After divorcing Zha Gong, I got pregnant

"...Things that have never been said without reason and that have not been tried are wrong. It is safe to stick to the rules, but for us, it may be gradually regressing in the torrent of the times."

"This is the topic I want to talk to you at the year-end meeting today. Thank you everyone."

Accompanied by warm applause, the young man beside the multimedia screen bent down and bowed, and picked up the notebook on the table with a smile on his lips. As calm as the slightly cold snow, a pair of brown eyes are very bright and clean.

Every year at the mid-year meeting of the magazine, a member is invited to give a speech, and the selection criteria are all performance and reputation in the past six months.

Jiang Xiangdi didn't expect that he would be elected. He hadn't given a public speech for a long time, and he was a little nervous to speak in front of everyone.

However, this feeling of being watched and recognized can undoubtedly bring people excitement and a sense of accomplishment.

In the end, the leader announced the job change plan, making Zhao Xinyan the deputy editor-in-chief, and Jiang Xiangdi leading the content of the entertainment section under him.

The entertainment section is a particularly popular section, with a lot of attention and rich and endless content, it is a position that everyone wants.

However, if Jiang Xiangdi was in charge, I would understand. The other party has worked here for three years, and his ability and performance are obvious to all.

The only two unhappy people in the audience were the editor-in-chief and Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng was directly thrown to the miscellaneous department, and she was so angry that she almost broke the pen in her hand.

The editor-in-chief raised his hand with a livid face, and said, "I need detailed statistics and records."

Zhao Xinyan got up, showed her Jiang Xiangdi's document, paused, threw another copy over, and said, "This is Xiaofeng's work record, you can compare and see. How many documents have appeared in Comrade Xiaofeng in half a year? A mistake? If I were the leader, I wouldn’t raise such a useless employee.”

"There is also this one. Xiao Jiang works carefully and rigorously, and he has a strong ability to solve problems. When the editor-in-chief is free, you can take a good look at his records of handling crisis incidents in the past six months."

Zhao Xinyan articulated the words clearly, stating the facts word by word, and proved to those who doubted that this was right.

The editor-in-chief was speechless, but panicked under everyone's sharp eyes, and finally realized that she would be pulled down.

As soon as the mid-year conference was over, Jiang Xiangdi found Zhao Xinyan, gave him a high five, and said, "Thank you Brother Zhao."

"I've said it all, I'll cover you up." Zhao Xinyan said, "Everyone go out for dinner at noon, you can come together. They insisted on me having a treat to celebrate my promotion."

It wasn't long at noon, and Jiang Xiangdi also passed by. As soon as he came, everyone booed him to come over. They were so enthusiastic, Jiang Xiangdi hurriedly avoided it, thought for a while, sat next to Xiao Tang, and said, "Xiao Tang Tang has a partner, which makes me feel at ease."

Zhao Xinyan just heard this sentence when he came over, and said with a smile: "Are you all so fierce, want to eat you?"

Xiao Tang: "Brother Jiang is too popular."

Before the food was served, Xiao Tang took out a bag of things from his bag, opened it and started to eat: "Brother Jiang, do you want to eat something? This is plum, and it tastes very good."

Jiang Xiangdi seldom ate snacks, and almost never bought them. He looked at the round, strange, uneaten thing, and shook his head.

The little sister next to him patted Xiao Tang: "Forget it, this is too sour, I don't want to eat it either. Brother Jiang's dislike is written all over his face."

"Really not, don't talk nonsense." Jiang Xiangdi smiled, "I also want to praise Xiao Tang, the tasks assigned to you the first two times were well completed."

He has been holding several jobs recently, he is a little overwhelmed, and needs to ensure rest. Jiang Xiangdi has asked Xiaotang to participate in the two research activities that Jiang Xiangdi has done.It can be said that it is not easy to make money for raising cubs.

Xiao Tang didn't think so. More work means more chances of promotion. Jiang Xiangdi left more opportunities for her to show, saying, "I want to thank Brother Jiang for training me."

"Okay, stop chatting, the food is here."

However, Jiang Xiangdi couldn't eat. His appetite has not been very good recently, and his taste has become a little strange.

Jiang Xiangdi knew the reason for this, just like when he went to the art exhibition and felt uncomfortable that day, he had to pretend to cough to cover up.He can only move his chopsticks less at this moment.

Fortunately, everyone didn't realize that Xiao Tang was a big-hearted girl, and Jiang Xiangdi seldom talked, so few people paid attention to him.

Bored, he picked up the cabbage leaves in the bowl, thinking about when to go back, his eyes fell on the plums that Xiao Tang put on the table, he told the other party, picked one up and put it in his mouth to pass the time.

The entrance is sour and a little sweet.

When the food was almost finished, when Xiao Tang was packing up his things, he found that her sour bag was... empty.

The restaurant was only one road away from the magazine office, and everyone walked back after eating. Jiang Xiangdi followed behind, noticing a black car parked by the side of the road, his gaze paused for a moment.

He may be too sensitive and always feel that someone is watching him inside.

Sitting in the car seat were Yao Jin and Jiang Xiangdi's half-brother Jiang Guanghe.

Yao Jin said, "It turns out that the editor-in-chief of their magazine is yours."

Jiang Guanghe said lightly: "It's almost like I bought her, but she is too stupid. Xiaofeng should be a relative of your Zhu family, right? It's not very good."

His words seemed to be too arrogant, Yao Jin endured all the way, if not for his meager strength and Zhu Yuan's downfall completely, otherwise he would not have dealt with this kind of person.

Moreover, Jiang Guanghe's arrogance is just like his style of acting, regardless of the consequences.

Yao Jin said with some concern: "Is it really okay for us to do this? This is breaking ground on the Jin family's territory."

"There will be no problem. Such a big president, will he still follow others every day?!"

Jiang Guanghe was full of confidence, looked at him again, and asked, "I still can't figure out what kind of grievances you have with my illegitimate son. Are you the rumored Bai Yueguang of Mr. Jin?"

Yao Jin raised his eyebrows: "Does it look like it?"

Jiang Guanghe sneered: "Not at all."

Yao Jin: "..."

After get off work in the evening, Jiang Xiangdi was not surprised to see Jin Bei come to pick him up, he was already numb.

Three days a week, he needs to check in at the construction site of the art exhibition venue, after all, he needs to get paid.But generally there was nothing to do, basically just sitting in the lounge with a few members of the Artists Association drinking tea, going back and forth, Jiang Xiangdi learned a lot from the exchange.

Those who engage in art are probably more frank and forthright, they have no intentions, they chat about whatever they want, and they are very happy to get along with.

But at certain moments, Jiang Xiangdi still works hard, he has his own special dust mask.

When he arrived at the location, Jiang Xiangdi found that Ye Zang was there, greeted him, and said to Jin Bei: "Last week, I asked them to change the design of the westernmost wall into a screen. I'll go in and have a look."

Jin Bei: "I'm with you."

The decoration has entered the final stage, and it has begun to take shape in the scale of an art exhibition, with a sense of righteousness of the national style.

When Jiang Xiangdi arrived at the hall he mentioned, the wall that delineated the spatial hierarchy was replaced by a tall and wide screen with pictures of ancient battlefields.

Jiang Xiangdi didn't think there was anything wrong, so he took out his design notebook and ticked off the records he had made.

Jin Bei was on the phone by the corner wall, Ye Zang came over and said, "You seem to be very busy these days."

Honestly, it's been pretty busy.

It's not good to have too many descendants in such a big family, but it doesn't seem good to have too few.Like the Jin family, aside from being deserted for now, it's hard to take care of everything by yourself when you're busy.

Jin Bei glanced at him, ignored him, and continued talking about his own business. Ye Zang was used to it, and just about to go to Jiang Xiangdi, he heard screams from behind.

"careful!"

He hurriedly turned around, and saw that the huge and tall screen with almost two adult men fell down in an instant. This ratio was felt relative to Jiang Xiangdi who was standing within the falling range.Before Ye Zang could react, Jin Bei had already lost his phone and rushed over.

Jiang Xiangdi also came to his senses. Just as he was about to hide, he was hugged by Jin Bei who rushed over. Jiang Xiangdi had no time to think about anything else, so he dragged him to the ground with all his strength to reduce the force of the impact.

Before Jin Bei could reduce his buffer force, he was dragged and almost pressed into his arms, only feeling that the back of his head was wrapped by warm palms, but this feeling was soon overwhelmed by the nervous heartbeat.

With the sound of tearing, half of the screen collapsed.

Jin Bei felt as if a net was covering him, the gravity was so great that it pressed on his back, bringing a feeling of occlusion and dullness, almost unable to breathe, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Only the person in his arms seemed to be stunned and motionless, but he could hear Jiang Xiangdi's suppressed breathing, and he could feel the warm skin in his hands.

Jin Bei's voice was low: "Jiang Xiangdi?"

Jiang Xiangdi didn't speak.

The nearby employees responded quickly and stepped forward to lift the things up.The pressure was gone in an instant, and there was still dust in the air.Jin Bei helped him up.Jiang Xiangdi's face turned pale from fright, with one arm hanging by his side, he said, "Slow down, I'm dizzy."

Jin Bei lowered his gaze, and immediately noticed that his arm was hanging unnaturally. There was a huge opening from the back of the hand to the elbow, and blood dripped out continuously.

Jin Bei held his palm, the bright blood color on the white arm was almost dazzling, he didn't dare to touch it, took a deep breath and said: "You..."

He thought for a moment of the hand protecting the back of his head.

But why didn't Jiang Xiangdi say a word, and didn't cry out in pain?

Jiang Xiangdi also looked down at this time, feeling a slight tearing pain, but he was used to enduring pain, so he didn't make a sound.

He felt that Jin Bei's hands seemed to be shaking, so he said, "It needs to be dealt with, is there..."

"Your wound is too big," Jin Bei managed to calm down, "I'll take you to the hospital."

The hospital is not far away, and there are few cars on the road, so we will arrive soon.Jiang Xiangdi treated the wound briefly in the car, but it was actually not very deep, as if he was scratched by a sharp object. He guessed that it should be something on the screen that fell off, but the pain came up densely, and it seemed to be getting worse. trend.

It was easy to handle when we arrived at the hospital. Jiang Xiangdi went to treat the wound, and Jin Bei went through the formalities for him.

The young lady sitting at the window checked the patient's information several times, then glanced at the tall and handsome man outside the window, and asked hesitantly, "Are you the patient's boyfriend?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Jin is feeling lonely

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感谢在2020-08-1717:36:49~2020-08-1800:03:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of CC; 5 bottles of Huajiu Qiqiu; 2 bottles of Gongka-do not explain; tea. . 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!