Born to be pregnant

Chapter 242 Misplaced Life

Han Wenqing, as the director of the Capital Audit Bureau, is famous for his swift action and careful thought.

Although relying on the blessing of the Han family, a woman can achieve her current status without two brushes.

Amazing means and outstanding abilities are one of the necessary conditions for her to survive in this position.

Peng Yuan is actually very afraid of people like Han Wenqing. She thinks that Han Wenqing has sharp eyes and deep thoughts, and many things cannot escape her eyes. So for so many years, she has tried to avoid the Han family and never thought of looking for them. Thoughts, but some things seem to be unable to escape.

When they met in the morgue of the hospital that day, Peng Yuan felt that something was wrong with the way Han Wenqing looked at her, so she did not appear at Han Jingyu's memorial service afterwards, and of course, her identity did not allow her to appear.

So she is sick.Some are uncomfortable and cannot be themselves.

But now, Han Wenqing came to the door, and Peng Yuan seemed to have a faint premonition in her heart.

She got up. After being in bed for such a long time, she finally got up after receiving the servant's notification. She changed into a set of clean plain clothes, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and looked at herself in the mirror. She put on a light makeup, put on a pearl necklace, and neatly coiled her hair, which covered up a lot of emotions, but the sadness in her eyes seemed impossible to hide, and she didn't bother to hide it, so she went downstairs, He ordered someone to invite Han Wenqing in.

Han Wenqing had been waiting at the gate of the courtyard for nearly 10 minutes. In these years of official career, few people made her wait. Even the mayor had to be courteous when he saw her.

This Peng Yuan is not small.

She saw the flashing figure in the corner of the wall just now, and she felt a little weird in her heart, but she didn't go forward to investigate further. She is very accurate in seeing people and has a vicious eye. Many people in the capital's system call her Miss Han behind her back. Of course, I know that this is not a good name, but due to the influence of the Han family and her official position, no one dares to say it in person.But there is no impenetrable wall in this world, she knows what she should know and what she should not know.

Just open your eyes and close your eyes and live in peace.I don't want to spend time and energy on people and things that are not worth her wasting.

As a child of high-ranking cadres, Han Wenqing received the most orthodox and strictest education since she was a child. She is the one who really stands at the top of the pyramid.

The glory that her father brought to her was doomed from the moment she was born. This glory can be enjoyed by every descendant of the Han family.Although Han Wenxuan is in business, he is also a typical red enterprise, which is inseparable from the authority of their Han family.

Every member of the Han family will make unremitting efforts to protect the glory of the family. Their marriage and work can be said to be bargaining chips for their rights.

In her heart, she was deeply proud of her class, and that innate sense of superiority had been imprinted in her bones since she was a child, and of course every member of the Han family was included.

They are proud of that status.

Every marriage of theirs needs to be well-matched to consolidate their core position.But a superior life will inevitably breed arrogance and corruption. Thinking of Han Xiaduo and Han Jingyu, Han Wenqing's expression turned serious. The Han family still has a few men who have entered important departments according to their preset life trajectory. As for Han Xiaduo, for Fu Shaoqian, The series of ridiculous behaviors she made, back then, she was willing to help Han Xiaduo because she felt it was necessary, but today, she feels a little stupid. Han Xiaduo inherited the shortcomings of Han Wenxuan and Hu Yalan, but did not inherit what she should have. Wisdom and tolerance, as for Han Jingyu's personality...

Without top-notch ability, without outstanding talent, Han Zhijing and Xu Yining, one is full of talent, the other is from a famous family, if there are any shortcomings in the two of them, they should never be so arrogant...

She never doubted it before because there was nothing to doubt, but now, the appearance of Peng Yuan and Tang Mowan made everything confusing.

Perhaps, she is the only one who has a keen insight into the opportunity. Of course, this matter may not affect the overall situation. However, with her serious personality, she will not be reconciled if she does not check everything out.

Another point is that between Xu Yining and Peng Yuan, she is naturally more inclined to Xu Yining who is beautiful and intelligent.

The nanny opened the door for Han Wenqing and invited her into the room.

Han Wenqing smiled lightly, showing a sense of aloofness and indifference. This woman who holds a lot of power and is used to mediating among powers is born with a sense of arrogance.

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The sun was setting, and the dim afterglow slanted over the woman sitting on the sofa with a plain shawl.

The shadows between the cabinets overlapped with static sketches, swinging back and forth on their hearts.

Seeing Peng Yuan, Han Wenqing quickly noticed the slight sadness that she was trying to restrain but still couldn't hide. She didn't speak, just quietly looking at Peng Yuan who was sitting on the sofa.

Her eyes were very sharp, but Peng Yuan just sat there, staring at her quietly, accepting her scrutiny calmly, after a long while, she slowly stood up, called someone, served Han Wenqing tea, She takes a seat.

Han Wenqing sat down on the single sofa opposite Peng Yuan. Facing this beautifully decorated house for ordinary people, her expression was extremely calm and light.

Peng Yuan was not in the mood to play charades with her, and she was indeed in a bad state, so she just wanted to make a quick decision: "Director Han, I don't know when, please come and visit me."

The nanny brought tea, which was the high-quality Biluochun. Han Wenqing smelled it, but did not answer her question, but said: "The tea is really good. I heard that Mrs. Fu sent a lot of betrothal gifts. This is one of them." Bar."

Even Han Wenqing rarely gets the best Biluochun, let alone Peng Yuan and the others.

Listening to her words, Peng Yuan's heart trembled slightly, but she acted calmly: "So what if you are, so what if you are not."

"If it's true, it's because of the glory of the last night and the love of the Fu family."

Peng Yuan remained silent, not sure why Han Wenqing was here, so she simply fell silent.

Han Wenqing dragged the lid of the cup, took a sip of tea slowly, then put down the cup and said, "I'm here, I want to know something."

Peng Yuan raised her eyebrows almost invisibly, but her fingers clenched the sofa towel at hand, but her face was still calm and calm: "What's the matter, Director Han."

Han Wenqing twitched the corner of his mouth, and a secret sneer appeared in his eyes: "I want to know why you are sad these days."

Suppressing the fear in her heart, Peng Yuan's face turned cold, and her eyes became darker: "Director Han, am I in a good mood? Is it sad? It has nothing to do with you. You came here from the capital all the way. , just to care about me?"

Peng Yuan picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip.

Han Wenqing smiled lightly, as if he had seen everything clearly, picked up his teacup again, and took a sip of tea: "Since you said that, let me ask you another way, Mrs. Tang, let me ask you, who is this mourning for?"

Hearing this, Peng Yuan's complexion changed immediately, her breathing was slightly rapid, and her fingers clenched the sofa towel even tighter, but, facing Han Wenqing's sharp eyes, she slowly calmed down: "Director Han, I don't understand. What do you mean by that, if you just come to visit me, thank you for your concern, if I have nothing to do, I have to go upstairs to rest, it's not convenient to see you off, feel free."

Peng Yuan got up and walked towards the stairs weakly.

Staring at the teacup left in front of him, Han Wenqing waited for her to go upstairs calmly, then packed the teacup in a thin plastic bag, and snorted slightly, with her inherent pride and paranoia, although Peng Yuan His expression had already told her everything, but she still wanted to verify it and use evidence to prove her guess.

When Peng Yuan returned to the room, her whole body was shaking.

What exactly is Han Wenqing going to do next?

She felt terribly cold.

If that matter is uncovered, what will be waiting for her? Han Jingyu is dead, will the Han family show mercy to her?
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Outside the gate, Fu Shaoqian's car had just stopped when Tang Mowan unbuckled his seat belt and jumped out of the car, and saw Han Wenqing's powerful figure appearing in front of them.

Why is Han Wenqing here?This thought made Tang Mowan stop in his tracks, and immediately hesitated.

Fu Shaoqian walked up to Tang Mowan's side and didn't speak, but the meaning of the defense was already obvious.

They never had a good impression of Han Wenqing.

And Han Wenqing over there, looking at the figures of Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan standing quietly beside each other, felt a little hard to speak for a while.

Looking back at the past, she was so proud, of course she would not bow her head, but this Tang Mowan...she sighed softly, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then walked past them.

As soon as Han Wenqing left, Tang Zhenyuan came back from the outside. He bought a la carte, wearing a loose and casual polo shirt, a pair of brown casual trousers, and carrying a vegetable basket. He looked like a retired worker, living a comfortable and comfortable life. Easy life.

Seeing Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan, Tang Zhenyuan greeted happily: "Shaoqian, Wanwan, you are here, come in quickly."

Tang Mowan nodded, and found a topic to exchange greetings: "Uncle Tang, why do you go shopping by yourself?"

Tang Zhenyuan chuckled: "When you are old, you should be more active. Your mother has been bedridden for several days. I thought about buying some bone soup for her to replenish. It's not too far away. Just walk and exercise."

Tang Mowan was very touched when she heard this. If it is said that Peng Yuan met unkind people in the first half of her life, then she was lucky to meet Tang Zhenyuan in the second half of her life: "Well, I will help you." She reached out to help, but was caught Tang Zhenyuan stopped, "No, it's rare to go home to eat, go and sit down, I'll let my aunt do the kitchen, if you have time, go upstairs to see your mother."

In the living room, there was no sign of Peng Yuan.

The nanny said that the lady had come down, but went upstairs to rest again.

Tang Mowan thought about it, and went upstairs alone.

It's been a long time since I've been here, and the corridor has become a little strange. Looking at the oil painting hanging in front of the slow-walking platform, she feels that this place seems to be her past, and there is an erratic sadness.

Standing in front of Peng Yuan's bedroom door, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. There was a dead silence inside, and no one responded.

It was a bit difficult, but Tang Mowan pursed his lips and said, "Mom."

Peng Yuan still didn't respond, and Tang Mowan was a little hurt. Thinking of her sadness about Han Jingyu, she felt even more resentful, so she raised her hand and knocked on the door twice: "Mom, can you open the door? Can you talk about why we are even more mother and daughter than strangers, don't you think you care more about a stranger like Han Jingyu than I do?"

The response to her was still dead silence.

An absurd and weird thought suddenly flashed from her mind, and it was just a flash, but she firmly grasped it: "Mom, why do I feel that Han Jingyu is your daughter? Back then you didn't know Let me switch the two of you."

Still, no reply.

She just said casually to vent her inner dissatisfaction. Although she was heartbroken, she was not that sad. There is nothing worse than death: "Forget it, then you have a good rest, I will go first."

She came downstairs and said to Fu Shaoqian, "Let's go."

Her face was unhappy, and Fu Shaoqian had already guessed the result.

Tang Zhenyuan left them to finish their meal. Tang Mowan shook his head: "No, Uncle Tang, please take care of her. I'm not welcome, so it's better not to show up. Let's go first, take care."

No matter how Tang Zhenyuan persuaded him, Tang Mowan still left.

She was sitting in the car, her face was a little ugly, her fingers were tightly clenched, as if she was screaming at herself.

The car shuttled through the blurred neon lights of the night, and the roads in the urban area were grotesque and bustling. She sniffed, with a strong nasal voice mixed with uncontrollable loss. The car happened to pass by a newly opened bar, and she suddenly yelled: " parking!"

The car in the cold night slowly parked beside the green belt on the side of the road. She looked at the sign that was shining with blue light in the dim light of night, and then glanced sideways at him. The man in the darkness had a three-dimensional face. Bright, clear and mature eyebrows, white shirt and black suit, so tall and tall, and those dark and deep eyes are fixed on her jade-like face.

Before she could speak, he had already unbuckled his seat belt: "Oh, I suddenly want to drink some wine, how about going for a drink."

Her black eyeballs rolled around, with a little hesitation: "But you still have to drive later."

There was deep affection in his eyes that only she could see: "It doesn't matter, I'll find someone to come and drive away."

Fu Shaoqian undoubtedly indulged her.

This bar has just opened for business, there are not many customers inside, and the music in the bar is not deafeningly noisy, but soothing light music, but the people under the laser light are a little dazzled, it took Tang Mowan a while to get used to it.

They found a quiet corner and sat down. The waiter came up and asked them what they would like to drink. Fu Shaoqian signaled Tang Mo to be late. She ordered a glass of blues. Later, she felt bored and asked Fu Shaoqian, "Can you open a bottle of wine?"

Fu Shaoqian signaled her to be casual, and she grinned: "Anything to introduce?"

As soon as the waiter came in, Fu Shaoqian had already guessed his extraordinary worth from his extraordinary aura: "The best wine here is 1992 Mingying, it is..."

"Okay." Tang Mowan closed the list with a snap, "Then just open a bottle, no need to introduce."

The waiter smiled and left.

Tang Mowan and Fu Shaoqian sat quietly, she saw his tall and straight figure hidden in a dark corner, his figure was not obvious, but there were still many passing women lingering on him, she looked at him As he spoke, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he leaned back on the sofa with a relaxed expression.

"What are you laughing at?" He was playing with a pure gold keychain, and the voice from the darkness was lazy and charming.

"Think about the time we met at the bar."

He raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

gay bar.She took Wang Zhiyuan to treat her illness, while he "sacrificed his appearance" to negotiate business with people there.

Seeing him being eaten tofu, she was so impulsive and couldn't help it.

Fu Shaoqian seemed to have also remembered the situation that day, and naturally he also remembered her domineering, arrogant and willful, her love did not know where it started, and it continued to deepen.

Perhaps from the moment they met, fate has arranged all the follow-up for them.

The Songhawk that had been driven came up.

Tang Mowan filled two transparent wine glasses, pushed one in front of him, then picked up the other and clinked with him: "Cheers."

There was no reason, and no reason was needed. She raised her neck and drank it all in one gulp. The hotness that penetrated her heart burned all the way from her throat to her stomach. The hotness was like a raging fire, and it scorched her heart.

She spoke quickly and drank three glasses in a row, while he took a few sips slowly, like an elegant and sharp leopard hiding in the dark, watching her sad, self-exiled, distressed, but powerless .

She drinks very lightly, three drinks of Mingying's strong wine are enough to knock her down.

She leaned on the sofa, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and the fragility on her face made people feel distressed. It wasn't until she tightened her brows and was so dizzy that she couldn't help herself that Fu Shaoqian got up and walked towards that person.

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capital.

It was nine o'clock at night.

In the villa in the western suburbs, the sky was dark and dark, with no stars.

After Han Wenqing left Peng Yuan's house, he came back by the fastest flight.

She is an actionist, and she doesn't need to stay any longer when she gets the answer.

Recently, because of Han Jingyu's incident, the family has been surrounded by a low pressure. Han Xiaduo still insists on staying in City A. Han Wenxuan and Hu Yalan are already quite angry. In addition to Han Jingyu's unexpected death, Han Xiaduo has been ordered to return to Beijing immediately, but she has not yet return.

As for Han Zhijing and Xu Yining, especially Xu Yining, the blow of Han Jingyu's death can be imagined.She fell down and suspended all the work she was doing. In the dead of night, she could still hear the faint and suppressed crying from a certain room in the villa.

Han Zhijing also let go of everything and stayed by Xu Yining's side, but the time that slipped away quietly, the fresh life that had passed away, the wound in their hearts that would never heal...

It's exactly ten o'clock.

The cell phone in her hand rang, and it came from a research institution in the capital.

She picked it up and heard the person over there say, "Hey, Director Han, the result you want has been sent to your fax, please take a look."

"It's troublesome, you have to work overtime overnight."

"Sure, then hang up first."

"it is good."

After the call ended, the fax machine turned on next to it had already started to operate by itself.

It would be a lie to say that she was neither excited nor apprehensive. Although she was also a woman who was used to seeing turbulent waves, she still shuddered at the thought of such a result.

As the snow-white A4 paper was printed bit by bit, the content reviewed overnight was spread out in front of her step by step, and all the mysteries in her heart were solved step by step.

A dislocation life of more than 20 years, what kind of conspiracy is this!
Peng Yuan, Peng Yuan, you are so bold!

(End of this chapter)