I'm pregnant with the richest man's heir due to the birth control pill

noon.

Yan Feifei and her colleagues came back from lunch and passed by the front desk. They found a bouquet of fiery red roses, which was particularly dazzling. There were 99 of them by visual inspection.

The goal was too big. Yan Feifei dragged her colleagues to the front desk and asked, "Which department is this from?"

The receptionist knew Yan Feifei and knew that she was the daughter of the Yan Group. She always came to Yan Na when she was not working at the Yan Group. She showed a standard smile and said, "It's for Mr. Feng."

"Mr. Feng... Mr. Feng? Are you kidding me?"

Yan Feifei seemed to have heard something incredible. She was so shocked that she didn't know what to say. She just stood at the front desk numbly, motionless, looking at the roses in front of her.

My brother has a love rival?

So my brother came to see Mr. Feng in the morning. Mr. Feng rejected his brother, and turned around and his mysterious boyfriend sent roses to declare his sovereignty.

It's too bad for my brother. Thanks to her and her mother, she prepared a whole set of scripts, but they were all in vain.

In just a few minutes, Yan Feifei had already imagined a painful drama in her mind.

The title of the play is about a thousand-year-old bachelor who suddenly realizes his love but is rejected, and then his real boyfriend beats the thousand-year-old bachelor.

Sad.

"What are you doing? Why are you so surprised that Mr. Feng has a boyfriend? Isn't it normal for someone of Mr. Feng's age to have a boyfriend? He's good-looking and excellent. Who doesn't like him?"

"Oh, I don't understand." Her brother is going to continue being a bachelor. The matter is a bit big and hard to explain.

"Let me help you bring it up to Mr. Feng. I'll be there just in time." Yan Feifei said she wanted to take it up. The front desk would definitely not stop her and she agreed immediately.

The flower was too big and a bit heavy. A colleague and Yan Feifei carried it into the elevator. When the elevator door closed, Yan Feifei motioned to her colleague to put the flower on the ground. There was no need to hold the "Cheng Yaojin" thing all the time, so she drew a card. Look, I saw it said: Hello girlfriend, I am your boyfriend.

Yan Feifei: "..." Why does this person look stupider than her brother? Is there anyone who writes cards like this?

It shouldn’t be a day to love you or I miss you.

It seems that Mr. Feng’s vision is not very good either.

The colleague saw that she was sighing since seeing the flowers, and guessed, "How did you make it seem like the person who gave the flowers was your love rival? You couldn't be..."

"What are you thinking about? Sister, I'm straight. I like men, or handsome guys." I just don't want to get married. Not getting married does not conflict with liking handsome guys.

The colleague was dubious, "You really don't like Mr. Feng?"

"Really." I just felt sorry for my brother. The wooden brother was so useless and someone else got there first.

The two of them worked together to deliver the flowers to Feng Xiaoni's office. Everyone at the workstation looked over with a look in their eyes, full of questions. Yan Feifei didn't want to continue answering such sad questions, so a colleague kindly opened the door for her.

The two carried the flowers in, and the other left directly, leaving Yan Feifei alone in the office. She glanced at Feng Xiaoni who was in the office and said, "Mr. Feng, the flowers your boyfriend gave you, I put them here for you."

Hearing this, Feng Xiaoni raised her eyes and took a look. A huge bouquet came into view, which made her a little surprised, "I'm sure it's not the wrong one."

Yan Feifei picked up the card and handed it to Feng Xiaoni, "No, it has your name written on it."

When Feng Xiaoni saw the introduction on the card, she subconsciously smiled. The way she wrote these words in her mind was quite romantic, "Thank you, please go out."

Seeing this, Yan Feifei was already clear and could 100% conclude that Feng always had a boyfriend. She turned around in depression, walked out of the office, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to her brother. Although her brother was a bachelor, the Yan family was considered a bachelor. I will never do anything to pry a corner in my life.

Too low grade.

In order not to hurt her brother, Yan Feifei looked for the right words: Brother, are you okay?

Yan Zhun had a day off today and stayed in the consulting room. This bouquet of flowers was also Xiang Ke's advice to him, saying that it was the first day together to have a sense of ceremony and not make people feel stingy, but Xiang Ke didn't know that the other person was Feng Xiaoni.

Yan Zhun was in a good mood and had no time to reply to her sister's message. At this moment, she was replying to her enthusiastic girlfriend: Just like it, I will send it to you tomorrow.

Feng Xiaoni didn't want to be so high-profile. This flower was so big. If one bouquet a day filled the entire office, the impact would be bad: No, this can be kept for several days.

Yan Zhun was not polite and replied directly: That's okay, you can tell me if you need it.

Feng Xiaoni looked at the message and felt funny: Well, I'll work first.

Yan Zhun: Okay, girlfriend.

After reading the last message, Feng Xiaoni smiled again, but did not reply. She really felt that Yan Zhun was not as mature as she appeared, and was still cute and innocent in her heart.

Exiting the chat interface with Feng Xiaoni, Yan Zhun replied to his sister: What's wrong with me? Do you hope that I won't? Can you hope for me all day long?

After receiving the message, Yan Feifei felt that Yan Zhun was ill. She asked kindly but was criticized: You deserve to be single.

Yan Zhun looked at the word "single" on the screen. It was no longer so dazzling, and he replied happily from the bottom of his heart: I do.

Yan Feifei was so angry that she didn't even plan to tell her brother the truth and cursed secretly in her heart.

night.

Yan's mother ate too much and took a slow walk in the community to eat. She walked around the community several times. During this period, she met several rich ladies. The content of the conversation was asking Yan Zhun when to get married, which daughter she was looking for, and showing off her grandson. , granddaughter’s.

Yan's mother could only think secretly in her heart. She didn't read the almanac when she went out, but she still looked generous and decent and maintained the courtesy she should have. "We just like to save lives and heal the wounded, and always put our career first. My girlfriend is Things depend on fate, we definitely don’t like marriage, we like to find it ourselves.”

"What's wrong with the daughter of a wealthy family? What's wrong with the girl from an ordinary family? When looking for a wife, character is the first priority. Look at the daughter-in-law that Mrs. Huang found. She is a real daughter. She is the daughter of an oil tycoon. Isn't it also three days old? After two days of quarreling, you are busy, right? Mrs. Huang."

Mrs. Huang next to her was speechless by these words. She was the one who wanted her son to find someone who matched his family, but she found someone who was arrogant, domineering, and pampered.

A rich lady said: "You are so strict. How do you think that if your family has such a big industry, you have to become a doctor?"

Yan's mother answered with a meaningful smile, "It's convenient. For example, Mrs. Lin, if you get sick in the future, just call me directly, and we will definitely help make arrangements."

The rich lady wanted to scold her, but she couldn't say anything when she saw Yan's mother's sincere eyes. She seemed like she really wanted to help.

In the end, they parted without a few words, and several rich ladies left without interest, leaving Yan's mother wandering around the community alone, muttering to herself, "This sample can't cure you, you live by the seaside." , we can’t find a girlfriend, can you take care of it? Your husband can’t even take care of his mistress, so you come to take care of our family’s affairs, it’s so free.”

In the distance, a man is holding a woman, as if they are making out. From the perspective of Yan's mother, the woman is well protected and surrounded by her body. A black coat wraps her body, and you can't even see what the girl is wearing. What, all I can see is a pair of nude high-heeled boots.

Looking up, the man's slender figure covered the woman's face. No matter how good her eyesight was, Yan Murao couldn't see clearly, and the man's back was turned to her. She looked at this scene with envy, "Hey, what if It would be great if our little one can take the initiative like this, maybe there will be grandsons and granddaughters as well."

"Today's young people are really like, why don't you just go in when everything is delivered to your door? You have to kiss goodbye at the door. Maybe they are afraid of going into the house and setting off a gunfire. They are quite abiding by the rules."

After walking for a while, Yan's mother turned around and looked curiously, "Hey, being young is great. You can kiss her as much as you want."

In the courtyard of a villa, the door was open. The woman was pressed against the wall. The man was close to her body, holding her waist with one hand and supporting her head with the other. The two looked at each other breathlessly.

Five minutes ago, Feng Xiaoni got off work early. As soon as she got off the car, she was pushed into the corner by Yan Zhun behind her. Then there was an unexpected kiss, which almost suffocated her. From the kissing skills, it can be seen that Yan Zhun was jerky.

Feng Xiaoni subconsciously tightened the coat on Yan Zhun's chest with her hands. The coat was open, and when the sides were pulled, it turned into a protective umbrella, completely covering her figure.

There was a blush on his ears and cheeks, and there were still water stains on his lips. He didn't know who it belonged to. Yan Zhun lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms. His ears were also crimson, and a feeling of heat rushed into his brain. Sitting in the office all afternoon, all I could think about was the light kiss with Feng Xiaoni.

After asking Feng Xiaoni about her off-duty time, he waited at the door of the yard, and when Feng Xiaoni entered the yard, she followed him in.

Panting, her voice a little hoarse, she said bluntly: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back. I've been thinking about it all afternoon and I think the kiss in the morning was too shallow."

Feng Xiaoni raised her head sharply, wanting to see how he could say such straightforward words. She was stunned for a moment, only to see a man speaking seriously, as if he was speaking his heart normally.

There was nothing wrong with his face at all, and he couldn't be more honest.

Feng Xiaoni smiled, laughing at his honesty and his cuteness, "Have you always been so honest?"

Yan Zhun was a little panicked, thinking that she didn't like his honesty, "I won't lie. If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, I will try to change it, but I can't lie."

I don’t like it either, otherwise I wouldn’t be dealing with organs.

Seeing panic on his face, she moved her hand down and squeezed his hand, "It's good. I don't like men who lie either."

Hearing this, Yan Zhun smiled and hugged Feng Xiaoni tightly. He didn't say anything about going in and sitting down, just like he was very disciplined. In his heart, he wanted to go in and see Feng Xiaoni's living environment, but he was afraid of being there on the first day. It's too abrupt to put forward such a condition at the same time.

Finally, I held back and planned to wait a little longer before going in.

There will be no need to come out then, Yan Zhun said to Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.

feeling good.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist from the corner of his eye and realized that it was already getting late. He knew that Feng Xiaoni was working hard and would not let her go. He could not hold her outside all night. "Go in and see you tomorrow morning."

Feng Xiaoni felt that Yan Zhun was really measured, so she smiled slightly and said goodbye, "Bye, see you tomorrow morning."

Both of them were reluctant to say goodbye, but Feng Xiaoni also maintained her reserve and did not invite Yan Zhun in. The door was closed only in slow motion until there was only a gap between the door and the door frame, and Yan Zhun's face could not be seen clearly. Close gently.

Yan Zhun did not leave immediately. He stopped for a while before turning around and leaving. He carefully closed the door of Feng Xiaoni's yard, took a look at the villa he wanted to enter, and finally walked to his own villa.

On the way, Yan Zhun was filled with joy. He stretched out his hand to touch his lips, as if there was still the residual warmth of Feng Xiaoni on them. His heart was pounding and he walked briskly.