Pregnancy test report from ex-boyfriend

5 It's Him

The house in the old city was dilapidated and cramped, with posters of Hong Kong stars from the 2000s on the walls, a thick layer of spider webs on the ceiling, and the living room was filled with all kinds of things, leaving only a few square meters of activity space. But this small corner of space has been Zhu Yiyi's only safe haven when she was overwhelmed since she was a child.

At this moment, she felt that this place was even more dull and depressing than outside.

Zhu Yiyi moved her lips, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from her throat: "Is it important?"

"Of course it's important."

Ms. Zhu took a deep breath and counted on her fingers to analyze the pros and cons with her: "What kind of man is He Shen? It's hard to find one. You said this yourself at the beginning. If this child is He Shen's, it would be best. I don't know why you broke up, but you have to compromise after having a child. There will always be quarrels when two people live together. Just talk it out. When the time comes, get a marriage certificate, you quit your job, and rest assured to take care of the baby at home."

Zhu Yiyi's eyes were stagnant after hearing this. She slowly turned around and looked at her mother. Her eyes were like an ignorant student seeing a difficult problem, confused and confused: "What do you mean you have to compromise after having a child?"

Because of pregnancy, you have to enter a disappointing marriage relationship; because of the child, you have to compromise and live with another man for the rest of your life.

Is that so?

Ms. Zhu couldn't understand what Zhu Yiyi was thinking. She was completely focused on the piece of meat in her belly. It was a little difficult to say, "If the child is not He Shen's..."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Just abort it."

In short, her daughter can't be criticized for being "pregnant before marriage".

Don't make the same mistake again.

Ms. Zhu is stubborn and can't change her decision after it's been finalized.

Zhu Yiyi has only two choices.

Either get married for the child.

Or abort the child for future marriage.

Get married, get married, get married.

This is the first time in 25 years that Zhu Yiyi is so disgusted by these two words.

She said "Let's talk about it later" with a cold face, walked into the room, and slammed the door with a "bang".

-

One night passed.

When I woke up again, it was already bright.

In the early morning after the autumn rain, the temperature dropped sharply, and the haze in the capital began to flood.

Zhu Yiyi wore a beige long skirt with a light yellow knitted cardigan and a leather backpack today, looking like a college student.

Ms. Zhu in the living room was already eating breakfast. She was still sulking because of what happened last night, and she deliberately bumped the bowls and chopsticks together heavily.

Zhu Yiyi drank half a bowl of porridge and was about to leave.

"You're eating so little, feed the cat!"

She turned a deaf ear to him, changed her shoes and walked out. When she closed the door, she vaguely heard Ms. Zhu sigh, "What should I do if I'm hungry after eating so little."

Zhu Yiyi certainly wouldn't let herself go hungry. After leaving the community, there was a roasted sweet potato stall on the street. The whole street was full of fragrance, and people were drooling.

Before high school, she lived in Xuanzhou, a small town in the south. Her grandparents were farmers. Every year in late autumn and early winter, they would go to the fields to dig sweet potatoes. The largest one was like a small basketball. At that time, rural people used stoves to cook. Grandma would steam a circle of sweet potato slices on the rice, while grandpa would roast sweet potatoes in the fire on the stove. The roasted sweet potatoes were fragrant, and the thin skin was torn off to reveal the golden tender meat.

Later, grandpa and grandma passed away, and Zhu Yiyi was admitted to a university in Beijing. Ms. Zhu bought the foundation of the old house in the countryside and used the money to buy a house in an old community in Beijing. After that, the mother and daughter settled in Beijing.

Every winter, when Zhu Yiyi smelled roasted sweet potatoes on the street, she would think of the two old people.

After she became pregnant, her appetite increased, so she bought two fragrant roasted sweet potatoes and ate them while walking.

The south of the city is an old community, and most of the people living here are workers, and there are very few office workers. Therefore, there are very few people commuting to and from get off work every day, and the subway regulations are also relaxed. Zhu Yiyi took the remaining half of the sweet potato into the subway and sat all the way to the company, just finished eating.

She smacked her lips, still unsatisfied, and planned to buy three tomorrow!

After exiting the subway, the smog outside was heavy. Zhu Yiyi put on a mask and walked a hundred meters to the company.

A black car suddenly stopped on the street.

Aston Martin, with a price of five million, is a mature and stable model that He Shen has always been keen on. And the license plate is also something Zhu Yiyi has seen before.

She frowned.

Unexpectedly, when the car window was lowered, it was another slightly frivolous face.

The man had shaved eyebrows and narrow eyes. Compared with He Shen's gentle and gentlemanly appearance, he was much more unruly and indulgent, a typical Beijing circle young man.

He was He Shen's childhood friend, and they had a deep friendship.

The second son of the Nan family, Nan Er.

Because of the homophony and his youngest age, people in the circle called him Nan Er.

Seeing her, Nan Er seemed very surprised: "Zhu Yiyi?"

When Zhu Yiyi was dating He Shen, she had met this Nan Er son a few times, and their relationship was average.

She was introverted, shy, and could not fit into their circle. And these young men in the upper class society looked down on ordinary girls like her, and privately they often discussed whether she was in love with He Shen for money or promotion. In the long run, they would just nod when they met.

Just like before, she nodded silently and was about to leave.

"Did you break up with He Shen?"

Zhu Yiyi paused: "Yes."

"What's the reason?"

"There's no need to tell Mr. Nan about what happened between He Shen and me." She turned around and said lightly, "You are childhood friends. If you have any questions, you can ask him directly."

Perhaps it was the first time that Nan Er saw Zhu Yiyi so "tough". He was stunned for a while, and his eyebrows raised slightly with a little more interest.

"You've been chasing He Shen for two years, and finally got him, but we broke up after only one year." He put his hand on the window sill and tilted his head, "Your so-called love is just like this."

The streets are busy and noisy.

The orange sunlight in the morning falls on the ground, and the dust in the air floats up and down.

Zhu Yiyi's eyes look into the distance and are a little out of focus. Her mouth opens and closes: "I hope you can also say this to your good brother."

She turned on the screen and saw that she was already late. She didn't delay any longer and walked away.

Nan Er lazily supported his forehead: "Are you playing some tricks to lure people into letting them get you?"

Zhu Yiyi stopped speechlessly.

Without waiting for her to speak, he smiled, half true and half false: "Okay, if you really have something to do in the future, just come to me, and don't deliberately approach He Shen."

-

Nan Er walked into Shi Shun Media with a refreshed spirit all the way, arrived at the top floor lounge, opened his legs and turned his phone around.

He Shen held the freshly ground coffee and glanced at him: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Contract."

The cooperation between the Nan family and Shi Shun Group in the new quarter requires signing a contract on time. Nan Er was free and brought the documents over.

He pointed to the table: "It's there."

He Shen put down the coffee, picked up the documents, and sat on the sofa next to him to read.

Suddenly heard: "I just ran into Zhu Yiyi downstairs of the company."

The hand flipping through the documents stopped.

He Shen opened his eyelids, glanced at it, and then lowered it nonchalantly: "What did you say?"

Nan Er saw that he reacted indifferently, which further confirmed his thoughts. He Shen probably didn't care much about Zhu Yiyi. He poured himself a cup of coffee, took a sip, found it bitter, and put it down angrily: "We just chatted for a few minutes."

"I told her to stop bothering you in the future."

He looked like he was waiting for praise: "How is it, brother, you are nice, smart?"

He Shen stared at him coldly.

Really, stupid as a pig.

He knocked the coffee heavily on the table, and said with a thud: "Master Nan, do you have anything else to do? If not, you can get out."

Nan Er was confused by his impolite attitude: "The cooperation has not been discussed yet."

"No time."

"Hello——"

He Shen didn't even look at him, and directly called the special assistant, "Send you out."

Nan Er: "..."

-

After the "Chao Luan" project was brought up, the entire publicity and planning department became busy.

Zhu Yiyi worked until eleven o'clock, stretched, and knocked on Ling Mai next to him with a bear cudgel, "Eat, eat."

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. I'm so hungry. Let's go!"

As the leading media company in Beijing, Shishun Media not only has a good salary, but also various benefits. Especially the employee cafeteria, which is decorated like a music restaurant, and the coffee shop reading room is fully equipped, and the daily menu is also rotated.

Zhu Yiyi and Ling Mai lined up at the window where they usually eat, and their eyes widened when they received the meal.

The ordinary meal was suddenly made with color, fragrance and taste, and it was also served with fruits to relieve greasiness. The most thoughtful thing was that each person had a cup of warm milk to nourish the stomach.

Ling Mai: "Is our company starting winter benefits in advance?"

Zhu Yiyi took a bite and her appetite was whetted.

Especially the glass of milk, which was a little sour, which was in line with her taste after pregnancy. She curled her eyes with satisfaction: "Maybe."

Ling Mai took a sip of milk, squinted her eyes because of the sourness, and put it aside, "It's so sour, if you don't know, you might think it's for taking care of pregnant women."

Zhu Yiyi almost spit out a mouthful of milk: "Puff——"

"Yiyi, what's wrong with you?"

She gulped down a few gulps of water, "I'm fine."

Ling Mai smiled: "Are you also shocked by the company's thoughtfulness!"

Zhu Yiyi smiled dryly.

Ling Mai glanced around and whispered: "Actually, I can guess why the company suddenly arranged these benefits."

"Why?"

"The art department recently parachuted in a director, but he is very capable, a postdoctoral fellow who returned from overseas, and he was previously an agent for a big brand's Asian branch. Think about it, how could such a popular person suddenly jump to our company?"

"The salary is high."

"Wrong!" Ling Mai said mysteriously, "It's because of our President He."

Zhu Yiyi paused chewing.

"I've inquired about it. The new director's surname is Lu, and her name is Lu Pei. She is very beautiful and has the temperament of a strong woman in the workplace." Ling Mai said excitedly, "I took a peek this morning when I went to the Art Department to deliver materials. I happened to see her talking to Mr. He. They are really a perfect match!"

Zhu Yiyi took a few mouthfuls of rice and picked up the plate to leave.

"Yiyi, why don't you eat?"

"I'm full."

-

In the afternoon, the Publicity and Planning Department held a department meeting, mainly for the division of labor resolution of the "Chao Luan" project.

Amy was on a business trip in France these two days, and the meeting was chaired by Deputy Director Xia Ningxi.

Xia Ningxi and Amy don't like each other, and they also don't like Zhu Yiyi, who was chosen by Amy. Usually, they find fault with her. This time, while Amy is away, they directly assign the most difficult part of the work to her.

"Zhu Yiyi, the department needs an interview with Miss Yu Jia. You should do it. Please prepare the interview transcript and send it to my email before Saturday."

Yu Jia is the leading actress of the drama Chao Luan.

A gold medal actress, she has won many awards and has a strong family background. She is known for being "harsh" in the entertainment industry. Even if it is daily work, if you are not happy, you can just leave. Big names are always playing big names, but they have the capital to play big names.

Zhu Yiyi has been in the company for more than two years. Most of the time, she has been sorting out materials and has not been to the field.

Ling Mai came to the company a few years earlier than Zhu Yiyi. She stood up and spoke for her: "Sister Ningxi, Yiyi is not suitable for this task, right?"

Xia Ningxi sneered: "It's all work. How can it be suitable or not? If you can do it, you can leave. Amy is responsible for the people she recruited herself."

Ling Mai almost lost her temper when she heard the weird tone. Zhu Yiyi pulled her and signaled her not to be impulsive.

Zhu Yiyi took a deep breath: "Okay, I will put the interview manuscript in your mailbox before Saturday, Deputy Director Xia."

The last four words were emphasized.

In the embarrassing situation of college students who couldn't find jobs due to the economic downturn, it was Amy who pulled her out of trouble, which was also a favor.

She certainly couldn't lose face for Sister Amy.

Xia Ningxi left the meeting room with a cold face.

"Yiyi, why did you take it? Xia Ningxi was obviously deliberately messing with you." Ling Mai spoke up for her.

"I know, there is no way."

"That's Yu Jia!!! Everyone in the circle knows that she is difficult to deal with!!!"

Zhu Yiyi held a glimmer of hope: "How difficult is it?"

Ling Mai held his forehead and worried for her: "You don't just think she is not cooperating during the interview, right?"

She stretched out a finger and shook it: "No, girl, you are too naive, you can't see her at all."

Zhu Yiyi was stunned.

It turned out to be such a difficult master.

The task of interviewing Yu Jia was urgent, so Zhu Yiyi planned to take action in the afternoon, and Ling Mai went with her.

Yu Jia lived in the mansion, a wealthy villa, and the two had to take a taxi.

Unexpectedly, the weather in Beijing suddenly changed in the afternoon, with heavy rain and water over the ankles. There were almost no cars on the street.

Ling Mai was angry: "Xia Ningxi is too much. He didn't send us a company car. How can we go on such a day? We can go boating."

Zhu Yiyi looked at the taxi app anxiously.

Half an hour passed, and no driver accepted the order.

In the hazy rain, a black car drove up.

It stopped steadily in front of the two.

Zhu Yiyi felt a little familiar. Before she could see the license plate clearly, Ling Mai ran over first: "Xia Ningxi has a conscience and sent us a car?"

Zhu Yiyi stood there, watching Ling Mai slap the car window and shouting to the people inside to take them to Yu Mansion.

The black car body, even in the rain, can't hide its luxurious luster.

The wipers of the front window slid slowly.

The car glass was hit by raindrops and crackled.

Zhu Yiyi's eyes slowly moved to the license plate.

This time she finally saw it clearly -

Beijing A.

Her heart skipped a beat.

It was him.

The next second, the black car window slowly dropped, and the man's profile appeared in sight.

The brow bone was cold and the jaw was clear.

Through the gold-wire frame, the deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the heart at a glance.

He Shen looked at her: "Get in the car."

Zhu Yiyi blinked, and suddenly remembered the rainy day a year ago, when she made a desperate confession to He Shen