Quick Wear: After the charming host got pregnant, the boss spoiled her like crazy

Now Xie Feng really didn’t dare to drink tea anymore. He was really afraid that he would be choked to death by Xie Zhi if he was not careful.

"Cousin, you heard it right."

Xie Zhi put out the cigarette between his fingers, walked to his side with his long legs, and placed his slender fingers on his shoulders.

"It's up to you, cousin."

After that, he patted him encouragingly. Then, he left gracefully, leaving Xie Feng alone in a mess.

Xie Feng scratched his hair, feeling badly cheated.

As the chief leader of the top wealthy family, the Xie family, it goes without saying that Mr. Xie is very intimidating.

Although Mr. Xie has retired in recent years and has become a little gentler, he used to have too much power.

Whenever Xie Feng thought of old man Xie's sharp eyes, he still trembled a little.

No, he has to discuss it with the educated youth in his family.

When Xie Feng rushed over, Zhao Zhiqing was leaning over the desk, drawing a rough draft for Xie Zhi's ring.

"Zhiqing, I also have something and I need your help to come up with an idea."

"explain."

Zhao Zhiqing wrote a few words on the manuscript without even raising his head.

"Zhiqing, I am serious."

Xie Feng felt sorry for him working on the drafts so late at night and didn't want him to be too tired.

The big hand grasped the young man's waist and intertwined his hands.

The woody scent of the man behind him, mixed with the warmth of his body, lingered on Zhao Zhiqing's back.

It entangled all his thoughts.

"Xie Feng, you..."

Zhao Zhiqing could only throw down his pen. He was always like this, making him lose his battle easily.

"Okay, listen to me."

Xie Feng used some force to push him to sit on the swivel chair.

He also sat down and sat on his lap.

Xie Feng was not heavy, and Zhao Zhiqing liked the feeling of holding him in his arms.

"You said."

Zhao Zhiqing said softly.

After Xie Feng told Zhao Zhiqing everything, Zhao Zhiqing also fell silent.

Shen Nian was originally the daughter of the Shen family, so this identity was enough for her to be a good match for Xie Zhi.

only……

Zhao Zhiqing unconsciously supported his chin with his hands, which was an action he often did when thinking.

But Shen Nian has now been kicked out by the Shen family and all ties have been severed.

As a female star, that's a no-brainer.

However, Zhao Zhiqing's eyes flashed and he instantly had an idea.

"The Xie family is in need of children, so Shen Nian just needs to lie and claim that she is pregnant with Xie Zhi's child.

Your grandfather will definitely accept her for the sake of this child."

After listening to Zhao Zhiqing's words, Xie Feng thought about it carefully and realized that this was right!

What the old man values ​​most is his offspring.

"You are indeed the most reliable educated youth."

Xie Feng deliberately praised him loudly, which made Zhao Zhiqing's ears turn red.

…………

next day

"Hey, Teacher Shen, this angle is so beautiful, keep it up."

The photographer was quick to capture Shen Nian's beauty.

"Call it a day, Teacher Shen, thank you for your hard work!"

Shen Nian had just finished shooting the magazine cover and took the water from his assistant to moisten his throat.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Special Assistant Li waving at her. The fact that Special Assistant Li was here meant that he was here too.

Following the photo scandal, they haven't seen each other for over a week.

She put down the cup and walked over.

"Ms. Shen, Mr. Xie is waiting for you outside."

Shen Nian nodded to Special Assistant Li, said something to the assistant, and followed Special Assistant Li out.

After exiting the advertising building, I saw a low-key and luxurious Rolls-Royce parked in front of the door.

The car window was rolled down, and the man in a neat suit leaned in the back seat with an indifferent expression, his white knuckles casually resting in the middle and his long legs naturally crossed.

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"Young Master, the sobering soup is ready." Qingyun said softly, holding a bowl of steaming hot soup in her hand, with a hint of concern in her voice.

She walked into the room and saw Rong Jue sitting on the edge of the bed. Shen Nian seemed to be drunk and unconscious.

Qingyun walked to Rong Jue and asked him to move aside so that she could feed Shen Nian the sobering soup.

"Young Master, please move aside for a moment. I will feed His Highness the sobering soup."

Qingyun requested respectfully, her eyes gentle but firm. She obviously didn't want to disturb the atmosphere between Rong Jue and Shen Nian, but she had to fulfill her duty.

Her Highness has been often sad and worried recently because the Young Master has suddenly become cold and distant towards her.

Now, the two of them can finally live together in harmony.

Qingyun was reluctant to break this atmosphere, but it was Shen Nian who was drunk and uncomfortable.

Qingyun had been delaying the process of making the soup, and now he really couldn't delay any longer.

"Give me the hangover soup, and you can leave first."

Rong Jue didn't want to move away from Shen Nian, so he asked Qingyun for the sobering soup.

"Yes, young master."

Hearing this, Qingyun was delighted and she quickly handed him the sobering soup.

She carefully handed the bowl to Rong Jue, then slowly backed away and left the room, leaving Rong Jue and Shen Nian with a private space.

Rong Jue took the sobering soup. His movements were gentle and careful, making sure not to wake up Shen Nian, who he had just coaxed to sleep.

He gently brought the spoon to Shen Nian's mouth and slowly fed her the liquid.

His eyes were full of doting and concern, as if at this moment, the whole world only had the two of them.

Marquis Qingyun was outside the main hall of Chonghua Palace, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

She was obviously in a good mood, because she felt relieved to see Shen Nian and Rong Jue being so close.

"Aunt Qingyun, what great joy has happened to you? You are smiling so brightly."

The little angel who was keeping watch with Qingyun was very innocent. She couldn't suppress her curiosity and put her furry head next to her.

"You are a little girl, don't ask so many questions."

Qingyun pretended to be profound and refused to tell the truth to the little goddess.

"Aunt Qingyun, you are annoying. If you don't tell me, I don't want to hear it."

The little goddess pouted and turned her back.

Qingyun was amused by her and reached out to touch her head.

"You little girl, you are still so stubborn at such a young age."

The little angel wanted to say a few more words to Qingyun.

"Someone is coming."

Hearing Nian Jue's voice inside the hall, Qingyun hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in.

"Young Master, what do you want me to do?"

Qingyun asked respectfully, her eyes moving back and forth between Rong Jue and Shen Nian, ready to follow Rong Jue's instructions at any time.

Rong Jue handed the bowl of sobering soup to Qingyun.

"Put this thing away." His voice was calm and gentle, revealing a hint of unquestionable majesty.

After saying that, Rong Jue also stood up from the bed, "Take good care of your Highness."

His gaze lingered on Shen Nian for a moment, then he raised his foot and was about to leave.

His movements were gentle, not wanting to disturb Shen Nian's sleep.

However, just as he was about to leave, Shen Nian reached out his hand in a half-asleep state and grabbed the corner of his sleeve.

"Don't go, my husband, don't go."

Shen Nian's voice contained a hint of pleading. Although her eyes were hazy, they revealed her attachment to and reluctance to part with Rong Jue.

When Rong Jue heard Shen Nian's call, his heart softened. He turned around, sat back on the bed, and gently held Shen Nian's hand.

"I'm here and I'm not leaving." His voice was soft and soothing.

Seeing this, Qingyun retreated silently. She knew that Shen Nian needed Rong Jue's company at this moment.

The little angel also followed Qingyun obediently, leaving the couple with a quiet space.

Rong Jue sat beside Shen Nian, guarding her quietly until she fell asleep again.

After Shen Nian fell asleep soundly this time, Rong Jue took off his coat, hugged Shen Nian and fell asleep with her.

…………

In the dream, in the alley paved with bluestone bridges, raindrops fell on the eaves, making crisp sounds.

In a house deep in the alley, there was a little girl holding an oil-paper umbrella. She secretly peeked out from the door, observing the movements outside.

There was a gleam of curiosity and mischief in the little girl's eyes. When she saw that there was no one guarding the door, she ran out boldly.

The rain fell into the puddle, creating ripples. The little girl's oil-paper umbrella looked particularly bright in the rain.

She jumped over the puddles lightly, and under the oil-paper umbrella, she looked like a flower blooming in the rain.

Her laughter echoed in the rain, a kind of carefree joy, curiosity and exploration of the world.

Every corner of the alley is full of vitality. The rain nourishes the bluestone bridge and also nourishes the little girl's heart.

"Hey, little girl, have you forgotten something?"

Suddenly, the quietness of the alley was broken by the lazy voice of a young boy. It seemed to be blown from afar by the wind and reached the little girl's ears in an absolutely powerful form.

The little girl looked up while holding her umbrella, and saw the young man leaning nonchalantly on the bluestone at the entrance of the alley.

His figure seemed particularly hazy in the rain, as if he had merged into the world around him.

There was a hint of teasing in his eyes and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was waiting for the little girl's response.

"Ah Rong!"

The little girl seemed to be very familiar with the boy. She was holding a colorful oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

She trotted to the boy and stood on tiptoe as if she wanted to shield him from the fine rain.

The hem of the boy's clothes and the hem of the girl's skirt were entangled together by the breeze, and the scene looked particularly warm in the rain.

The boy looked at the little girl's actions, a gentle gleam in his eyes.

He smiled gently, stretched out his hand, took the oil-paper umbrella from the little girl, and then gently pulled her to his side.

"Don't get wet, be careful not to catch a cold." His voice was soft, with a hint of unquestionable concern.

The little girl looked up at the boy, her eyes full of trust and dependence. She nodded and let the boy shield her from the rain.

The material of the clothes the boy was wearing was not expensive, but it made him look chivalrous.

However, when young heroes travel the world, they may occasionally encounter setbacks.

Look, isn’t there some bruises on the boy’s lips right now?

The boy seemed to notice the little girl's gaze, and he smiled slightly, trying to hide his injury, but his face turned pale with pain.

"It's okay," he said lightly, "I just fell accidentally."

There was a hint of worry in the little girl's eyes, but she didn't ask any more questions.

Arong also wanted to save face, so if he didn't say anything, she wouldn't force him to ask.

The boy felt the girl's concern and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He knew that no matter how dangerous the world was, as long as he had this little girl by his side, he would have endless courage and strength.

"Let's go," the little girl said, "find a place to avoid the rain and change you into some clean clothes.

And more!"

The little girl pointed at the wound on the corner of his lip and said, "We need to apply some medicine to this precious corner of the lip of our hero Rong who travels the world and fights for justice."

The boy was teased by the little girl, but he didn't show any anger at all.

He smiled gently, and a mischievous gleam flashed in the boy's eyes, as if he was infected by the little girl's joke.

"Okay, okay," he said in a serious tone, "The injury to the corner of Rong's lip is indeed a great loss to the martial arts world."

The little girl giggled, her laughter clear and pleasant, like the sound of raindrops falling on bluestone slabs.

They walked through the rain and found a small inn.

When the innkeeper's wife saw that the two men were wet, she quickly invited them into the house and told the waiter to prepare hot water and clean clothes.

The boy and the girl were arranged to stay in a simple but warm room.

The boy took off his wet clothes and changed into clean clothes provided by the proprietress.

The little girl sat aside, holding a bottle of ointment in her hand, ready to treat the boy's wound.

"It may be a little painful," the little girl said carefully, "Just bear with it."

The boy nodded, his eyes full of trust.

The little girl gently applied the ointment on the corners of the boy's lips, being very gentle for fear of hurting him.

The young man stared at the little girl's face without blinking, seeing her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she seemed to be very concerned about him.

His heart felt as if it had eaten honey, so sweet that he almost melted.

"Okay," the little girl said with satisfaction, "this way there will be no scars."

The boy touched the corner of his lips. Although it still hurt a little, his heart was filled with happiness.

He knew that this little girl was not only his companion, but also an indispensable part of his life.

"Thank you, little girl." The boy said sincerely, "With you here, I feel that no matter what difficulties I encounter, they are not a problem."

The little girl smiled slightly, and her smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and bright.

“We are partners,” she said, “and no matter the weather, we will face it together.”

The boy and the little girl smiled at each other, their hearts full of expectations for the future.

But there are still big differences between what the boy and the girl think.

The boy would not just be content to be a partner with the girl forever. He had a deeper desire in his heart.

He also wanted to make the little girl his own.

A little girl that belongs only to him.

The little girl, who was smiling brightly at the moment, had no idea what was in the boy's mind.

She was immersed in the fantasy of fighting side by side with the boy, and was full of infinite longing for the future. The boy silently made a vow in his heart that no matter what the future held, he would protect this little girl and make her an indispensable part of his life.

"Bye, Arong, I'm going back."

The young man sent the little girl to the entrance of the bluestone alley and watched her wave goodbye to him like a little deer.