On the wedding day, she married her ex-boyfriend's brother while pregnant

Chapter 149 1 assist

Uncle Song turned on the speakerphone and deliberately started chatting in the corridor outside the study door.

"Lao Jiang, how are you doing recently? What are you busy with now?"

Lao Jiang on the other side said, "Very good, I'm sorting things for a group of young people, how come you have time to call me? Isn't the master busy?"

Uncle Song glanced at the study room which was still lit late at night and replied, "I'm not busy, but the master is quite busy. He hasn't slept yet in the middle of the night and is sitting in the study room. Hey, if he continues like this, his body will not be able to bear it."

It's more than unbearable. If we continue like this, we'll probably die from overwork or something. Maybe we'll have to change our boss then.

So, you must tell this to Director An!

Uncle Song added a few words silently in his heart.

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Jiang seemed really busy and didn't listen carefully. He just said casually: "Then you should persuade Mr. to rest early."

"......Okay, I'll persuade her later. By the way, is Director An asleep? She is about the same age as my daughter and is pregnant. I haven't seen her for a while. I wonder how she is doing?"

Hearing the three words "Director An", the man in the study moved his throat, suddenly put the book down, leaned back in the swivel leather chair, and lit another cigarette.

The man was still in a suit, his handsome face gloomy, his deep eyes staring unconsciously into the void in front of him, as if he was waiting for something.

Outside the corridor, Uncle Song patted the non-existent dust on his pants. He took in the man's actions in the study from the corner of his eye and added another sentence.

"I remember you said last time that Director An was in a bad mood for a while. Is she feeling better now? Or is her mood getting worse?"

Uncle Song emphasized the words "my mood is getting worse and worse". Firstly, he wanted to tell the man in the study, and secondly, he was reminding Lao Jiang.

Old Jiang, you must say that Director An is in a very bad mood, otherwise his husband won’t be in a good mood if he doesn’t know that Director An is thinking about him.

"Oh!"

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Jiang seemed to have put down something heavy, and someone said thank you to him. Uncle Jiang said you're welcome, and only then did he have time to answer him.

"Are you asking Director An? She's fine. She was in a bad mood for the first few days and didn't eat much. Later, I figured out her appetite and she's pretty good."

Uncle Song held his forehead: "......"

Old Jiang, can we have a little more understanding?

But Lao Jiang obviously didn't have any tacit understanding with him. He felt it was not enough after he finished speaking, and added: "By the way, she took the initiative to order food from me recently. She said she liked the salt and pepper chicken wings I made, but they were too hot. I was afraid she couldn't stand it, so I only dared to make it once a week. Don't worry, Director An is fine."

"..." Uncle Song was almost yelling. Director An is a very good person, but Mr. An might not be.

This thought just flashed through my mind.

"Bang!" Sure enough, a sound neither light nor heavy was heard in the study.

Uncle Song looked back and saw the man holding a cigarette in his mouth. He picked up the laptop next to him with one hand, opened the screen and turned it on. The light from the computer shone on the man's handsome and indifferent profile, giving it a layer of coldness.

Suddenly I want to hang up the phone.

Uncle Song had a headache, but he also felt that with his husband's wealth and appearance, it would be impossible for Director An to not be tempted. What Old Jiang saw must be an illusion. As an adult, he would not easily let outsiders see his emotions.

Everything is fine with Director An during the day, but not necessarily at night.

Maybe Director An is also like you, unable to sleep late at night.

The more Uncle Song thought about it, the more he thought it was possible. Not giving up, he asked another question.

"That's good. Oh, by the way, it's so late. Is Director An asleep now? I remember my wife didn't sleep well during the second trimester. Her stomach became heavy. She must be feeling more uncomfortable than an ordinary pregnant woman with two children. Her sleep quality should not be as good as before, right?"

When it came to the last sentence, Uncle Song slowed down his tone, and he was almost about to tell Lao Jiang directly, you have to say that Director An didn’t sleep well!

On the other end of the phone, after Uncle Jiang helped a group of young people make their beds, he was thinking that he had to prepare night snacks for Director An later, so should he prepare some for everyone as well, to help them get rid of the greasy feeling of the big meal in the restaurant.

Hearing that Old Song on the other end of the phone was always concerned about Director An, he smiled without thinking.

"Are you asking about sleep? I'm pretty good. Director An is now..."

Uncle Jiang entered the small restaurant and looked out the window. He just happened to see two people strolling in the small garden outside. He reported truthfully.

"She is not asleep yet. She is walking in the garden now."

Uncle Song was surprised: "It's so late, and you're still taking a walk?"

In the study, the noble man's long fingers were tapping on the keyboard, and he stopped when he heard this.

Uncle Jiang held the phone between his neck and said as he worked, "Yes. A friend is coming today. Director An is in a good mood today."

"What friend?" Uncle Song asked, "Male or female?"

Uncle Jiang looked up at Chen Zheng outside: "He's a man. He's handsome, gentle, and clean. He has a good relationship with Director An."

As soon as these words were spoken, Uncle Song clearly felt the depressing aura behind the study. He could hardly ask any more questions, but he was also worried about his own master, so he had to bite the bullet and continue asking.

"How good is it?"

Director An wouldn't really find a stepfather for the young lady or young master, right?

"Uh." Uncle Jiang raised his eyes and described everything he saw in detail: "How serious is it? Now he is tying the straps of Director An's shawl. They look very intimate."

"..."

"I don't know what they said. He even tapped Director An's forehead with his finger."

"..."

"Director An even wrinkled his nose at him. Ah!" Uncle Jiang suddenly screamed.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Uncle Song was listening with fear in his heart. Suddenly, he heard Lao Jiang scream. He almost couldn't breathe!

Just imagining the scene that Lao Jiang just described, it looked like a real couple on a date. He even screamed like that. Could it be that Director An and that man had some restricted behavior?

Uncle Song was also panicking. He didn't even bother to care about his own husband. He held his breath and waited for Lao Jiang's answer.

"It's okay." Uncle Jiang's voice finally came.

Uncle Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to scold his friend for not breathing so hard when speaking. However, the next second, what Lao Jiang said almost frightened him to death.

"They were just kissing!"

"!!!!!!"

"But when I looked carefully, I realized I was mistaken. After he tied the shawl strap for Director An, Director An happened to look up and the two looked at each other for two seconds. Because of the angle, I made a mistake."

"Old Jiang! Can you please finish what you are saying at once? I will be scared to death by you sooner or later!" Uncle Song couldn't hold it in any longer and started to complain about his friend directly.

Uncle Jiang looked away, not knowing why: "What are you afraid of? But this is the first time I see Director An smile, it's really nice..."

Uncle Song finally came to his senses and looked back at the study.

The man sat upright on the bench behind the desk, his brows were firm, and the black suit made him look even more gloomy. The emotions in his brown eyes seemed unfathomable.

He had lit a cigarette in his hand without knowing when. He squinted his eyes and took a puff. The swirling smoke made his face even colder.

There seemed to be boiling anger swirling within him.

As soon as he saw the man's expression, he knew the situation was not serious. He quickly turned off the speakerphone, hung up the phone, and walked in fearfully with the phone in his hand.

He was speechless. He originally wanted to help, but he didn't expect that his good intentions would lead to more harm than good.

"gentlemen."

The man calmly finished the cigarette in his hand. When the anger boiling in his chest had subsided by half, he put out the cigarette butt, turned his head and looked at Uncle Song, his voice low and hoarse.

"Call and find out who lives in her house!"