After being pregnant with the overlord's cub

"..." Qi Cheng took a sip of his coffee quietly, and replied calmly, "No time."

"You're not coming back, are you?" Old Master Qi stared at the phone, as if he was about to smash it into pieces.

"Okay, if you don't come back, then I'll go, I'll come now." Mr. Qi was surprisingly fast, and he was already putting on his clothes.

Qi Cheng's extremely impatient eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of large and small ice cubes, and the chill slowly spread, as if to surround his whole body.

"How long." Qi Cheng managed to hold back two words.

"Seven o'clock in the evening." Mr. Qi leaned on the desk, "At home, Qianqian will come over by then, you'd better obey me."

Qi Cheng didn't answer, and simply hung up the phone.

The mobile phone was thrown heavily on the table by Qi Cheng, and the coffee cup was quietly placed on the table, Qi Cheng sneered.

"Qianqian, don't cry." Old Master Qi put down his phone to comfort An Qianqian and said, "When that kid comes back tonight, I will make him apologize to you."

An Qianqian wiped away tears, "Really?"

"Of course." Mr. Qi nodded, and comforted An Qianqian in a completely different tone from before, "Uncle will not lie to you."

After Qi Cheng finished handling the company's affairs, he called Xing Bai.

The general meaning is that I have something to do and I can't come back in time. Let Xingbai wait if he has time.

When Qi Cheng went back, it was raining heavily, and dense raindrops kept falling from the sky.

After Yu Shushu packed his things, he was about to leave work. When he saw that it was raining heavily outside, he went to Qicheng's office by the way.

Qi Cheng was still in the office, facing the computer screen, reading the electronic contract.

"President Qi?" Standing in front of the table, Yu Shushu tentatively asked Qi Cheng, "How about I send you back first?"

"..." Qi Cheng turned his body from the front of the computer screen, looked at Yu Shushu indifferently, "Did you return the umbrella last time?"

"Ah?" Yu Shushu was probably dazzled by today's work, and really didn't remember what Qi Cheng was talking about.

Qi Cheng reminded, "Fortunately."

"Oh oh." Yu Shushu remembered.

He really hasn't returned it yet. Ever since he returned to the company last time and witnessed Qi Cheng's operation of forgetting his friends when he saw sex, the umbrella has been lying in the back of his car.

"You send it back now." Qi Cheng said suddenly.

Yu Shushu was a little hesitant, the heavy rain outside the window washed the office window again and again, "Why don't I return the umbrella tomorrow, I'd better take you back today."

"No need." Qi Cheng flatly refused, "I'm not going home today."

"Not going home?" Yu Shushu frowned, "Qi is always going to be in the company..."

"No." Qi Cheng stood up from Yiyi morning, leaning halfway on the table, "I have something to do."

Seeing that Qi Cheng was not willing to explain, Yu Shu didn't continue to ask, but simply said: "Okay, Mr. Qi."

After finishing speaking, he left the office directly.

Qi Cheng looked at the heavy rain outside the window.

There was an invisible depression in the haze, which made him a little out of breath.

Qi Cheng took a deep breath, pulled his suit off the stool, put it on and strode out of the office.

The people at the front desk hadn't left work yet, so Qi Cheng casually borrowed an umbrella, opened the company's car door, and after closing it, a black Mercedes-Benz was displayed in the rain.

The phone rang again, and the small space in the car made Qi Cheng a little irritable.

"Hello?" Qi Cheng didn't look at the caller ID at all, and answered the phone directly.

A boy came from the other end of the phone, "Where are you?" Although it was a concerned word, there was no sense of concern in his tone.

Qi Cheng frowned, "Where I am is none of your business?"

"You think I'm willing to take care of you." The man on the other end of the phone sneered, "Mr. An from the An family came here to accuse the teacher. You'd better come back obediently. Oh, by the way, I don't want to hear your voice. Presumably you are not willing to hear my voice, come back on time, don't let me call you a second time."

Qi Cheng's slender fingers rested on the steering wheel, and there were traffic lights in front of him.

"Brother..." Qi Cheng lowered his eyes, and the peach blossoms under Tassel's eyes are now cold, "You are wrong, it's not that I don't want to, I'm disgusted."

After finishing speaking, Qi Cheng hung up the phone before his brother could speak.

He could probably imagine Qi Cheng smiled at his brother's expression at this moment.

Ten minutes later, the black Mercedes turned a few corners and stopped at the door of a villa on the third floor.

The decoration style of the villa is fundamentally different from the villas in Qicheng.

Qi Cheng doesn't like fancy things, the house is almost white, and the outside of the villa isn't decorated much, it's just simply painted white.

But his father, Mr. Qi's villa is different, no matter how exaggerated it is, not to mention the interior decoration of the villa, the outside of the villa is painted gold front and back.

At a glance, the luxurious life is separated by a wall, and inside is the ocean of capitalism.

Qi Cheng got out of the car and walked to the door of the villa with ease.

[Little master. 】

[Hi, young master. 】

The door was not closed, and there were a few servants standing outside, who were now smiling at Qi Cheng with a professional smirk.

Qi Cheng glanced at these people, didn't recognize any of them, and said to himself in his heart: It's hard for you to remember me.

An Qianqian heard movement not far from the hall, and knew that it was Qi Cheng who had returned.

He tidied his hair hastily, and ran to the gate like a lively rabbit.

"Brother Qi Cheng, you're back!" An Qianqian was very happy and angry, everyone knew that she was happy to see Qi Cheng now.

Qi Cheng glanced at An Qianqian, but his eyes were always unwilling to focus on An Qianqian.

An Qianqian pouted, but she wasn't very angry.

Qi Cheng turned sideways, ready to get his slippers.

An Qianqian knelt down and helped Qi Cheng get a pair of slippers that she thought were pretty.

Qi Cheng glanced lightly, and took another pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

After changing the slippers, Qi Cheng casually threw An Qianqian's pair of slippers into the closet.

An Qianqian looked at Qi Cheng suspiciously, "Brother Qi Cheng, your pair of slippers are getting too small, why don't you change them."

"It's none of your business." Qi Cheng walked straight into the hall.

This place is no longer his home.

These shoes are small, but they mean a lot to him. They were bought by his mother, nothing compares to them.

An Qianqian watched Qi Cheng go far away, tidied up the shoe cabinet, and followed Qi Cheng bouncingly.

Old Master Qi was in the study, and he came down from the second floor only after hearing that Qi Cheng had returned.

Qi Cheng's elder brother was at the side supporting Old Master Qi.

"You brat." Old Master Qi looked at Qi Cheng from the corner on the second floor, "Why are you so obedient today?"

Qi Cheng squinted his eyes and looked at Old Master Qi and his elder brother standing next to Old Master Qi.

"You rarely take the initiative to ask me to come back." Qi Cheng deliberately emphasized the word "active".

"You..." Mr. Qi was immediately annoyed as soon as he came out.

Qi Cheng's older brother, Qi Jian, has an obedient face, put his hands on the back of Mr. Qi, and reprimanded Qi Cheng: "It's hard to come back once, can't you talk well? Who did you learn from? ?”

"..." Qi Cheng really disliked Qi Jian since he was a child, it was this obedient appearance that blinded many people's eyes.

When the three of them were in a stalemate, An Qianqian walked over slowly and poked Qi Cheng's arm, "Brother Qi Cheng, please don't say a few words."

Qi Cheng flung An Qianqian's hand away with one hand, and said impatiently: "I'll say it again, you have no right to meddle in my affairs."

Maybe it was because Qi Cheng used a little too much strength, and I don't know if it was fake, but An Qianqian bumped into the sofa on one side.

Qi Jian rushed down from the stairs, grabbed Qi Cheng's tie, and forced Qi Cheng back.

"Qi Cheng, what do you want to do?" Qi Jian looked at Qi Cheng with a displeased face, and when he looked carefully at the back of his hand, the veins bulged.

Qi Cheng squeezed Qi Jian's arm with his backhand, suddenly feeling a little ridiculous.

"Brother, you are still the same as before." Qi Cheng took the initiative to approach Qi Jian, "You still like to fight."

Qi Cheng kept probing Qi Jian crazily on the verge of losing control, seeing that Qi Jian was about to slap him in the face and teach Qi Cheng a lesson for Mr. Qi.

It just so happened that Mr. An of the An family, An Qianqian's father, came over.

As soon as Mr. An came in, he saw his daughter being pushed onto the sofa.

He walked over quickly, without even having time to change his shoes.

"Qi Cheng! What did you do to my daughter?" Mr. An looked as if he wanted to attack Qi Cheng anytime and anywhere.

An Qianqian was wronged, there were actually tears in her eyes, but she still forced herself to smile at Boss An, "Dad, I'm fine, I just didn't step on it."

Several people ate dinner with their own concerns.

Father An didn't look so happy, his face was dark all night, An Qianqian saw that Qi Cheng was unhappy, and was always concerned about Qi Cheng.

Mr. Qi is a businessman, and he plans to cooperate with Father An's company in the future, so he has been actively mobilizing the atmosphere.

After a few sips of wine, Mr. Qi became a little drunk.

The topic fell to Qi Cheng and An Qianqian.

"These two children are not young anymore." Mr. Qi held An Qianqian's hand with a smile, and asked affectionately, "It's time to discuss the marriage between the two of them."

An Qianqian's face was a little red, she was shy and didn't speak for a while.

Qi Cheng's chopsticks for eating suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then he took a sip of wine on his own.

For a moment at the dinner table, the silence was suffocating.

Qi Jian spoke suddenly.

"I think choosing a date is worse than bumping into it. How about this weekend?" Qi Jian offered to propose.

Qi Cheng put down the chopsticks in his hand, tilted his head and asked, "How about what?"

"Damn." Qi Jian stood in front of the wine table very generously, "This weekend, just hold the engagement ceremony for your Miss An."

Qi Cheng crossed his legs, lit a cigarette with his fingertips, and slowly took a puff. Amid the misty smoke, Qi Cheng slowly said: "I don't want to marry."