I Woke up and Was Pregnant

Chapter 67

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Fu Zhen's good mood was mostly ruined because he met Fu Ting. He still doesn't know what happened between Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting.

Why did he suddenly have a falling out with Tang Wanwan, and suddenly came to him and said that he regretted it, but as long as they no longer appear in front of him, these have nothing to do with him.

Fu Zhen was really scared, he had no way to tell whether what Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting said was the truth or a lie, so don't believe anything, so as not to get hurt again.

In the evening, the sky was dyed a rose-like red by the setting sun, and there was a huge roar of vehicles passing by on the street. Fu Zhen walked across the sidewalk and went to the supermarket to buy a catty of mangosteen, two bunches of grapes, and a large bag of snacks , and finally called Jiang Hengshu to ask what he wanted for dinner.

Because Fu Zhen didn't need to worry about the wedding, he continued to spend the whole day in the studio, busy preparing the script and storyboard for the next episode with his colleagues, and he definitely couldn't come back after his belly came out. After all, he only had a little belly. You can tell people that you have gained weight recently. If your stomach is too big, he will not be able to find a suitable reason. So he should try his best to complete the following work as much as possible, and then his colleagues will be more relaxed.

At the end of March, the sample of the Shazhou Chronicle was completed, but this still needs to be reviewed by the relevant departments. After all the procedures have been completed, the next episode will be officially broadcast. Fu Zhen estimated that if If the submission goes well, it should be broadcast in late April, which is earlier than he imagined.

It was thanks to the help of the colleagues in the studio that I was able to complete an episode so quickly. In order to express my gratitude, Fu Zhen invited his colleagues to a restaurant for a meal on the day the sample of the Shazhou Chronicle was completed.

But he failed to move Wang Tong.

After watching the sample, Wang Tong was completely autistic. He sat slumped on a chair and did not speak for a long time. Others knew that he was a diehard fan of the Shazhou Chronicle, and they could fully understand his feelings now. A pat on the shoulder was some sort of reassurance.

Wang Tong had read the script of the Shazhou Chronicle before, and knew what would happen next. At that time, he could comfort himself and say that everything could be redeemed. Now that his boss and sister-in-law are so sweet, how could he bear to abuse his daughter? Where is the Lord

But it never occurred to him that Fu Zhen was really a man who would destroy the family if he said that he would destroy the family, and he was not polite at all.

Wang Tong sighed, shook his head in the empty studio and said, "If this episode comes out, my sister-in-law will definitely be scolded to death."

Wang Tong turned on the computer and watched the fans in the forum still enthusiastically discussing whether Ah Wan would be with Zhu Naiyou or go far away with Huang Lie. He really wanted to tell these fans that you are so naive Yes, the chief director is now adding a knife to the next episode, the kind that eats a mouthful of blood, go far away, and now someone will fry the chicken legs.

With these unspoken secrets in mind, Wang Tong looked at the fans of the Shazhou Chronicle in the forum celebrating the upcoming update, and let out a lonely, incomprehensible sigh.

Laugh, laugh, you won't be able to laugh anymore after a while.

Wang Tong sat silently in front of the computer for a long time, and finally couldn't hold it back, and posted a post, in which there was only a roar from the soul: Old thief Fu Zhen killed me—

However, sand sculpture netizens couldn't understand the grief hidden in his roar. After seeing his post, they thought he was tortured by the Shazhou Chronicle for more than two years, so they left a neat post in his post. Unified "hahahahahahaha".

Wang Tong can't blame the merciless ridicule of sand sculpture netizens, because the nature of human beings is like this.

Wang Tong took a deep breath and turned on the computer. His sister-in-law stabbed him too hard. I hope that the boss can protect him when fans send blades to him in the future.

In the restaurant, colleagues sat around and ordered a table full of dishes. Everyone happily discussed the next work. After knowing Fu Zhen’s plans for the Shazhou Chronicle, they all shook their heads and said yes Fu Zhen said: "Director Fu, you stabbed a little too hard. For this ending, let's go one by one."

"Full up, full up,"

Fu Zhen always remembered the fact that he was pregnant. He smiled and rejected his colleagues: "I can't drink."

At the same time, he patted him on the shoulder: "He is such a big man, he needs a drink, just one."

Fu Zhen waved his hand: "I really can't drink it."

As soon as his voice fell, his mobile phone on the table rang. The call was from Jiang Hengshu. He asked on the other end of the phone, "Where are you?"

"Dinner out with colleagues."

Jiang Hengshu hummed: "Send me the address, and I'll pick you up."

After Fu Zhen sent the location to Jiang Hengshu, he smiled apologetically at his colleagues: "My family won't allow me to drink."

Colleagues dragged out long syllables and showed tacit smiles. Fu Zhen poured himself a glass of juice and clinked glasses with them.

Jiang Hengshu came to the restaurant where they had dinner not long after.

"Yo Yo Yo—" the assistant director blushed from drinking, saw Jiang Hengshu beckoning to him, and said to Jiang Hengshu with annoyance and teasing in his eyes, "Xiao Jiang is here? Director Fu just had a drink. None."

Jiang Hengshu laughed, sat down on the empty chair beside Fu Zhen, picked up the wine glass on the table, and said to the assistant director: "I owe a few drinks, I'll drink for him."

"Xiaojiang is refreshing, don't hesitate to toast when you come here."

Fu Zhen grabbed Jiang Hengshu's sleeve, then slowly let go, leaned into Jiang Hengshu's ear and whispered to him, "Don't drink too much."

The assistant director smiled and asked, "What did Director Fu whisper to Xiao Jiang? We want to hear it too."

Fu Zhen shook his hand and said, "It's nothing, I told him not to drink too much."

"You can't drink it yourself, why don't you let us, Xiao Jiang, drink more."

The sky outside had already darkened, but the private room was still lively. Everyone was chatting about the interesting things that happened in the company during this period. Jiang Hengshu had already drank a lot, but his face did not change at all, and his eyes were as clear as gods , not even half drunk inside, seeing Fu Zhen yawning on the sofa beside him, he knew that he was a little sleepy.

Jiang Hengshu got up: "It's a bit late, Fu Zhen and I went back first, and the bill has been settled, everyone eat slowly."

"Are you going back now?" The assistant director was still a little bit reluctant.

Jiang Hengshu smiled, walked to the sofa and pulled Fu Zhencong up, patted his face to cheer him up, then took his hand and left the private room together.

Looking at the back of Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhenzhen leaving together, the painter Xiao Wu sighed enviously: "My God, I want to fall in love too, and I really want to have a boyfriend."

Immediately afterwards, a piece of corn cake was stuffed into her mouth, and the teacher beside her patted her on the head and said, "Just think about it, go back tonight and quickly draw me the standing painting you didn't finish yesterday gone."

Xiao Wu instantly collapsed on the dining table.

After coming out of the hotel, Fu Zhen took Jiang Hengshu's hand and said to him: "You were drinking just now, so you can't drive. I'll come today, anyway, it's not far away."

Jiang Hengshu hummed, and sat in the co-pilot obediently, and when Fu Zhen sat in the driver's seat next to him, he turned his head to look at Fu Zhen a little dullly, and told him, "Be careful. "

Fu Zhen didn't dare to drive too fast, and when he delivered the car safely to the parking space downstairs of his house, he realized that Jiang Hengshu had indeed drunk a little tonight.

However, Jiang Hengshu, who was drunk, did not make trouble. He followed Fu Zhen obediently, went upstairs and returned home, and returned to the bedroom. Fu Zhen took off all his clothes and changed into loose pajamas. Shu was also very cooperative, that is, after changing his clothes, he stretched out his long arms and pulled Fu Zhen into his arms.

He held Fu Zhen and did not let go, like a little girl holding her favorite doll. It took a lot of effort for Fu Zhen to break free from his embrace, and found a towel to wipe Jiang Hengshu face, fed him a little water, and then fell asleep at ease.

In the blink of an eye, it came to April 9th, and the breath of spring had come to the city of Pinghai. The willows gave off bright yellow branches, the mountains were covered with a layer of blue, the ice and snow melted, everything revived, and everything looked prosperous.

Fu Zhen was wearing a pure white suit with a small black bow tie. The suit was handmade and delivered just the day before yesterday. There were dark patterns on the edges, which would be more obvious in the sunlight.

Fu Zhen stood in front of the mirror and looked at it for a while, then asked Jiang Hengshu, "Does it look good?"

Jiang Hengshu was wearing a suit of the same style, walked over, adjusted his bow tie a little, and said with a smile, "It looks good."

He brushed Fu Zhen's shoulder: "The time is almost up, it's time to go out."

Christianity does not allow homosexuality, but in our country, we follow the characteristic Christian route. Pastors and priests follow the policy. Since the country allows homosexuality to register for marriage, their God has also allowed the existence of homosexuality.

Fu Zhen's father didn't come, and he didn't have any elders. Fortunately, the two men didn't need to follow the traditional way when they got married. The two grooms could directly appear in the church at the same time.

The priest wearing a black robe stood at the front of the church, looking kindly at the couple in front of him, because they were both men, so the previous oath needed to be changed.

There were not many guests who came to the wedding today, most of them were members of the Jiang family. Although these people were also surprised why Jiang Hengshu found a man, they were well-bred so that they did not ask these irrelevant questions at the wedding. The problem.

The priest wore a long cross pendant around his neck. He first looked at Jiang Hengshu on the left and asked, "Groom Jiang Hengshu, are you willing to marry the man in front of you? Whether you are poor or rich, In health or disease, be loyal to him, love him, protect him, and accompany him for the rest of your life."

Jiang Hengshu: "I am willing."

"Bridegroom Fu Zhen, are you willing to marry the man in front of you? Regardless of poverty or wealth, health or disease, you will be loyal to him, love him, protect him, and accompany him for the rest of your life."

"I am willing." Fu Zhen replied with a smile.