I don’t know what evil the Zhang family has done, but this kind of thing happened one after another.
Tian Jinquan was panicked. He closed his eyes and saw the scene of Liu Cui's son lying by the river. He felt sorry for it. After all, this matter had something to do with him. He took the sacrifice and came to the river, intending to burn incense to worship Liu Cui's son.
As soon as I heard the sound, I walked not far away and saw Liu Cui jumping softly into the lake.
Tian Jinquan panicked, what should not have happened, what should have happened has happened, and death cannot bring back the dead, so why should she?
Tian Jinquan did not hesitate to jump into the lake to fish the person out, and quickly called for someone to take Liu Cui to the hospital in the town.
After the doctor conducted an examination and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the person's life was not in danger, but he was still unconscious.
The doctor felt that something was wrong, so he called another doctor. After a detailed examination, he frowned.
"The patient is one month pregnant. Drowning caused indirect hypoxia, and she is temporarily in a coma. She will be discharged after receiving oxygen and being hospitalized for observation for two days." The doctor said seriously: "The patient is weak. After returning,
You need to pay more attention to rest, otherwise there is a possibility of miscarriage at any time."
Tian Jinquan was shocked!
Pregnant?
His child?
This sudden news made Tian Jinquan feel happy or sad.
On the contrary, the tense nerves of several villagers nearby relaxed immediately, but then their expressions of astonishment returned.
This is really a bad fate!
Tian Jinquan felt something strange in his heart, and soon became overwhelmed with excitement.
Several villagers looked at Tian Jinquan's excited look, twitching their mouths and feeling full of disdain.
If the name is not right and the words are not right, others will not treat the child born.
Several villagers stayed for a while and then returned early.
Tian Jin, who was the father of the child, looked at the unconscious Liu Cui on the hospital bed with a quiet and gentle look for the first time.
This is fate!
This child suddenly appeared, saved Liu Cui's life, and also gave him a home!
A few days later, Yang Lina learned from Susan Shan that Liu Cui had failed to commit suicide and was still pregnant.
After hearing this, Yang Lina's face was calm and she glanced at Susan Shan disdainfully, thinking she was just farting.
But she was a little curious, how did Susan Shan know everything about Yangjiazhuang?
Susan Shan changed her ways on her face, but only Yang Lina knew that Susan Shan had a different attitude towards herself when she was alone.
Yang Lina was too lazy to think about this. She only knew that if anyone wanted to bully her, she would be rude and would not speak a word if she could.
Having said that, these trivial matters of others have nothing to do with her. She just wants to calm down and work quietly.
"You don't look like you're surprised at all."
Susan Shan had a self-centered look, sitting across from Yang Lina's desk, folding her arms, and staring interestingly at Yang Lina who was silently drawing pictures under her exquisite makeup.
"Miss Su, oh no... I should call you Secretary Su. If it's for work, I'm all ears. If not, please turn right when you go out and remember to close the door."
Yang Lina didn't raise her head, still minding her own drawings.
Susan Shan gritted her teeth in anger, but thinking that something was about to come to light, she suppressed the unhappiness in her heart.
It doesn't matter, I'll just let you relax for a while.
Susan Shan pretended to be calm and raised her lips, stood up, walked out of the office with elegant steps, and gently closed the office door.
The moment he turned around, the angel's face was replaced by a demon's expression.
Yang Lina, I want you to act like a leader for a few days.
In the days that follow, you will fall from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, your bones will be shattered, and you will never get up again.
A trace of ruthlessness and fierceness flashed in Susan Shan's eyes, and as soon as she turned the corner, another harmless face appeared.
Yang Lina was sitting in the office, busy making autumn artwork, and didn't take Susan Shan seriously at all.
Since Anping joined the garment factory, sales have increased. Although she, the vice president, does not have to manage other matters, the design aspect requires her to cultivate talents.
When the workers got off work that day, Yang Lina assigned a homework. Everyone can design a set of clothes after they go home. The artwork can be simply drawn. If you really can't draw, you can use paper to make a set of templates.
Yang Lina stated that the company will select ten sets of outstanding works from the works and artworks, and the selected employees will be transferred to the design department and will also receive a salary increase.
After hearing about this award, all employees were very excited and interested, and most of them participated enthusiastically.
A few days later, Yang Lina selected ten works that she thought were outstanding from all the works.
By chance, Anping came back from the south, and while Su Han was there, she could take these ten works over and let them refer to them.
Yang Lina couldn't hide her excitement and knocked on the door of Anping's office, only to see Anping and Su Han with serious faces, studying a lot of clothes on the desk.
Seeing the familiar styles, Yang Lina said jokingly: "Hey, summer clothes are made so quickly."
Her eyes faintly glanced at the skirt Su Han held in his hand, and she was sure at just one glance that it was a dress designed by herself.
"How does it feel?"
Anping asked in a calm tone. Only then did Yang Lina realize that the two grown men were looking at the clothes on the table with displeased expressions on their faces.
Yang Lina was confused for a while at first. The design draft had been approved early tomorrow. At that time, the three of them were very satisfied. How come the clothes were made? Instead, they asked themselves?
Yang Lina was puzzled, so she put the drawing in her hand on the coffee table, picked up a piece of clothing and looked through it.
After reading one thing after another, her face gradually became more and more ugly.
"Where did you buy it?"
Yang Lina realized the seriousness of the matter and asked directly to the point without answering Anping's question.
Anping had just returned from the south, and the clothes tag said produced in Shanghai. This shows that the clothes had been sold from Shanghai to the south.
She didn't pay attention to the expressions of the two of them when she came in. Looking at their expressions now, they had probably guessed what was going on.
However, Yang Lina couldn't believe it and wanted to confirm it again.
"Produced by Shujia in Shanghai, Zhejiang."
Anping was calm on the surface, but his heart was already beating.
"You mean, our drawings were stolen?"
Yang Lina was a little unbelievable. Faced with such a situation, this was the only question she could think of.
To say that her blueprints were stolen, she thought it was a big joke, unless there was a master in the factory who could open safes.
"That's right, all twelve sets of clothes are on the market. All the styles we will produce in the summer, including Shu's, have been sold, but they have not been put on the market in large quantities yet."
Anping was supposed to come back two days early from his trip to the south this time, but it turned out that the recently popular clothing styles in the south were made by Yang Lina. He was in disbelief at the time, but after asking around, he was able to confirm that these dozen styles of clothing were indeed made by Yang Lina.