unscrupulous pregnant woman

The next day, the sky was clear outside, and the magpies landed on the eaves and chirped.

Han Yang hummed a little song, tied his apron on himself, and pretended to cook for Cheng Yuan, to comfort this great hero who did not hesitate to get hurt in order to protect himself.

Although he is in the village, there are grocery shopping carts coming by at noon every day, and Han Yang is very popular in the village. When he heard that he was going to start a fire, several aunts rushed to pull a lot of natural green vegetables from their yard to send come over.

Lunch is mostly light, with four dishes and one soup.

Although Han Yang doesn't cook often, but because he didn't like being watched by his mother when he was abroad, he moved out early. He still knows how to cook all home-cooked dishes. It's just the taste, and sometimes his performance is not particularly stable.

After putting it on a plate, he put the rest into a transparent crisper and gave it to the warm-hearted aunts.

The two had just sat down around the table when the doorbell rang.

Pushing open the door, Qi Hailong smiled innocently, shaking the plastic bag in his hand: "My mother went to the market yesterday to buy something to eat, can I add something for you?"

Han Yang made a 'cut' in his mouth, rolled his eyes, then turned around and served him a bowl of rice, and put it in front of him with a bang: "You are a dog's nose, right?"

"I didn't come here because of the smell." Qi Hailong stuffed a piece of vegetables into his mouth, nodded, and raised his eyebrows at Han Yang maliciously: "The village is only this big, you want to give you... ...Brother? Hehe, the news that you are going to cook for your brother has spread from the village to the village.”

Han Yang glanced at him and didn't take it seriously at all.After so many years in the Fengyue field, his skin is as thick as a city wall. Not to mention Qi Hailong's seemingly non-existent teasing, even Li Zong's blatant jokes can be accepted one by one.

After eating half a bowl of rice, Qi Hailong said again: "Ming'er came to the village for a car and then went to the town. Those old women said they were going to buy two sets of clothes. Don't you follow along?"

"It's said that the old women have bought clothes, so don't go." Han Yang was resolute.

"The town?" Cheng Yuan took a sip of water, "Is there a photo studio?"

"Yes, there are many. But it is definitely not as luxurious as your big cities. They are all small photo studios." Qi Hailong said.

Han Yang tilted his head, his eyes slowly shifted from Cheng Yuan to Qi Hailong, and then back to Cheng Yuan, raising his eyebrows: "What's the matter? Do you want to take a picture?"

Cheng Yuan nodded seriously: "I want to take a photo with you."

Han Yang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Success, let's take a good set of sexier ones, and then put them on the bedside, and you can see them when you look up."

"No." Cheng Yuan shook his head, "Just take a picture, just be serious."

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next day

Cheng Yuan and Han Yang were wearing similar floral shirts at seven o'clock, and stood at the entrance of the village with a group of chattering aunts waiting for the bus, accompanied by Qi Hailong, who was yawning all over the place.

He wondered, is there something wrong with these two gentlemen?There are so many good photo studios in big cities, why do you have to get up early in the morning and go to the small photo studio in the town to take serious photos?

But he didn't know, what Cheng Yuan was thinking was that there were too many eyeliners around the imperial capital, and Han Yang had to be busy fighting for family property and running to the construction site, and the two of them could no longer be as unscrupulous as they are now.

There is always some regret in my heart, I am reluctant to part with the life here, and I understand that Han Yang is not a poultry in this village, he should spread his wings and fly.

It took more than an hour to drive to the town. Only then did Han Yang realize that he was on a mountain road when he came, so he didn't see the town.

After getting out of the car, the two attracted a lot of attention.

Looking for a photo studio, Han Yang happily picked out clothes in the dressing room less than ten square meters, gesticulating all kinds of leather trousers and robes, and finally watched Cheng Yuan take out two white shirts with a look of death.

He took it and clicked his tongue: "Is it because my aesthetics in the country these days are outdated, or are you really planning to wear only a white shirt for the photo?"

Cheng Yuan nodded: "Just wear a white shirt."

Han Yang clutched his shirt, sighed, turned his head and quickly took off his floral shirt and replaced it with a white one.

Then, the two sat in front of the camera, their heads slightly leaning together, accompanied by the flash and the sound of the shutter, they were simply and neatly photographed.

Because there was only one photo, it was washed out in a short time, and Han Yang and Cheng Yuan each put one photo in their wallets.

Looking at the two people in white shirts on the red background, Han Yang always felt that there was something familiar, and he tilted his head to think about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember it.

At noon, the three of them went to eat noodles together. In the afternoon, they bought a lot of clothes and food at the market, and finally returned home after wandering in the car.

Pushing open the door, Cheng Yuan suddenly frowned, and a strange atmosphere came from the living room.

The two put their things away, and when they stepped in, they saw Han Jingzhang sitting on the sofa with a serious face, folded his hands, and saw that he came without any emotion on his face: "You're back?"

Han Yang nodded, walked over and bowed slightly, and pulled Cheng Yuan to sit down: "Dad, you are here this time..."

"Your Uncle Wang has woken up and said that this incident was purely accidental. He will not pursue your friend, so you can go back."

Han Yang was stunned, subconsciously glanced at Cheng Yuan, felt a sense of loss in his heart, and nodded with a smile on his face: "Okay, I'll pack up and go back."

"Don't go back to the head office." Han Jingzhang said, "Although your Aunt Dong can't walk yet, she is clear-headed. The doctor said she can return to work in the company."

Han Yang's heart sank, and the smile on his face suddenly stiffened.

Seeing him like this, Han Jingzhang said again: "I have a company under my management, which has just been acquired. You should go and experience it. If the benefits can improve within three years, I have a reason to transfer you back."

In one day, the prince was thrown into the cold palace.Benefits improved within three years?Han Yang smiled and opened the information and read it briefly, but couldn't laugh anymore after reading it.

He co-authored that he had done so many things for others in his busy schedule, and had brought in so many clients and orders, and almost even lost his money. As a result, Han Jingzhang threw himself into such a place in three years with a light sentence. Where the birds don't shit.

Idiot, what a fucking idiot!

In the evening, Han Jingzhang was sent away, and Han Yang pestered Cheng Yuan to beg him twice, until he was so sleepy that his eyelids closed and his fingertips couldn't move.

Cheng Yuan turned sideways, pushed aside the sweat-soaked bangs on Han Yang's forehead, and then slowly hugged him into his arms: "Wait for me, give me some time, I will definitely help you."

Han Yang heard this sentence in a daze, and rubbed Cheng Yuan's chin with the top of his head: "What can I expect you to do as a brick mover?"

Cheng Yuan didn't speak, but just patted the back of his head, his movements were very gentle: "It's also useful to move bricks. I will study hard and practice, so that I can become someone who can stand side by side with you."

Don't worry, wait for me.