After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

In the bright and bright office, the two senior executives of Gravity looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Liu is always a real person, touched his nose and asked: "Do you understand? What is the relationship between President Cheng and Director Gu?"

"I only saw that Director Gu was unhappy, and Mr. Cheng followed him in to coax him." Mr. Zheng, an old man, laughed secretly.

Mr. Liu scratched his head, and said puzzledly, "What do you think Mr. Cheng is thinking? One moment he said that he and his wife have a good relationship and are trying to remarry, and the other moment he showed courteousness to Director Gu. How can there be such a thing as sugar cane? Kind of a good thing?"

Mr. Zheng patted him on the shoulder and reminded: "Do you still remember the rumor about Mrs. Cheng?"

"remember!"

"What did you say?"

"I remember exaggerating. Mrs. Cheng is prettier than a movie star, she can attract all the attention wherever she goes, and she has a very unique temperament, so beautiful that people don't have the guts to approach her."

President Zheng smiled and asked: "It's quite exaggerated, have you ever seen such a person?"

Gravity is a record company, and has cooperated with many singers in the circle. Beauty resources are a common phenomenon in this circle. Mr. Liu has seen a lot of beauties. Thinking about it carefully, there are really few who can catch everyone with just one face gaze.

There are no such people in the circle, but there are such people outside the circle. Mr. Liu slapped his forehead, "Isn't Director Gu just right? Since the last time I showed up in the conference room, the girls in our department have been looking for reasons to run to the recording studio every day. What? Have you ever seen them so enthusiastic?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Liu understood, and looked at the closed door in surprise, "You mean Mr. Cheng's wife is Director Gu?"

Mr. Zheng looked at the door with a smile, "I just tasted it too."

"Where did you think of it?" President Liu showed admiration.

Mr. Zheng asked bluntly: "If you are Mr. Cheng, with someone like Mr. Gu, how can you catch others' eyes?"

"Definitely not." Mr. Liu nodded in approval.

That's the reason why, someone who looks better than Gu Jian is not as talented as him, and someone who is more talented than him is not as good-looking as him, not to mention his cold and lazy tone is unique.

The door of the lounge was pushed open from the inside, and Gu Jian came out with no emotion on his face. He nodded his chin at the two bosses in a distance, went to the refrigerator and opened it, took out a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap.

In contrast, Cheng Xijue's expensive wool suit pants were covered with dust on the knees, and his upright white shirt was mottled with grape stains on the chest. There was an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth. Seeing the two bosses startled, he seemed to be thinking about the outside world. There are two more people.

He glanced at the two of them, strode to Gu Jian's side, reached out to grab the cold water that Gu Jian wanted to drink, "I can't drink cold drinks now, let's drink it after a while."

Gu Jian glanced at him, turned around and sat back in the comfortable sofa chair, took out his phone and bowed his head to play games.

Cheng Xijue took the water bottle and poured it into the glass, and said like no one else was there: "I will hire you a life assistant tomorrow, so that you don't have to drink cold water every day."

"With Mr. Cheng, I still need a life assistant?" Gu Jian didn't look up, and Xiubai's fingers quickly tapped on the phone screen.

Cheng Xijue pretended not to hear the joke, "I can't take care of you in the company all the time."

Gu Jian raised his eyes and said without hesitation, "That's great."

Cheng Xijue lowered his head and laughed a few times, put one hand on the arm of the sofa, leaned over and asked softly in his ear: "I'm leaving, do you want to give me a kiss?"

Gu Jian looked away, glanced at the two bosses who were carefully studying the ceiling, and lowered the volume so that the two of them could hear, "Stay away from me." .1. Cheng Xijue's smile extended to the bottom of his eyes, and he reached out to pick up the suit jacket hanging on the coat rack, casually draped it in the tight arms, "see you tonight."

Gu Jian ignored him with a cold face. Those who pestered him in the past, once they saw the bad side he deliberately showed, they all retreated.

But Cheng Xijue was different, the more corrupt and vile he behaved, the worse he behaved, the more Cheng Xijue liked it.

Cheng Xijue walked outside the Gravity Company building and looked up at the tall buildings. The security of the record company is very simple. The security guards are only responsible for stopping some crazy fans and paparazzi, and have no experience in dealing with extremely dangerous people.

Like Song Liang, who is well-dressed, polite and polite, and has a shining professor's signboard, it is easy for Gravity Company to find Gu Jian.

He returned to the car, turned on his mobile phone, and called the private security department, "Send a team of smarter people to guard around the Gravity Company, and don't let anyone discover your existence."

Cheng Xijue believed that Gu Jian could handle Song Liang's problems well by himself, and would not fall into the ideological trap set by Song Liang like Mu Luo, but if he did nothing, why would Gu Jian be with him?

No man would allow an extremely dangerous person near his pregnant partner.

The old couple of the Cheng family have been in the mall for a long time, and they are not vegetarians. They secretly inquired about the news of the recently pregnant employees in various branches. This layer of paper, at least the initiative is in his hands.

In the gazebo of the ancient house, the housekeeper brought refreshments, and the couple sat side by side like three courts. Cheng Xijue sat opposite, holding the teapot with one hand and pouring himself a cup of tea.

Jiang Peiqing looked at him with a smile while sipping tea, "Why did you come back alone? You didn't even bring Gu Jian back to have a look."

The old man was not in the mood to play tricks with him, with an angry face, "Xi Jue, we are old, but we are not yet foolish enough to be fooled by you. What's going on? Whose son is the ultrasound photo? You give it to me today. say clearly!"

Jiang Lie straddled the stone railing of the pavilion, with his long legs dangling down, as if he was watching a show.

Cheng Xijue signaled the housekeeper to go out with his eyes, leaving only the three of them, and after considering his words, he said calmly, "I never planned to get married and have children. Marriage is just a contract to me, without any sacred meaning. "

The old man froze and sighed heavily.

Jiang Peiqing sadly covered her cheeks.

Cheng Xijue unbuttoned his suit jacket, leaned back into a rosewood chair with a relaxed back, "I got married for the purpose of getting divorced, so I chose Gu Jian. Of course, he looks very good to me, and it's a pleasure to be around me."

"...Are you saying these things are worthy of Xiao Gu?" Jiang Peiqing really felt sorry for Gu Jian.

Cheng Xijue gave her a calm look, ignored Jiang Lie's gloomy expression, smiled, and looked down at the rippling teacup, "After we divorced, I realized that I liked him."

The old man couldn't believe it: "Are you divorced?"

Jiang Lie noticed that he seemed to be about to throw a bomb/bomb, and asked bluntly: "What do you want to say?"

"The ultrasound photos are real." Cheng Xijue raised his eyes to look at them, and said word by word, "It's my child and Gu Jian's."

The puzzled expressions were different, the old man turned pale with anger, stroked his chest and said, "You might as well continue to lie to me."

Jiang Peiqing muttered to herself, "You are a man, and Xiao Gu is also a man. What do you call your child?" As a fan of Gu Jian, Jiang Lie was more straightforward, asking solemnly: "You are pregnant with Gu Jian's child?" ?”

Cheng Xijue glanced at Jiang Lie, and said meaningfully: "It is rare for a man to become pregnant, but there are medical precedents to follow. Our child, literally."

After saying this, the couple looked dazed, and the surprise came too suddenly. They thought Cheng Xijue had fabricated the baby's ultrasound photo, but they didn't expect there to be such a baby, and it wasn't some illegitimate child.

Immediately grinning from ear to ear, and before he could pull Cheng Xijue to ask what the man's pregnancy was like, Jiang Lie had a gloomy and handsome face, and hit the point again, "Based on the age of your child, give him to him before marriage..."

It ruined the clean and clear God B.

Jiang Peiqing's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Cheng Xijue with distaste, "You can kill such a good-looking boy, are you forcing him?"

"That's right." Cheng Xijue frankly admitted the beastly behavior, acting like a scoundrel that you can scold whatever you want.

The old man looked back and glared, "You took advantage of Gu Jian and divorced him. You only remembered to be responsible when you got pregnant. You really..."

Cheng Xijue sighed quietly, and said seriously: "That's the way it is, because the situation is quite special, I don't want too many people to know about his pregnancy, he will come out to sing in the future, I don't want others to talk about his body, not his music."

It's a bit of a conscience.

They all know the criticism this incident will bring to Gu Jian. The fact that the man is pregnant is unbelievable. Once it is exposed to the public, no one will care whether Gu Jian is a talented singer or not. He will only be obsessed with his body. Dirty news would flood him everywhere.

Jiang Lie stepped down the railing, glanced at the morally corrupt Cheng Xijue in disgust, cursed a curse word in a low voice, and left without looking back.

The couple happily discussed to visit Gu Jian later. Jiang Peiqing couldn't help calling the butler to prepare supplements. Cheng Xijue raised his hand and pressed down to stop their excitement. He said indisputably, "I don't intend to let you see him, at least Before he gave birth to the baby."

It's just that petty.

Jiang Peiqing couldn't hold back her smile, "Don't let us meet people, why don't you send something to the head office?"

The old man nodded in agreement, "It has nothing to do with you, it's for Gu Jian and the baby."

Cheng Xijue can keep them from going, but there is always a way to deliver gifts, "You can give them, but not too many, so as not to make him uncomfortable."

The couple immediately asked the housekeeper to bring a pen and paper, and began to make a list of gifts, supplements during pregnancy, milk powder diapers, small clothes and toys for infants, there are too many things that need to be prepared.

That night, when Cheng Xijue came home, Aunt Zhou was walking the dog in the garden. It was a skinny little dirt dog when it was eight minutes old. Now it is slick and smooth. It stands half a person tall. How can I rest assured that Gu Jian can walk the dog.

Cheng Xijue took off his coat, went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door. Gu Jian was leaning on the soft pillows on the bed, with a pair of snow-white earphones hanging on his delicate white neck, eyes half-closed, with a cold and quiet expression.

The dark blue sky outside the window is dotted with stars, and the mountains are completely silent at night in autumn. I wonder if it is because the indoor constant temperature system raises the temperature a bit higher, Cheng Xijue feels a kind of relaxation from heart to body.

It was time for the daily prenatal education. He turned on the record player and picked out a symphony record. Just as the needle was stuck on the vinyl record, Gu Jian pulled off the earphones hanging around his neck and said impatiently, "Turn it off."

Cheng Xijue pushed aside the slender metal pointer, turned around and asked warmly, "Don't you want to listen to the symphony today?"

Gu Jian pinched the roaring rock on the phone, rubbed the back of the aching ears, "I don't like my baby learning music in the future."

Cheng Xijue raised his eyebrows, "Is it as bad as you?"

Gu Jian raised his head and sighed, the lines of his neck were gentle and clean, "Art can easily make people depressed, I just want my child to be healthy and happy."

Cheng Xijue thought of the counselor’s PTSD patient. Art needs a pure and paranoid soul. Such a person will not be crushed by physical/physical pain, but mental torture can kill them both from the soul and sex.

He walked out of the room, brought an English newspaper after a while, and Shi Shiran sat on the side of the bed, "You are right, our baby should listen to the Financial Times since childhood."

"Let's listen to the symphony."

Gu Jian didn't want the baby to grow up and invest in finance, like Cheng Xijue, it would be too boring every day.

Cheng Xijue closed the newspaper and smiled helplessly, "How about I tell the baby a story?"

Gu Jian's pajamas lifted up the hem, revealing his round and swollen abdomen frankly, indicating that he could start.

Cheng Xijue bent down, facing his stomach at close range, and narrated the story of the three little pigs in a very gentle and delicate voice.

His voice was low and sweet, and his speech was neither too fast nor too slow, as if there were really three pink and cute little piggies living in the big forest.

Gu Jian leaned his head back against the wall, raised his jaw slightly, and questioned casually from time to time.

"The eldest is called Huhu, the second is called Dudu, and the third is called Lulu. Can you give me some snacks when you name them?"

"Why doesn't mother teach the pig to build a house? Are there no construction classes in the forest?"

"The story is too sloppy."

Cheng Xijue got impatient with his interruptions one after another, got up and stretched out his hands to pinch his cheeks, "Can you stop being so disappointing?"

Gu Jian pushed his hand away, lowered his eyes and stared at him lazily, "It's your fault that the story you made up is full of loopholes."

Cheng Xijue was stunned, and couldn't help asking amusedly: "I didn't make it up, have you never heard of fairy tales?"

Gu Jian yawned sleepily, and said without energy: "My family never tells fairy tales, and there is no fairy tale book. My mother doesn't allow me to listen to those useless things."

Ning Wan is very strict. Even the centimeters of the hand holding the chopsticks are measured with a ruler. If she is careless, she will hit her palm. Listening to fairy tales is such a warm and useless thing that never happens in his house. .

Before arriving at the shelter, he hadn't even watched a few movies and TV series, and he lived like an ancient human being.

Cheng Xijue was speechless for a while, half surprised, half heartbroken, what kind of life Gu Jian lived at home, he put his arm under Gu Jian's waist, and hugged him tightly in his arms , "It's okay, you can continue to interrupt, I will tell you two stories."