I've been scumbag again

Chapter 94

In the eerie silence, Meng Yanshen looked at his laptop, and there was an audio track on it. There was no doubt that this was the "gift" Qi Jing gave him.

Meng Yanshen moved the cursor quickly and turned off the audio, but there was still a coquettish sentence popping up, which seemed to be seducing Meng Yanshen.

"Lao Meng, come on, be happy, you have a lot of time anyway~" There seemed to be a restless and peachy factor in the air.

Meng Yanshen's heartbeat quickened, he raised his head and glanced at the people around him, all blushing and heartbeating, although they were not the protagonist "Old Meng", they were also attracted by that charming voice.

Meng Yan shut down the computer violently, his voice was as cold as frost, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured from head to toe on these faintly hairy people.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Today's meeting is here first, the meeting is adjourned."

As soon as Meng Yanshen left, the people in the meeting room immediately exploded.

"Oh my god, where did the little goblin come from to seduce Boss Meng so blatantly, and return Lao Meng? It's so affectionate."

"This little goblin's voice is so crisp, my legs are still weak now, if this is on the bed, who can bear it."

"What should I do, I really want to go back and have fun with my girlfriend."

The news that a little goblin seduced Meng Yanshen, who was as pure and ascetic as a monk, quickly spread throughout every part of Musician Entertainment.

People have speculated, who is this little goblin?Some people secretly bet whether this little goblin can snatch away their monk-like Mr. Meng.

Of course, along with the news spread was the voice of the little goblin. He really wanted to give him his life after hearing it.

Meng Yanshen casually left the computer on the desk and made a crisp sound. He raised his head and pinched the space between his brows.

For many years, Meng Yanshen hadn't encountered anything that disturbed his state of mind, but now a boy ten years younger disturbed his mind time and time again.

With his hands on his hips, Meng Yanshen paced back and forth for a while before sitting down. After a while, he turned on the phone again, and his eyes stayed on the audio. Meng Yanshen moved the cursor to the delete button, hesitating for a long time , and ultimately chose to turn it off.

After thinking about it, he created a new folder on the desktop, dragged the audio into the folder, and set a password.

After finishing, Meng Yan took a deep breath. He couldn't figure out why he didn't choose to delete it. Obviously, obviously, that audio was so shameful, wolf cub, not only frivolous, but also shameless.

Thinking that everyone in the conference room heard the wolf cub's voice just now, Meng Yan suppressed his anger deep in his chest.

On the computer, there was another new email, which was unexpectedly from Qi Jing.

[Lao Meng, did you listen to the audio I sent you?That's what I worked so hard to match for you. Now I can't be by your side. If you miss me, you can listen to my voice. Of course, when I vent my anger, it's more suitable to listen to my voice, hee hee ——I love you, Ajing. 】

Behind the mail, there is a red love heart.

Meng Yanshen swept it away, his eyes stayed on "Xie Huo" and the red heart for a few seconds, and he decisively closed it.

Shameless, shameless, rascal!

In the evening, after Meng Yan took a deep bath, he half leaned on the bed and was flipping through the book. The light fell on him, creating a soft silhouette. He just read for a long time, but the book never turned a page. Meng Yanshen's focus Half-fallen in the book, seems to be in a trance.

After a while, he closed the book, rubbed the space between his brows, put the book down, picked up the laptop, and couldn't hide the helplessness towards himself between his brows.

Is he bewildered?

Meng Yan opened the folder familiarly, entered the password, and after a moment of hesitation, turned on the audio.

"Ah~" Meng Yanshen shuddered when the familiar charming voice came out, and hurriedly lowered the volume, but unfortunately, he forgot to bring the Bluetooth back today.

The young man's voice came from the computer in a low voice. It was not his original voice, and he had changed his voice, but Meng Yanshen not only didn't feel that it was unsuitable and artificial, but produced a young boy's voice that should be like this.

Meng Yan clenched his fists deeply, blushing and heart beating as he listened to the young man's charming voice panting, the sound of "Old Meng" made his bones shatter.

Outside the door, Old Butler Zhang, who was holding a glass of milk for his young master, vaguely heard an unusual voice coming from his young master's room.

Although the voice was very low, although he was old, he had good hearing.

Old housekeeper Zhang's eyes widened slightly, and the young master, who had always been sober and ascetic, even he doubted his sexuality, was actually watching that kind of film.

The young master has lived to be 30 years old, has he finally enlightened?Very good.

Thinking that it won't be long before he can see the young master marrying a wife and having children, the old butler Zhang wiped the slightly moist corners of his eyes.

When Meng Yanshen heard the knock on the door, his heart stopped for two seconds. He was frightened. He quickly closed the computer and stuffed it under the quilt.

"Come in."

"Master, have a glass of milk."

Meng Yan thanked him deeply, and took the milk from old butler Zhang. Every night, Uncle Zhang would prepare a glass of milk for him, and Meng Yanshen was used to it.

His parents divorced since he was a child, and his grandparents were not very close. It can be said that he was brought up by Uncle Zhang. Meng Yanshen regarded Uncle Zhang as his adoptive father and decided to provide for him in the future since he was a child.

"Is there anything else, Uncle Zhang?" After drinking the milk, Meng Yan saw that Uncle Zhang stayed where he was, hesitating to speak.

Uncle Zhang felt that although what he said next was a little embarrassing and shameful, it was for Meng Yanshen's good after all.

So, he thought about his choice of words, and whispered, "Master, you can look at that kind of thing, but don't look at it too much, or use it more, or it will hurt your body."

Meng Yanshen:?

The old butler Zhang didn't care whether Meng Yanshen could understand or not, and left with a shy face. Before he left, he added, "Tomorrow, Uncle Zhang will make you stewed beef whip soup to nourish your body."

Meng Yanshen:?

The old butler Zhang took the cup and left, leaving Meng Yanshen in a daze. Meng Yanshen thought about his words for a long time before he realized it.

Uncle Zhang, he heard that voice.

Uncle Zhang actually thought that he...would make bullwhip soup for him!

Meng Yan was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, he angrily dragged the laptop out from under the quilt, and deleted the audio directly.

He was really obsessed, and he continued to listen to it without deleting it.

Meng Yanshen's face was not very good-looking, he threw the computer aside, and went to bed after washing up.

When he got up the next day, he looked at the steaming pot of bullwhip soup on the dining table, and ran directly into the bathroom to vomit.

In the afternoon of the next day, at Kangle Hospital, Meng Yanshen knocked on the vice president's door.

In the office, a man about 30 years old was wearing a white coat, holding a pen with his slender fingers, and was lowering his head to write something. After Meng Yanshen entered, he stopped writing, raised his head, showing a handsome face, with silver-rimmed eyes behind his eyes. His peach blossom eyes smiled slightly.

"Ah Shen, you are here. Speaking of which, how long have we not seen each other?" Kang Mi put down his pen, stood up, and gave Meng Yanshen a hug. When he noticed Meng Yanshen's darkened face, he quickly Let go, "Ah Shen, why are you so uncute, you can't even hug me, I'm your cousin."

Meng Yan glanced at him lightly and warned him seriously, "Men can't be called cute."

Kang Mi touched his nose, feeling a little helpless, obviously he was so cute when he was a child, and clinging to him all day long, but now that he is older, he is not cute at all.

"By the way, you said you're not feeling well. What's going on?" After teasing Meng Yanshen, Kang Mi twitched the corners of her lips, sat down, and motioned for Meng Yanshen to stretch out her hand, "Take you Tell me all your symptoms."

Meng Yanshen stretched out his hand, and quickly described his recent nausea and vomiting, lethargy, and changes in eating habits.

Kang Mi put her fingers on Meng Yanshen's wrist, and said, "Haha, if you don't know that you are a man with your symptoms, I would have thought you were pregnant, wait, wait..."

Kang Mi's complexion suddenly changed, and the casualness on his face eased. The longer he felt his pulse, the deeper his frown became.

"Turn to the other hand." Kang Mi's face was serious and dignified, which Meng Yanshen had never seen before.Could it be that he has some terminal illness?

Meng Yanshen frowned slightly, he didn't care much about life and death, but the boy's face and his intimate "Old Meng" flashed across his mind.If he died, what would happen to the young man?

"Your pulse is not right." Kang Mi withdrew his hand, frowning into the word "Chuan".

Kang Mi was born into a medical family. He studied Chinese medicine in elementary school, and also took care of Western medicine when he grew up. He is very talented in studying medicine. Otherwise, he would not have taken the position of vice president at a young age, although Kangle is a hospital under their family. , but he relies entirely on his own strength.

But now, he began to question his strength.

"No, Ah Shen, why don't you go for a B-ultrasound with me?" Kang Mi was anxious to pull Meng Yanshen's hand and walk out.

"Did I suffer from some serious illness?" Meng Yanshen looked calm.

Kang Mijun's face was wrinkled together, "I'm not sure now, so hurry up and take a B-ultrasound."

Ten minutes later, Kang Mi took the B-ultrasound film, wiped his glasses, leaned over and saw a small thing that really existed on the film, and immediately froze in place as if a robot had crashed.

Meng Yanshen looked at Kang Mi's appearance of being struck by lightning, and felt that his guess might be correct, that he might really have an incurable disease.Just when Meng Yan was thinking about whether he should tell the young man the news, Kang Mi grabbed his arms violently.

Kang Mi took a deep breath and said, "Ah Shen, what I'm going to say next may be unbelievable, but after my many pulse checks and this B-ultrasound film, I'm sure."

Meng Yan frowned deeply and looked at the two hands held by him, with a calm expression, "Say it."

Kang Mi took another deep breath, "Ah Shen, you are pregnant!"

Meng Yanshen's pupils dilated little by little, and it took about ten seconds before he said, "What did you just say?"

"According to the pulse, you have been pregnant for one month. Have you seen the millet grain on the B-ultrasound? This is your baby."

Meng Yanshen took the photo with stiff fingers, and his eyes fell on a shadow that was so small that it was almost invisible, his calm face was cracked inch by inch.

"Ah Shen, don't be too surprised. It's not uncommon for a man to become pregnant in the history of medicine." But it just happened to you.

However, Kang Mi suddenly thought of a very serious problem.

"Ah Shen, how did you conceive this child? You still won't be..."

Before Kang Mi finished speaking, Meng Yanshen glanced over with sharp eyes like a knife, and he immediately shut his mouth tightly.

Damn, Meng Yanshen, a veteran cadre who has always been abstinent, and even those close to him don't know whether he likes men or women, only knows about work, lives like a monk, has sex with someone, and is pregnant, look at him , clearly remembered the matter of having sex with someone.

After Kang Mi recovered from the shock, he began to wonder who the person who took down the abstinent Mr. Meng and managed to get Ah Shen pregnant with his son was definitely the object of his admiration.

"Ah Shen, what are you going to do with this child? Will it be born or will it be beaten?" Kang Mi asked cautiously. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to conceive and give birth to a cousin whose family has always been aloof, like a banished fairy. look like.

Meng Yanshen didn't answer Kang Mi's question, and went straight to the bathroom after leaving his office.

The cold water was splashed on Qing Juan's face, and Meng Yanshen's head gradually calmed down after the first moment of blankness.

He stretched out his hand, through the suit, and placed it on his stomach.

Here, there is already a little life.

After a long time, when he heard footsteps outside, Meng Yanshen withdrew his hand, having made a decision in his heart.

He turned around and walked out, never thinking that the person outside rushed in like a blaze of fire.

Meng Yanshen's handbag fell to the ground, and the B-ultrasound sheet that was originally placed in it also fell out. The man's hand took the first step to pick up the sheet.

"Patient: Meng Yanshen, symptoms..., after diagnosis, she is four and a half weeks pregnant."

Qi Jing quickly glanced over the words above, his eyes fixed on the last sentence.

As the list was taken away, Qi Jing raised his head and met Meng Yanshen's gaze.

Meng Yanshen didn't expect to meet a young man here, and he saw the list, his heart tightened, he pulled the list back abruptly, gave him a sideways glance, and wanted to pass by and leave.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Qi Jing closed the bathroom door, leaning his back against the door, his eyes fell on Meng Yanshen, and finally stayed on his abdomen.

"What are you going to do? Get out of the way." Meng Yanshen said calmly with no expression on his face.

"No." Qi Jing's eyebrows twitched, "Isn't Mr. Meng going to explain to me about that list?"

Meng Yanshen's fingertips holding the list tightly, his thin lips parted slightly, "It has nothing to do with you."

A smile curled up on the corner of Qi Jing's lips, "It has nothing to do with me? I think Mr. Meng, you want to hold my son in your arms, come and run with the ball."

Run with the ball! ?

Veteran cadres such as Meng Yanshen had never heard of this word, and after understanding the meaning of this word, Qing Jun's fair face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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