The exclusive rich family's shock marriage

Chapter 228 The Way to Get Along (3)
When Xiao Xiao heard this, she immediately felt that she was indeed a fellow, and hit the nail on the head. She had always felt that Zhan Rong was different from Ye Fusang. After hearing what Mi Yangyang said, it was indeed the case. Maybe the relationship between the two was not.

To put it bluntly, the colleagues in the company felt that Ye Fusang was very unconvinced when she became a director at their age. When she was extreme, she would never look at the grades, and would always find various reasons and excuses to explain the origin of those grades. No matter what, she would never admit that it was her ability, and at the same time, she couldn't find any other outlets to vent, so she could only rely on imagining things to satisfy her dissatisfaction.

Ye Fusang didn't hear it, even if she heard it, she probably wouldn't react, no matter how unconvinced they couldn't help it, how could she be lucky and others couldn't?

She is very punctual when she gets home from get off work. In the past, she was always the first one. There are very few people who are earlier than her. The position of the design department is at the forefront, so she is always the first one after get off work. Almost no one sees Ye The picture of Fusang getting into the car, even if she saw the car waiting outside, she would not think about her, but she was bumped into by someone today. She has a big belly now, and she walks carefully, a little slower, just right when getting into the car Just be seen.

The car is indeed a good car. Other colleagues who have cars at home know that the car is Peugeot, but the driver is not so good. He is old, has a dark face, and has a long poker face. Ye Fusang's boyfriend, after all, she admitted that she has a boyfriend, but no one else has seen it, this car has come to pick her up, it must be her partner.

After watching it, everyone suddenly felt balanced. Director Ye is so beautiful, and the person he was looking for looked really good, but he couldn't even look at it.

Ye Fusang sneezed twice in the car, afraid that he might catch a cold, so he quickly said to driver Zhao: "Uncle Zhao, is the air conditioner on?"

"Go," Driver Zhao said hurriedly. He was more nervous than Ye Fusang. When she went to work, no one was allowed to say anything about not allowing her to go to work. This matter was over. Naturally, it was rare for Tang Xiao not to tell Ye Fusang about it, mainly because she was afraid that she would get angry.

When people arrived at home, Tang Xiao was not there. She was bored by herself, so she sat in front of the workbench and drew a picture. She accidentally saw a corner of a painting and sprayed a few drops of color. She reached out and took a look, and found that it was painted by herself a long time ago. She laid the painting flat, adjusted the color to cover the few drops of spray paint, then involuntarily glanced at the person in the painting, reached out to stroke the figure of the person in the painting, and put her hand back to the original place.

She held the pen, looked at the blank paper in front of her, and stared at it, but she couldn't write the pen anyway, and the feeling of wanting to draw just now disappeared.

Shensi was in a trance, and suddenly a voice in her head asked her gently: "Fusang, didn't you say you want to paint? Why don't you paint?"

The pen in Ye Fusang's hand fell onto the paper all of a sudden, she regained her senses, stood up and stroked her heart twice, laughing at herself, why did she suddenly think of him?

Suddenly she didn't want to do anything, she walked to the bed, leaned against the head of the bed and half lay down, the aunt outside the door called her over to drink some soup, Ye Fusang said casually: "Auntie, bring it in for me, I don't want to move. "

Thanks to the Tang family's blessing, what she enjoyed seemed to be material conditions that ordinary people could not enjoy.

The aunt helped her bring the soup in: "Miss Ye, it's still a little hot, I'll put it here first, and drink it later."

Ye Fusang nodded, and sat on the bed in a daze.

I suddenly thought of him, and I didn't know what happened, maybe it was because of Tang Xiao's relationship, the contrast was too strong, which made her miss his gentleness.It seems a little unreasonable to be obsessed with it even though it has already been let go.

Ye Fusang laughed at himself, stretched out his hand to touch his slightly swollen belly, and said to himself, "Sure enough, the pregnant woman is so thoughtful and sentimental..."

The doorbell remembered from outside that it must be Tang Xiao who came back. Sure enough, after a while, Tang Xiao ran in while taking off his coat: "Sang Sang, I'm back."

She nodded: "Yes." Then asked: "Is the work going well?"

Tang Zou made a V sign, "It's super smooth, but my boss is too warm to me, and I always get goosebumps."

Ye Fusang was speechless: "Is this a bad thing?"

Tang Zou shook his head: "No, it's too nasty. I don't even let me change the bucket of water, saying that I'm afraid I'll be tired and can't stand it."

Ye Fusang was puzzled: "How come? Do you know who you are?"

Tang Zou said, "I already knew it." Turning around, he saw a bowl of soup on the table, and he was about to drink it, and when it was brought to his mouth, he remembered to ask, "Sangsang, it's for you, right? To smooth things over for what I was about to drink just now, "I'll try to see if it's hot," took a sip, and smacked his lips: "It's still a little hot, I'll drink it later."

Ye Fusang glanced at him, but didn't expose it. Tang Xiao ran over and lay down at Ye Fusang's feet, supported his body and moved up, put his ears on her belly, and said, "Let me hear my son what are you doing……"

Ye Fusang pushed him unbearably: "Don't touch it, I don't feel anything now, you can't hear it."

Tang Xiao had to listen, put his ear on her belly, and said, "Son, are you pooping? Why is it all 'gurgling'?"

Ye Fusang stretched out his hand to hit him: "You can do it, what are you talking about, that's the sound from my stomach."

Tang Zou smiled flatteringly at her: "Sangsang, will you be able to give birth after the Chinese New Year?"

Ye Fusang nodded: "Anyway, it's the next year, and the doctor said that the expected date of delivery is not necessarily the date of birth, but it's just a reference date, some were born early, and some were born late."

Ye Fusang rubbed his waist and said, "It's a little sore, this cushion is uncomfortable." Looking at him, "Tang Xiao, can you let me lean on it for a while?"

Tang Zou was afraid that he was useless to her, so why not, he nodded immediately: "Okay."

So this human pillow has become long-term. Tang Xiao has a self, that is, even if his hand is about to break, he can still play his role steadily, and he can be relied on all night without moving , and it can continue, no gentle man can do this, his perseverance is indeed not comparable to ordinary people.

During the Spring Festival, Ye Fusang did not go home for the first time to celebrate the New Year, but bought a lot of things for Ye Qingtong to take back.

Tang Xiao bought it with her, and he carried all the things. Ye Qingtong finally noticed that Ye Fusang's figure had changed. After all, his stomach was obvious. He was not a fool. Is that so?
Ye Qingtong asked tentatively: "Sister, are you...are you pregnant?"

Ye Fusang glanced at him and nodded: "Yes."

(End of this chapter)