On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

The roadsides are still green and the morning air is very good.

Uncle Song drove steadily and chatted, "Miss Jiang, can you drive? My daughter is only one year younger than you. She is a sophomore this year. After she passed the driving test, I bought her a car. I saw that she was very happy driving it."

Ever since he found out that Miss Jiang was only twenty years old and had a face full of collagen, Uncle Song looked at her as if he were looking at his own daughter, with eyes full of wild fatherly love.

Jiang Qianxun looked at Uncle Song who was driving with a calm gaze and said, "I studied abroad before and have an international driver's license. After returning to China, I haven't found the time to take the test yet."

"Oh!" Uncle Song said again, "If you can drive, then it will be easy to pass the driver's license test. Don't worry, you can look at the cars first. I have been accompanying my daughter to choose cars these days. I am overwhelmed by the choices and there are conflicts. She doesn't like the ones I like, but she has to frown and close her eyes when she likes the ones I like."

Jiang Qianxun saw the helplessness and doting of a father on Uncle Song's face: "This is a very common and normal phenomenon. There should be very few cases where the preferences of parents and children completely match each other."

Uncle Song held the steering wheel and turned a corner: "Yes. We are old, and our vision cannot keep up with you young kids."

Xing Mingyu: “…”

The man frowned and looked at the newspaper quietly with his dark eyes.

Young one, kid?

Is she a child?

She is pregnant with two babies and she is already 20 years old, which means she has reached the legal age for marriage. She is not a child at all.

After reading a page of the newspaper, no information entered the man's brain.

Xing Mingyu simply closed the newspaper. There was only one sentence in his mind: he didn't think the ten-year age difference between him and Jiang Qianxun was a big deal, and he didn't treat her as a child.

Uncle Song looked at the road ahead and chatted with Jiang Qianxun: "Qianxun, uncle is here for your own good, so I'm going to tell you a few things. Don't be unhappy to hear them."

"No, I'd love to hear it!"

The car windows were covered with film that was almost black, so the morning sunlight couldn't get in at all. However, Jiang Qianxun's little face looked warm and bright, cheerful and talkative.

Uncle Song said, "Don't rush into a relationship! You have to be very cautious when deciding on a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. This is my daughter's bitter experience from her early love life to now being in college, and she has dated more than a dozen times. Every boyfriend she has had cheated on her and was unfaithful. The scumbags are just that bad in all kinds of ways."

"Well, I won't talk about it."

Jiang Qianxun had seen in the news that many people nowadays are masters of time management.

Qin Chuan's dating two people at the same time can only be considered entry-level, some people date seven or eight people at the same time, and they don't know how to allocate their time. She doesn't even eat so many times a day.

Uncle Song looked at the company building approaching and the men getting ready for work, and sneered, "My daughter is still on campus, you are in the workplace, you have to be more careful, some men look handsome and well-dressed, but who knows how dirty they are in their hearts!"

Jiang Qianxun: “…”

She couldn't help but glance at the well-dressed, indifferent, serious and silent man next to her.

Uncle Song parked the car in front of the company building. Before getting out of the car, he gave one more reminder: "See, Chihiro, there are countless high-quality men in and around the company, whether they are white-collar workers or gold-collar workers. They are all experienced hunters. These men can't deceive experienced female colleagues now, so they specifically pick on young girls in their early twenties who are just entering the workplace. If you meet a man who is courting you for no reason, remember to stay away from him."

Jiang Qianxun was stunned by what he heard, but it made sense.

"Thank you Uncle Song for your advice. I will definitely protect myself!"

She smiled wider.

Xing Mingyu: “…”

Jiang Qianxun took the bag, got out of the car, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xing, thank you, Uncle Song, goodbye, I'm going to work!"

Uncle Song then turned around and looked at the back seat of the car. Mr. Xing...why didn't he get out of the car?

Xing Mingyu was dressed in formal attire, sitting there dignified and noble. He raised his indifferent eyes and looked at Uncle Song who was confused.

After a moment of silence, he said in a deep and powerful voice: "Since you are so worried about the child, why not go home and rest during the holiday!"

After saying that, the man stretched out his long legs under his black trousers, got out of the car and walked into the company.

Uncle Song was totally confused. It was true that Mr. Xing had a gloomy face, but they were actually giving him a holiday!

Let him go home and rest!

A few seconds later, Uncle Song, who had figured out the problem, was so moved that he almost cried. How did Mr. Xing know that he especially wanted to practice driving more with his daughter at home every day?

It must be because he talked too much and revealed too much information during the drive just now, which touched Mr. Xing's heart, which was cold on the outside but warm on the inside!

Jiang Qianxun got out of the elevator and came to the design department's floor.

She didn't wear a mask today because, as Mr. Xing said, it was not comfortable to wear that thing.

Now that she had the shares, her fears were gradually decreasing.

A colleague from the department who passed by saw her true face and was surprised: "Director An, why are you so…"

"How come your face is showing?"

Jiang Qianxun smiled faintly and said, "It was an allergy on my face before, but it's gone now."

On her first day at work, she lied to Xing Mingyu who asked why she wore a mask, saying that she wore a mask because of an infectious disease. As for her colleagues, upon learning that she was a high-level architectural designer, they all handled her business impartially and did not dare to ask about her personal affairs.

A colleague was frightened by her cold appearance a few days ago, but now he saw that her face was very beautiful, the kind that made people feel comfortable visually, and he couldn't help but be more friendly: "What about your eyes, Director?"

Jiang Qianxun paused, then said, "Oh, those are colored contact lenses. I wear them for fun occasionally when I feel like it."

My colleague said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the director looks so serious, but he has a girly heart!"

Jiang Qianxun pursed her lips and smiled, then walked towards the office.

When she opened the door, she saw the new male assistant inside. The 1.80-meter-tall clean-cut guy couldn't help but touch his head when he saw her. He said with a little embarrassment and shyness, "I'm here to deliver a chair to the director. The logistics department said they ordered a maternity chair."

Maternity chair?

There is such a thing!

Jiang Qianxun's beautiful features paused for a moment as she looked at the replaced chair. The curve of the new seat back looked like a special chair designed to protect the waist of pregnant women.

She was confused.

"Thank you, thank you for your trouble." Jiang Qianxun said to the male assistant who was carrying the old chair.

"Director, don't be polite to me!"

The 1.80-meter-tall male assistant's ears suddenly turned red, and he picked up the chair and ran away.

Xing Mingyu made an exception and came to the design department. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw the male assistant walking out of Jiang Qianxun's office with a red face all the way to his neck.

He frowned in displeasure.

The female colleague who had just chatted with Jiang Qianxun saw Mr. Xing, wearing a black suit, suddenly appear at the elevator.

He was tall and straight, with his tie tied solemnly below his protruding Adam's apple. He had a grim expression on his face, and withdrew his sharp eyes from the door of the director's office, then turned and walked into the elevator.

The female colleague was so frightened that she choked on her breath. She quickly came to Jiang Qianxun's office and said, "Hey, Mr. Xing probably dislikes office romances. He just saw that male assistant blushing as he walked out of your office. He was very unhappy!"

Jiang Qianxun sat in his office seat without saying a word.

What does the male assistant's blushing have to do with her? She has done nothing wrong.

The female colleague looked at the maternity chair and couldn't help but say, "But our company's benefits are really getting better and better. They even provide this kind of chair for pregnant women. Oh, I want to work for the company for three lifetimes. I am a member of the company in life and a ghost of the company in death."

"..." Jiang Qianxun felt that it was unnecessary and scary.