Flash marriage does not end well

When it was almost twelve o'clock, the sky gradually gathered dark clouds. Looking out from the window, it looked like ink stains stacked together.

Secretary Xiao Fang got up late in the morning and didn't have time to eat. At this time, his eyes were shining with hunger, and he looked back at his boss——Wen Zhihan's computer was placed on his lap, and he was leaning against the sofa , but his eyes were fixed out of the window, motionless, as if caught in some unknown memories.

But at this moment, the door of the meeting room was suddenly pushed open. Mr. Jin came out from behind the door, bowed to Wen Zhihan with a face full of apology, then turned back, bowed slightly, stretched out one hand.

"Hok Tung, please."

Another person came out from behind the door.

Special Assistant Qin took a look from a distance and immediately stood up, stood behind Wen Zhihan, and reminded: "Mr. Wen, this is Sui Heng's Huo Hengqi Huo Dong, Mr. Xu's uncle."

Wen Zhihan nodded knowingly.

Suiheng used to be a small travel agency of the Huo family, and it didn't get any better until Xu Guangchuan continued to expand it and finally established a group. However, he did not forget the full support and trust of the Huo family at the beginning, so he gave a lot of shares to the most capable company. The good and most like-minded brother-in-law Huo Hengqi, and after Xu Guangchuan passed away, it was also thanks to Huo Hengqi who was in charge that Sui Heng could continue to flourish.

Even though he was doomed for so long this morning for no reason, as a junior, Wen Zhihan still took the initiative to shake hands with him.

Huo Hengqi originally didn't come to the company today, but after hearing that his nephew was causing trouble again, he had to come over in person to deal with the aftermath, and came with Xu Mohai.

Xu Mohai was the same as in the photo, only a little more frivolous, and when he apologized, he still had his hands half in his suit pants pockets, and nodded crookedly.

Wen Zhihan's eyes stayed on his face for a second, then moved away, and raised his wrist to look at his watch.

Huo Hengqi repeatedly asked them to stay for a meal together, as an apology, saying that business or business is not important, and he should not lose his manners.

"It should, Huo Dong."

Wen Zhihan showed a harmless smile unique to elders.

He didn't want to argue with Xu Mohai, and he didn't care much about reputations such as face, but if he could deal with Huo Hengqi because of this, then this trip would be worth the money.

Wen Zhihan humbly walked behind until the elevator went down to the first floor.

Xu Mohai, who had been silent all this time, walked to his side at some point, and spoke lightly with a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"Wen Zhihan," he raised his eyes, "You and Song Lin are dating?"

Wen Zhihan frowned and looked back.

"Nothing."

"That's best." Xu Mohai shrugged, "I just reminded him that an alpha who cheats on marriage and has no sense of responsibility is really not worth liking."

Wen Zhihan's footsteps seemed to pause slightly, but his expression was still intact, without any waves. He ignored Xu Mohai's bitter provocation, and walked straight towards the dark clouds outside the door.

Lin Qian became pregnant in the second semester of her junior year, that is, seven or eight months after she married Wen Zhihan.

He scratched his fingers and counted the days forward, clutching the test report with one hand at the end, and pushing him hard with the other, gnashing his teeth like a criminal: "It was the night before the final of the Qingtan Award! Wen Zhihan! Look at what you did!" Good thing!"

Wen Zhihan let him rub the custom-made suit he had just put on, his chest heaved and heaved, panting and looking at the doctor—he hurriedly ended the meeting in just a few minutes after receiving the news, Then he rushed to the hospital on the verge of speeding all the way, surrounded by a huge sense of unreality.

He remembered that Lin Qianzhi said last night that his stomach is not feeling very well recently, and he plans to go to see it tomorrow. As for the General Assembly, he had just taken over the company not long ago and hadn't fully established himself. After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't agree.

But right now, it is clear that Lin Qian can no longer care about such trivial matters. He sits on a chair and covers his belly with his hands, unable to move his eyes away from the dark video report for a moment, immersed in boundless happiness .

Wen Zhihan finally calmed down and felt the wind in the corridor, so he quietly untied his coat and put it on Lin Qian.

A few minutes later, Wen Hanlin and Han Jing also arrived in a hurry—Han Jing finally recovered and was discharged from the hospital three months ago, and his spirit recovered a lot. After learning the news, he showed a very gratified gentle smile on his face, and sat beside Lin Qian to accompany him Read the report.

Wen Hanlin, on the other hand, lost his usual elegant and casual demeanor. In front of the other two, he scolded Wen Zhihan severely, and told him to take more care of his omega in the future, and not to make him feel any discomfort.

When everything in the hospital was over, the four of them decided to go to the private kitchen they frequented to celebrate briefly. After chatting in the car for a while, Lin Qian took pictures of all the test reports and sent a copy to his best friend Han Dong , and sent a copy to my grandparents who are far away in my hometown.

The remaining three looked at him from time to time, all holding their mobile phones in their hands.

Most of Wen Hanlin’s old friends of the same age have their grandchildren in primary school, and he is one of the few left behind. He doesn’t like to talk to friends and parents by nature.

But it seems that the so-called "intergenerational relatives" are true. For the little grandson whose hands and feet have not yet developed, he can't control the desire to share that is full of joy.

The car has been out for a long time, imitating the young man, he posted a Moments, under which is clearly located: B City No. [-] Obstetrics and Gynecology Hospital.

It attracted countless comments in less than a minute, and the screen was full of congratulations.

On Han Jing's side, he shared the good news with his aunt immediately.After Wen Zhihan got married, he took Lin Qian to see her once. This elderly aunt liked Lin Qian very much. After hearing the news, she immediately told Han Jing that she would come to see her in person in a few days.

Wen Zhihan was sitting next to Lin Qian, they were in the back row, his eyes jumped from Lin Qian to Han Jing and then to Wen Hanlin, and then Han Jing suddenly asked, should we name the child right now? .

It was early spring at that time, so Wen Hanlin suggested that in the warm spring of March, Xinyang is born, and it can be called Wenyang, which can be used by both boys and girls.

Lin Qianzao was so happy that she lost any ability to think, she blinked her eyes and was about to nod, but was reminded by Wen Zhihan that the due date was at the end of January, not yet spring.

Han Jing, who had been silent for a long time, spoke at this moment.

"Sunshine is needed more in winter."

She turned her head to look at Wen Zhihan, with a knowing arc on the corner of her mouth, "Xiaohan, what do you think?"

The name was decided early on.

Wen Zhihan was in the slightly shaking car, his eyes lingering on Lin Qian in random places.

Lin Qian still lowered his head, his neck bent into a very soft arc, and the outline of his chin was outlined with a faint golden edge by the sunlight that penetrated through the window. Then at a certain moment, he seemed to realize that he was being watched, and looked up. He raised his head and smiled at Wen Zhihan.

Wen Zhihan suddenly had an extremely strange illusion that he hadn't touched for a long time.

He seems to feel very happy.

At the end of the lunch at noon, Wen Hanlin finally stopped pretending, and called his friends one by one from his mobile phone address book.

It was inconvenient for Wen Zhihan to disturb him, so he followed the waiter to the front desk to check out, and as soon as he turned around after swiping his card, he saw Han Jing standing behind him.

"Lin Qian is luckier than me."

Her eyes were mixed with melancholy and loss, "Marrying someone you like is far happier than marrying someone who likes you."

Wen Zhihan silently put away his wallet.

He didn't know what Han Jing saw, but today he really wanted to stiffen his mouth by accident.

"He's married to someone he likes and who likes him."