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

Meanwhile, in the Director's Office.

"Are you okay?"

Xing Mingyu bit his cigarette and was about to light it when he saw the little woman beside him lowering her head to pick up documents. A vein on his forehead twitched and he suddenly realized that he was a father-in-law.

He immediately threw away the cigarette and took the document from her hand with his slender hands without any objection.

"I come."

Jiang Qianxun thought that he was just caring about the pregnant woman, so she didn't refuse. After saying thank you, she sat back in her seat to clean up.

It is not suitable for pregnant women to bend over, but it is still possible to throw the remaining documents into the shredder.

The blueprints were already in her mind, so it didn't matter whether she had the information or not.

She was standing in front of the shredder with the papers on it, she turned around and saw the man elegantly picking up the papers on the ground, and then she thought about the grievance in his words just now.

Somehow, her ears felt a little hot.

It felt like this man had just accused her in public.

Feeling her gaze towards him, Xing Mingyu condescended to put away the last piece of information and turned to look at her.

Being discovered peeking, Jiang Qianxun quickly retracted her gaze and lowered her head to crunch the documents calmly until the man walked over with his long legs and handed her the paper in his hand.

Jiang Qianxun reached out to take it and said thank you. In order to ease the embarrassment of being caught peeking, she had to find some topics and excuses.

"You already knew about Mrs. Jiang's trouble."

No wonder he reminded her to be careful before she went upstairs.

Even before the bodyguards drove Mrs. Jiang away, Jiang Zhaoming had already been taken away by the police. She glanced at the announcement in the work group just now. The crime Jiang Zhaoming was taken away for was not ordinary, but it was not because of this incident.

Judging from the time, he probably was dealing with this matter when he received the phone call in the hospital elevator.

“It’s just to clean up the company’s reputation.”

He suddenly returned to his businesslike and cold attitude. Jiang Qianxun was stunned for a second, as if his previous accusations were just her hallucinations.

But the next moment, he added another sentence.

"Next time if there is any injustice, you can report it to me directly so that it can be handled more quickly, okay?" His voice was deep and pleasant, with a hint of distant and indifferent concern.

Jiang Qianxun was stunned for a moment and turned to look at him.

The man's angular face was serious and mature, and he looked very abstinent in his well-fitting suit. But it was such a man who would express his concern for her.

A warm illusion came over her. Her heartbeat became irregular. Her ears turned red as she nodded instinctively: "Yeah."

But after saying yes, I felt that I was too obedient now. After all, they were not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship...

After putting the last piece of information in, she turned back to sit in her chair and added, "I will bully you back."

Long before he showed up, she had passed on the evidence in her hands. Exposing trash like Jiang Zhaoming was also a way to vent the anger of the majority of working women.

After saying that, she habitually reached for the water cup, hoping to moisten her sudden dry mouth, but it was empty.

Only then did she remember that her cup was smashed by Mrs. Jiang.

She licked her slightly dry lips. With the gaze from the opposite side making her feel hot, she ordered him to leave: "If there is nothing else, Mr. Xing... I want to go to work first."

Watching the little woman's soft red lips quickly sliding across the corners of her lips, Xing Mingyu couldn't help but think of the tenderness he felt when he washed her hair last time. His eyes darkened a little, and he turned around and loosened his tie to hide his sliding Adam's apple, and said something when he stood at the door.

"The meeting will start at 10 o'clock sharp. The Finance Department will replace the damaged items for you later."

After saying that, he walked away with his long legs.

Without the man's strong sense of oppression, Jiang Qianxun calmed her slightly disordered heartbeat, asked the male assistant to bring in his computer, and quickly drew out the design sketch that she had memorized.

Under the male assistant's admiring and inwardly disapproving gaze, she finished the drawing and checked it again, then refined some details and printed them out for use in the meeting.

Then he took out his cell phone and dealt with the final details.

It seems that there are quite a few Xing employees who are just here to watch the fun. Even Mrs. Jiang doesn't dare to make a big deal about this matter, but someone has already posted it online.

As if they were afraid that she wouldn’t die quickly enough, the headline still reads “World-renowned Chinese architect An, and Qin Chuan’s girlfriend Jiang Qianxun, interferes with the top management!”

As for the content, all that has been updated so far are Yang Ting’s uncivilized shrewish scolding.

Uninformed netizens saw the picture and the truth and believed it to be true. In addition, some of Zhao Xi's brainless fans were eager to watch the fun, so a new round of verbal war started online.

Crowd of spectators: "Damn! This farce has a side story! When will it ever end? Can you please stop reporting gossip about wealthy families and celebrities? We just want to see scientists with positive energy!"

Zhao Xi's true fans: "You can't say that. The power-for-sex trade in the workplace not only corrupts the workplace atmosphere, but also destroys workplace fairness! People like Jiang Qianxun should be condemned by society!"

The first highly praised reply was from a Zhao Xi fan: "Strong support! I said last time that Jiang Qianxun is a habitual mistress, and the final reversal was just an operation to save the Qin stock market. Sigh, my sister has lost weight in street photos recently because of this."

The third top-rated reply was from a netizen who became a fan of her after the mask incident: "I checked, this senior executive is called Jiang Zhaoming, he is in his forties with a beer belly and bald spots. We treasure hunters will never be interested in him! This is absolutely slander, wait for the reversal."

Below, Zhao Xi's crazy fans replied: "Still looking for treasures? Three treasures! The guy above is so confident, do you dare to bet?"

"Why not? If there is no reversal, I will eat shit!"

......

The power of brain-dead fans cannot be underestimated. With the stakes set, countless marketing accounts on the Internet were quick to act.

She only signed a dozen or so names on the design draft handed to her by her male assistant, and when she refreshed the page, the internet was full of posts betting on her to win.

The posts posted by Zhao Xi's brainless fans all had the same title "Power-for-sex transactions in the workplace", which even attracted the attention of relevant departments.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

At this time, Uncle Song came knocking on the door, holding a Peppa Pig pink stainless steel thermos cup in his hand.

"Please come in."

"Director An, the Huai County project meeting will start in ten minutes. Please get ready."

Uncle Song finished his report and then handed over the thermos cup in his hand.

"Also, this is the cup that Mr. Xing just asked me to buy. It has been cleaned and disinfected and can be used now."

"......." Jiang Qianxun withdrew his thoughts from the Internet, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to take it.

"Thank you, Uncle Song. But why did President Xing ask you to buy this one?" She uses Peppa Pig as her phone case just to cultivate her own childishness so that when her child is born in the future, she can keep up with the times and coax the child.

That high-up man? Peppa Pig?

She had a hard time connecting the two things.

Uncle Song was also worried and sighed, "Not only that, Mr. Xing just asked me to buy a Peppa Pig mouse pad, but I looked around and couldn't find it. Someone will bring you a new computer and a regular mouse pad later."

The reason, of course, is that he wants to take you, his little cabbage, but the way he does it, ah, is probably because he is old and can't keep up with the thinking of young people.

But since Mr. Xing, who is in charge of the overall situation, has done this, he must have his own reasons.

As for whether you can get it or not, that depends on God's will...

"Thank you!" After Jiang Qianxun thanked Uncle Song, she felt the man's intention in her heart and her mouth suddenly felt drier.

She moved the chair's wheels to the side to get some water, then turned around and saw Uncle Song still standing there, so she moistened her throat.

"Uncle Song, do you have anything else to do?"

Uncle Song held his phone with a worried look on his face.

"Director An, you've heard about what's going on on the Internet, right? I heard my daughter talk about the celebrity lawyer's letter. If these people go too far, you can sue them! The money you win from the lawsuit can be considered as money for the baby's milk powder."

Mr. Xing punished those people in the company who could not distinguish right from wrong, but he did not expect that the matter would ferment on the Internet. These comments made him, an old man, angry. How could this little girl bear it?

Jiang Qianxun, who was used to being alone, felt warm in her heart because of being cared for. When she came to her senses, she had already shown the video in her hand that she had not had time to share.