After that night, I was pregnant with the billionaire president's child

Zhou Junhang still had a smile in his eyes. He asked Meng Qiao, "Hey, did you see my phone last night?"

"Yes." Meng Qiao stood up and took Zhou Junhang's phone from the shoe cabinet. "Here you go."

"Thank you." Zhou Junhang opened his phone and blurted out, "Oh my God."

"What's wrong?" Meng Qiao asked.

"Oh, it's okay." Zhou Junhang said, "My parents and my brother called me. They must have thought I was lost."

Zhou Junhang said this and quickly called his parents.

After being scolded by my parents, I called my brother again.

My brother said, "I thought you were kidnapped and was about to call the police."

After informing his family that he was safe, Zhou Junhang said to Meng Qiao, "Come on, I'll treat you to some huoshao."

Meng Qiao shook her head, "I'm full."

Zhou Junhang looked Meng Qiao up and down and said, "No wonder you are so thin. You are full with just a small bowl of porridge."

After that, Zhou Junhang said, "Oh, by the way, you're not going to work today?"

Meng Qiao said: "Today is the weekend. I take one day off every weekend."

"Oh," Zhou Junhang responded and asked, "Where do you work?"

“Working as backend operator for a website.”

"Of course." Zhou Junhang couldn't help but look at Meng Qiao with admiration, and said self-deprecatingly: "I haven't found a job yet."

Meng Qiao laughed and said, "Mr. Zhou, you don't want to work, otherwise you wouldn't be able to find a job."

Zhou Junhang suddenly felt that Meng Qiao was quite pretty when she smiled.

He said: "I am not Mr. Zhou, I am Mr. Zhou Er."

“Hahahaha…” Meng Qiao laughed even more.

Zhou Junhang said: "I'm leaving."

Meng Qiao stopped laughing and said, "Well, I won't see you off."

"Thank you for taking me in last night." Zhou Junhang said and left.

"Wait a moment." Meng Qiao picked up the Little Sheep membership card on the table and handed it to Zhou Junhang, "Here you go."

Zhou Junhang didn't even look at the card Meng Qiao handed over. He just looked at Meng Qiao and said:

"You are the first girl that I, Mr. Zhou Er, don't take seriously!"

Meng Qiao looked at Zhou Junhang and seemed a little angry. She asked, "What do you mean?"

"Go out and ask around," Zhou Junhang said, patting his chest.

"How can I take back what I gave away on Tuesday? Aren't you slapping me in the face on Tuesday?"

Meng Qiao blinked and looked at Zhou Junhang. "I heard that you once lost hundreds of thousands of dollars playing mahjong just to please a girl?"

Zhou Junhang's eyes twitched, he glared at Meng Qiao and turned away.

Zhou Junhang took a taxi home, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

He took another taxi and drove his own car to the door of the bar.

He navigated to a home textile store.

I bought two sets of the best quality sheets and quilts, and a pillow at a home textile store.

After leaving the home textile store, he found a shop that sold the most popular steamed buns and packed up ten steamed buns.

When he arrived at the supermarket near Meng Qiao's home, he went in and asked the boss to pick out the most expensive and best fruits for him.

Meng Qiao is washing bed sheets at home.

Last night Zhou Junhang slept in bed with his coat on.

When the doorbell rang, Meng Qiao was hanging the washed sheets on the balcony in the living room.

He stood at the door and asked, "Who is it?"

Zhou Junhang said outside the door: "Zhou Junhang, open the door."

"Zhou Junhang?" Meng Qiao was very surprised. This man had just left for more than an hour, so why was he here again?

When Meng Qiao opened the door, she saw Zhou Junhang carrying a lot of things, big and small bags.

She stood at the door with her eyes wide open in surprise.

Zhou Junhang said, "Hurry, pick it up."

"What did you buy?" Meng Qiao didn't take the bag Zhou Junhang handed over. She was still standing at the door in a daze.

Zhou Junhang looked at Meng Qiao who was standing there in a daze. He didn't expect Meng Qiao to help him carry things anymore and he walked straight into the house.

Zhou Junhang almost bumped into Meng Qiao, who quickly turned sideways.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Meng Qiao closed the door and watched Zhou Junhang put large and small bags on the coffee table in the living room, thinking he was moving.

"The fire-baked bread I bought for you is still hot, eat it while it's hot."

Zhou Junhang said, looking at the sheets drying on the balcony. He took out the new sheets he bought for Meng Qiao and said:

"I knew you disliked me sleeping on your sheets, so I bought you new ones."

Meng Qiao: “…”

“Oh, and I bought a pillow.”

Zhou Junhang took out a new pillow and said, "You can throw away the pillow I used last night. Or maybe you can give it to me. I think your pillow is quite comfortable."

"..."Meng Qiao didn't know what to say for a moment.

Zhou Junhang added: "I also bought some fruit. I don't know what kind of fruit you like, so I bought you a little bit of each kind."

"..." Meng Qiao moved the corners of her mouth again, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Junhang said: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to thank you for taking me in last night."

"..." A trace of loneliness flashed through Meng Qiao's heart. She said, "It's just a small favor. What's there to thank me for?"

"This is not a piece of cake. You saved my life. If you hadn't taken me in, I would have stayed on the street and got kidnapped. My identity as the second son of the Zhou family is very valuable."

Zhou Junhang brought the steamed bun to Meng Qiao's mouth and said, "Eat it quickly. It's still hot. The steamed buns here taste really good."