can’t stand it, supervisor, I feel like I’m blocking your way, or maybe I’m not as obedient as before.

Then you can fire me. I don't mind. After all, our group's severance package is quite high. "

After saying this, Song Yian left directly, leaving only the incompetent and furious supervisor there to be angry.

"Let's see what's going on? Look, you've all finished your work. One or two of you have raised a bunch of free-loaders. You, make this plan for me and hand it over to me tomorrow morning."

The supervisor hit the iron wall and couldn't defeat the other party, so he could only pick another one at random, slap the blueprint directly on the other party's desk, and return to the office.

The colleague whose workload had been increased for no reason was still confused. When he mustered up the courage to stand up and wanted to refute, the supervisor had already closed the office door.

"I'll go, why didn't you find out before that Song Yi'an is so brave?"

"Yes, yes, I used to think she was a little rabbit, but now rabbits bite people when they are anxious. Seeing the supervisor so unhappy makes me inexplicably happy."

"I have long disliked him, but relying on his qualifications, he is dominating here and openly threatens us by opening the back door."

"Hey, why didn't Ji Si come to work today? Didn't she dress up like a peacock and parade in front of the CEO yesterday?"

A group of colleagues chatted and gossiped without restraint.

"They fought so fiercely yesterday, didn't you see? How brave they were, fighting so fiercely at the banquet hosted by the general manager.

If she hadn't been the supervisor's niece, the general manager would have fired her long ago. "

"Oh, I'm so envious! There are connections in big companies. You can get in as soon as you want. Even if you make a mistake, you won't be fired. On the contrary, all requests for leave have been approved. If we want to ask for a leave, we have to find a way. Lots of reasons and proofs.”

"Who says it's not? Forget it, if I don't have a mortgage, I don't want to be angry with this ghost, so just keep working."

As soon as he stepped out of the company's door, the man called, and Song Yian answered the phone directly.

"An'an, I'll wait for you where you got off the bus in the morning."

"Okay, here I come."

When Song Yian got in the car, the man was holding a remote meeting on the computer. Song Yian didn't take the initiative to speak when he saw this.

But he was already typing on his phone silently. The supervisor didn’t know how long he would continue to procrastinate, but he probably couldn’t bear it for much longer.

Song Yi'an has already made plans to buy a house. Last time she had her eye on a small town in Southern Province, which is not only close to the sea, but also has spring all year round and a lot of delicious food. Several short stories she wrote have become popular.

She also received a considerable amount of royalties, which happened to be added to the money she had saved over the years to buy a house. After looking at the housing prices there, she could buy a small one-story house.

Nothing is more reliable than money and a house. Men may leave you, love may leave you, but the money you hold tightly in your hands will not lie.

"Well, ok, how much is the estimate? You can report it directly to the Finance Department and let the meeting end."

After the meeting, Qi Yan took off his Bluetooth headphones, closed the computer, then turned sideways and rested his head on Song Yi'an's shoulder.

"What are An An looking at?"

Song Yian felt the weight on his shoulders, and his fingers quickly traced the manual program.

A series of beautiful small houses came into view, and the interior decoration was also very sentimental. They were all sample houses from developers, but they had to be said to be very attractive.

"Looking at the house"

"Why do you want to see a house? Is there any one you like? Where is the house?"

"I have chosen a pretty good apartment. The apartment has an area of ​​75 square meters, with one staircase per apartment. The main thing is that it also has a small balcony."

Qi Yan put his eyes on Song Yi'an's mobile phone. After scanning it, his eyebrows immediately wrinkled.

"Southern Province?"

"Well, the climate, temperature and pace of life there are quite good. I plan to live there after I turn 30."