A Surprise Pregnancy: Billionaire’s Secret Baby

After the two parties reached a consensus, the dining atmosphere could be much more relaxed and happy. Feng Beichen and Fang Nuofeng exchanged the latest business trends with each other enthusiastically, and Feng Zijin blindly asked Zhong Zhen's various developments about the children.

By the end of the meal, they said goodbye and left. It was already half past two.

"I don't know how efficient Fang Nuofeng is." Feng Beichen held the steering wheel, and glanced at Zhong Zhen by looking at the rear mirror. "I hope he will be able to make a home before you meet Fang Xinping tonight. The elders."

Zhong Zhen didn't say a word, just nodded and looked out the window.

The trouble is to solve one problem, but there are many more to come.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Feng Beichen didn't tease her anymore, silently drove the car back to the parking lot of Jueji Group headquarters building.

Without waiting for Feng Beichen to come and open the door for her, Zhong Zhen pushed aside to the ground, brushing past Feng Beichen who was walking towards her, "Thank you for sending me back."

Feng Beichen turned and followed her to the elevator entrance. She stood still and turned around and said, "President Feng, you are busy with official duties, so you don't need to send me upstairs."

One by one, she seemed to scream smoothly, and completely forgot what he told her to call Brother Chen!

Feng Beichen felt annoyed, but he stepped forward and took her shoulders and walked into the elevator arrogantly.

Zhong Zhen frowned. She didn't know what he wanted to make, but she kept her breath and took the elevator with him to her office area.

The assistant heard the wind and came out to greet the two of them, but Zhong Zhen shook him away.

Coming to the door of the president's office all the time, Zhong Zhen stood still, estranged and said politely, "I have a lot to do this afternoon, thank you, I won't send it." It means, you can go now. Not send.

Feng Beichen stood face to face with her, with the corners of his mouth slanted upwards, looking at her brightly, "I sent you back, but you didn't even reward me with Brother Juchen?"

Zhong Zhen looked at him with cool eyes, and it seemed that he didn't call him Chen Ge, the current drama will be endless and entangled!

"Brother Chen," isn't it just a compromise? She asked herself to be able to bend and stretch!

"This is my good wife!" Feng Beichen smiled with satisfaction, and wanted to kiss her when he came over.

Zhong Zhen had taken precautions early on, avoiding one side, and unscrewing the office door to enter, "This is the office, Brother Chen, please respect yourself."

Feng Beichen stared at the back of her head and raised his heels. "Who knows the relationship between us? Even if your subordinates see it, they will only envy you."

It seems that he is so idle, and in the busiest time of the office, there is such a leisurely sentiment to tease her!

In the next step, I saw Feng Beichen and Shi Shiran sitting on the reception sofa, taking out his laptop from the computer bag and putting it on the coffee table, putting on a posture that he would not be able to work here.

Zhong Zhen gritted his teeth, hehe, don't drive him away? Then she might as well offer her next trick, treat him as transparent air!

After making up his mind, Zhong Zhenmu sat back in the boss chair expressionlessly, took a deep breath, concentrated his attention and started processing the documents on hand.

Although he didn't look at it, Feng Beichen was always paying attention to her movement. Seeing that she didn't drive himself away again, he quickly reviewed the mail accumulated in the mailbox...

After more than an hour slipped by unconsciously, Feng Beichen tapped the send button on the keyboard, and finally cleared and responded most of the urgent mail. He breathed a sigh of relief, patted and twisted his a little stiff neck, and looked at the situation, still buried in pain. Dry Zhong Zhen.

At this time, Zhong Zhen was encountering a tricky copywriting, her brows were tightened, and she was concentrating **** corresponding strategies.

Suddenly, she pushed her own cup in front of her eyes, and she looked up at Feng Beichen who had come to the desk for some time.

"Let's rest, drink some water, and come." Feng Beichen's always cold voice was inexplicably tender.

"Yeah." Zhong Zhen replied with a single tone, took a sip of warm water from his cup, not to mention that the temperature was just right.

Holding back without looking at him, she drank all the water, put down the cup and planned to concentrate on the copywriting. Feng Beichen strode around to the boss chair and pressed her shoulders before she could react.

Zhong Zhen quickly tried to stop him, "Hey, no need, you--"

Feng Beichen didn't listen to her at all. He continued to press with his big hands and said in a low voice, "This is my exclusive service. No one has enjoyed it yet. Don't move. Just tell me whether the strength has passed. Too heavy."

Has this man taken the wrong medicine lately? To please her more and more, do you want to plot something with her? Zhong Zhen's mind was full of questions, and his body froze involuntarily.

"Relax, you are too tight." Feng Beichen felt her tension and continued to whisper.

Can she not be tight? He was so nervous, and he couldn't guess what his real intention was! Zhong Zhen turned his head in annoyance and said, "Stop making trouble, I still have to work—"

A well-knotted finger pressed against her lips, and Feng Beichen's handsome face was pressed down, "I'm not making trouble, I'm very serious to relieve the pressure on my wife."

The little heart was throbbing and violently uncontrollably, the handsome face of the man with extremely alluring charm, coupled with the familiar breath swept over him, Zhong Zhen felt that he was sinking little by little, almost unable to extricate himself.

Ok! It's just a little bit worse, the only trace of reason left to save her in time!

"Ahem!" Zhong Zhen cleared the inexplicably hoarse voice, calmly thinking, and suddenly leaned forward to pick up the internal landline microphone, her action was virtually out of Feng Beichen's control.

"It's me, send a cup of hot tea to Mr. Feng." Zhong Zhen told his assistant.

She has nothing to do, but the purpose is not to be alone with him.

Feng Beichen stood beside her, looked at her with a clear look, and did not say anything.

Zhong Zhen looked at the clock's time and said slowly, "It's almost five o'clock, why is there still no movement at Fang's side? Xin Ping didn't call me either."

"Let's go over there and sit there." Feng Beichen answered the question and took Zhong Zhen to the sofa to sit down.

The assistant knocked on the door, brought in two cups of hot tea, and then exited.

Feng Beichen's cell phone rang. It was Lu Jing's number. He picked it up, "Mom, what's the matter?"

"The children are looking for you." Lu Jing left her words and listened to her.

It was time for the children to leave school. Feng Beichen held his mobile phone and confessed to Zhong Zhen beside him, "Baby calling." He said that he was hands-free.

"Dad, we want to find mom." Feng Weiyue's crisp voice came.

"Dad, grandma will take us to our mother's house later, so come here when you get off work." Feng Tianyou made arrangements like an adult. "Dad, I will take care of them and wait until Mom and you come back from get off work." The nobleman said unwillingly, as the eldest brother, he always remembered his responsibilities.