The next day, she started her career.

"Hao'er, you help me finish the design draft that Mr. Zhang wants, and I want to see the results the day after tomorrow. The director threw a document to Hao'er.

"Yes, Director. Feng'er replied in a low voice.

This director is a graduate of a prestigious university, and his ability and other aspects are also excellent, and he has been praised by the boss before, but just yesterday, the boss called her over, saying that there was a newcomer with a very talented talent to report. The boss's evaluation of Feng'er is really high. The director was also curious about this newcomer at first, but when chatting this morning, I learned that this person had only been in college for a few days, and he had taken a leave of absence because of pregnancy.

This made the director very unhappy, he graduated from a famous university, and after graduation, he was recommended by the teacher to become this world-renowned designer - Yan Yue, which is a normal design company opened by Director Wang's wife. Now a newcomer who is inferior to himself in all aspects and has problems with his style has been highly praised by Yan Yue.

On the other hand, Feng Er has a little inferiority complex, and she also heard her colleagues talk about this director, who graduated from the design major of A University, and the design major of A University is also one of the top three in the country. Not only graduated from prestigious schools, but also has enough ability, and has won countless awards. Feng'er knew that the director looked down on her, but she felt that the director was not wrong, and she was not good in all aspects.

Feng'er has been silently revising the draft drawings for the past few days, and not only that, but he has been working overtime. I even brought my work home. Yang is looking at her like this. It is also very distressing. So in the evening, Yang Zheng came out after washing and saw that Feng'er was still struggling to revise the drawings, and he stepped forward and snatched the drawings away.

"At the beginning, I asked you to go to work, just hoping that you would be happy and not lonely, but now it is not what I want to see. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the child in your belly. Hurry up and go to bed. Yang Zheng was slightly angry.

"You go to sleep first, I'm almost ready, I'm going to hand it in tomorrow!" Feng'er is a little tired, although it is something she likes, but because of the pregnancy itself, she is easy to get sleepy, and she has stayed up late for several days to work overtime, and her body is really unbearable, but when she thinks of delivering the manuscript tomorrow, she has to force herself.

"I don't have classes tomorrow in the morning, so I'll accompany you to the company. Yang Zheng looked at the tired Feng'er and was very distressed.

"How can this work, I'll go to work, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to talk to my wife tomorrow about things, and I need my wife's help in some of the projects I've been working on with my teacher recently, so I'll talk about it tomorrow. ”

"Then you won't go to me tomorrow. ”

"I'm just so unsightly?" Although Yang Zheng knew Feng'er's worries and didn't want everyone to know that he was in because of his relationship, but when he heard Feng'er say this, his macho mind was drawn out, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"No, I'm just ......" Feng'er couldn't say why, she just didn't want him to go.

"I know, I won't go, go to sleep!" Yang is pushing Feng'er towards the bedroom.

"Hey, I still have ......" Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by Yang Zheng slamming the door.

Let's go to bed first, it's a big deal to get up early tomorrow morning and finish the processing.

Before I knew it, I quickly went into the dream.

The next day, when Feng'er got up, it was almost 10 o'clock, and Feng'er panicked and was already late, and she was late for only a few days. But she obviously set the alarm clock, but it didn't go off, she looked at it, and she didn't know when the alarm clock was turned off. When I look at the places around me that have long been cold, there is nothing I don't understand.

Feng'er was very angry, why did Yang Zheng turn off his alarm clock and make himself late, he must just not want him to go out to work, it must be like this! Feng'er was so angry that tears were about to fall.

Feng'er hurriedly washed up, and when she went out of the bedroom door, she saw breakfast on the table, and there was one left on the side:

I've asked for leave for you, don't worry, remember to have breakfast, and go to work in the afternoon!

- Dear husband stays

Seeing this note, Hao'er was relieved, but he felt that he had misunderstood Yang Zheng and was a little ashamed, but when he thought about it, he was a little unhappy that he asked for leave for himself without getting his own opinion. But she sat down obediently and ate her breakfast.

In the afternoon, Feng'er came to the office, and not long after she sat down, she saw the director coming in from outside, and when she passed by Feng'er, she snorted very unceremoniously and walked into the office.

Feng'er was confused, wouldn't the director be unhappy because he took leave in the morning.

Feng'er was waiting for the director's task all afternoon, but the director didn't give her a glimpse of it all afternoon, except for asking her to modify the previous design drawings, Feng'er was very puzzled. I haven't offended the director, but today the director is exceptionally abnormal.

When Feng'er returned home in the evening, she smelled the fragrance coming from the room when she arrived at the door, and Feng'er, who was already hungry, was even hungrier.

When I opened the door, I saw Yang Zheng busy in the kitchen from the door.

Feng'er was surprised that the person who almost blew up the kitchen not long ago now made a table of delicious food.

Yang Zheng in the kitchen heard a voice at the door.

"I'm back, hurry up and wash my hands and eat. As he spoke, he brought out a bowl of soup from the kitchen.

Feng'er washed her hands with curiosity, sat down at the dining table, and looked at the delicious food that was a little afraid to swallow, maybe it just looked good on the outside, and the taste was ...... There are some doubts.

"Eat quickly, it's not good if it's cold!" Yang Zheng saw Feng'er's entanglement, and he got up and served a bowl of soup to Feng'er.

Feng'er regarded death as if she were at home, and drank it in one gulp.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" choked a little because he drank too hard.

"Don't worry, there's a lot more in the pot!" Yang Zheng patted Feng'er on the back.

Feng'er was a little surprised, and the taste was actually good.

"Ahem, cough, so you did this?"

"That is, except for me, who else can make such delicious food!" Yang Zheng looked proud.

"When are you going to cook?"

"Hehe, I've been learning since the last time I did it, and I took a cooking class not long ago!

"You also went to a cooking class?" was a little surprised that such a pampered person as he had gone to learn cooking.

"That's it, in order for our children to be able to eat the food I cook in the future, I deliberately learned, don't you think I'm particularly great!" Yang Zheng began to brag again!

"Yes, yes, it's very great! The child will have to eat the food cooked by his father in the future!" Feng'er is still a little soft-hearted, a little moved, although he has a lot of bad problems, and he has no responsibility, but maybe he is a good father!