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

However, with this maternity chair, Jiang Qianxun felt really relaxed after a day's work, and her waist and back seemed to have lost all the fatigue of the past.

When it's time to get off work, people in the department start to arrange a party on an AA basis.

The main person in charge was that female colleague. Since the communication between her and Jiang Qianxun was very relaxed and pleasant, Jiang Qianxun no longer wore a mask, which made people in the department feel much more friendly.

"Director, for the sake of unity and friendship in our department, please agree to come with us to have a meal! Let the new assistants get to know their superiors better, so they may not be so restrained at work! It also gives us a chance to get to know you better!"

We do have meetings all the time at work. Everyone is very serious and does their job impartially. No nonsense is spoken in order to meet deadlines.

Jiang Qianxun nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The female colleague was very happy: "Director, what do you like to eat? Hot pot? Barbecue? Japanese food?"

"You decide. I'm fine with anything."

Jiang Qianxun smiled and said that she was never picky about food.

I couldn't stand the smell of meat only during those days when I had severe morning sickness. Now my appetite has improved a lot and I get hungry as soon as I hear about hotpot and barbecue.

At dusk, employees of the company came out one after another.

A low-key black Bentley was parked in front of the company's gate. Xing Mingyu was sitting in the driver's seat, with a lit cigarette in his hand that was stretched out of the window.

The white smoke slowly dispersed, making the cuffs of the exquisite suit and shirt and the watch on the sturdy wrist look very elegant.

The man looked like he was waiting for someone.

Seeing this, some of his employees did not dare to approach rashly and had to take a detour.

Jiang Qianxun came out with a female colleague, followed by a male assistant who was carrying his boss's computer bag.

Three people got into the same taxi.

After we sat down, the taxi started, slowly left the door of the building, and merged into the bustling traffic on the main street.

A colleague in the department ordered a spicy hotpot restaurant, which was located in a dilapidated factory building. Although the style was simple, the hygiene was good.

At this time, there were already quite a few people sitting on stools queuing outside on the first floor. Perhaps the reputation of this restaurant was too good, and every table was full. My colleagues in the department knew the boss, so they reserved a few tables for him on the third floor in advance.

"Director, can I ask you a very personal question?" The female colleague sitting next to Jiang Qianxun started chatting casually.

After a while, the red oil pan on the table began to bubble and boil, and the assistant opposite was using a serving chopstick to rinse coriander.

Another colleague was eating hot pot tripe.

Jiang Qianxun nodded while eating the fat beef: "Well, ask."

"Just... Director, what does your husband do?" The female colleague didn't ask too directly. It was not easy to ask directly why you have never seen the father of the baby in your belly, never called you, and you never mentioned him.

Jiang Qianxun was touched by the spiciness and enjoyed it very much. She drank a sip of water and raised her eyes and said, "My husband is a great hero."

This is the excuse Jiang Qianxun prepared for her two babies in the future.

No baby will reject the big hero dad.

The female colleague exclaimed: "Oh my god, what a hero! What kind of business is that?"

Jiang Qianxun's fair cheeks turned slightly pink from the spiciness: "Sorry. It's not convenient for me to reveal his occupation."

The main reason is that she hasn't finished editing it yet.

She plans to wait until the two children are born and grow up a little, so that they can express which kind of heroes they like, and then she will create the novel based on the children's needs!

Although the female colleague gossiped a bit, she knew her limits and quickly stopped talking.

Some anti-drug heroes and the like are not allowed to reveal too much personal information!

After a while, Jiang Qianxun's cell phone rang.

Caller ID: Mr. Xing.

After taking a look, she lowered her head and picked up the phone. A man's deep voice came from the other end: "Where is it?"

"Oh, I'm having dinner with my colleagues."

Jiang Qianxun didn't know what the man wanted to talk to her about. As she spoke, she picked up the serving chopsticks and picked up another piece of beef. She was a loyal fan of beef.

"when will it finish?"

Before the fat beef was put into the red oil to blanch, Jiang Qianxun thought for a while, "I don't know yet, Mr. Xing, is there anything urgent?"

To be honest, today's hotpot is her favorite. She has almost no friends in China, let alone family. It is rare for her to have a meal with a few colleagues.

At this moment, she felt extremely happy and realized that she was a normal person, and wanted to eat for a while longer.

There was no more male voice on the other end, and he hung up the phone.

Jiang Qianxun thought, maybe he needed help for some urgent temporary work? Seeing that she was at the dinner party and didn't have time, he decisively called to find the next candidate?

On the third floor of the hot pot restaurant, colleagues were eating and chatting, especially when eating hot pot, which would take a long time.

On the street not far from the first floor, the night breeze was cool, making people feel comfortable.

The man sitting in the car threw his cell phone aside. The cigarette in his hand burned out. He frowned and lit another one.

I tried to use the taste of nicotine to suppress the inexplicable unhappiness in my chest.

Xing Mingyu raised his deep and indifferent eyes, took a puff of cigarette quietly with his thin lips, and then naturally and casually exhaled a puff of white smoke forward.

I looked up at the time. It was twenty past six.

It’s still early indeed.

When Jiang Qianxun was only about 60% full, she started listening to everyone's conversation and added many of her colleagues on WeChat using her work ID.

I just realized that there are all kinds of groups.

People eating hotpot on the third floor came and went in waves, and the noise of drinking and chatting was endless.

Jiang Qianxun felt the atmosphere of fireworks. At this time, the male assistant went downstairs to ask for a fruit plate. The boss and the waiter were busy, so he brought it up himself and came to Jiang Qianxun first: "Director, Sister Zhang, you two should have a piece of watermelon to relieve the greasiness."

"Thank you."

Jiang Qianxun and the female colleague next to her both picked a piece of watermelon with toothpicks.

After more than two hours of eating hotpot, the male assistant no longer blushed easily because he had given up.

Director An should love her husband very much. After all, her husband is a great hero, and he is nothing!

The inferiority complex made him feel very uncomfortable, but he was also relieved.

Sister Zhang, who saw through everything, whispered in his ear to comfort him: "You are a good boy, at least you are not a common believer, and what's wrong with being inferior? Inferiority is a boy's best dowry."

Male assistant: “…” It was even more uncomfortable.

When the hotpot party was going on until 8:30, Jiang Qianxun thought they could leave, but colleagues at another table started to make a fuss and play games.

Jiang Qianxun has no friends in the country, so she really doesn’t know what games they can play when they have a meal together.

She was like a curious baby. She was the director that everyone in the department feared, but she was eager for everyone to reveal more ways to have fun. She was really relaxing and looking for happiness.

By the time we finished eating and playing, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

At this time, the nightlife seems to have just begun, the streets are brightly lit, the hot pot restaurant is bustling with people, and the red oil pot is even more boiling.

Walking out of the hot pot restaurant in the evening breeze and going out from the first floor, a sharp-eyed colleague noticed a car parked under a tree on the roadside.

"Oh my god, if I remember correctly, is that Mr. Xing's car?"

Jiang Qianxun looked up in the direction.

The street lights were bright, but only on the side where she was standing.

On the other side of the road, where the car was parked, there were many trees and the street lights were dim, making it seem a bit lonely.

There was a small light on in the car, and I could see a man sitting inside, looking down as he picked up his cell phone.

The next second, a message came on Jiang Qianxun's phone.

【come over. 】

"..."

Jiang Qianxun tightened her grip on the phone, and indescribable emotions filled her mind. It was too noisy around her and she couldn't hear her own heartbeat.

How did he know it was from this hot pot restaurant?

After seeing off all her colleagues in the department, she went to find Xing Mingyu.

After sitting in the dimly lit car, Jiang Qianxun lowered his head and said calmly: "How long have you been waiting here, Mr. Xing?"

Xing Mingyu put one hand on the steering wheel. He glanced at his watch, then turned to look at the little woman in the passenger seat and said in a low voice, "More than four hours."

Jiang Qianxun: “…”

Could it be possible not to be like this?