She has entrusted all matters to Zhang Qiufeng of the publishing house. Now, not only do they keep in touch at work, but Zhang Qiufeng also comes to chat with her and go shopping when she has nothing to do. They have always had a good relationship.

When Aunt Rong learned that Luo Qiao was pregnant, she made a special trip to the hospital to inquire about the dietary requirements for pregnant women and was particularly concerned.

Lu Yichen was indeed very busy during this period. The city received a notice from the higher authorities to further clean up and rectify various companies, and their public security organs also had to assist. But no matter how late he got off work, he would run back to the second courtyard to see Luo Qiao.

Sometimes he came back too late and Luo Qiao had fallen asleep, so he would go to the next room to stay for the night. Luo Qiao was pregnant, and although he was a materialist, he had to be more careful.

The next day, we met, had breakfast together, talked a few words to the baby in the belly, and most importantly, hugged and kissed my wife, and then rushed back to the bureau to take charge of work.

The old director will retire next year. With the contributions Lu Yichen has made in recent years, he is very likely to be the best candidate for the next director. Now the old director has let him arrange all the affairs in the bureau.

Time flies, and soon Luo Qiao was three months pregnant. Lu Yichen's work in the bureau also came to an end, and the two discussed informing their family about the pregnancy.

In the evening, I called the old couple of the Luo family and told them that I would go home for dinner the next night. I asked grandpa and grandma to inform everyone to go back and get together when they have time. Then I called the Gu family and told them that I would go home for dinner the next day.

Aunt Rong was holding a small mattress that was almost finished. "Qiaoqiao, the small bed that your uncle Rong made for the child is almost done. Do you want to go over and take a look? If you have any requests, you can ask now. There is still time to make changes."

Luo Qiao stood up and said, "Okay, let's go over and take a look now, so that we don't have to ask Master Rong to redo the work later."

Luo Qiao's belly is now slightly bulging, but she always wears loose clothes when going out, so outsiders can't see it unless she says anything.

Uncle Rong's carpentry work is really good. When he asked to make a small bed, Luo Qiao simply stated her requirements. There was nothing to complain about, and the small bed was polished to be particularly smooth.

Uncle Rong saw the two people coming over: "Come, take a look. Are you satisfied?"

Luo Qiao looked at the small bed in front of her and said, "Uncle Rong, your craftsmanship is really good, comparable to that of the craftsmen in the furniture store."

Luo Qiao looked at the water in the basin and said, "Let's go back to the family compound tomorrow and pick some vegetables for grandpa and aunt. Otherwise, they will be wasted if they can't be eaten."

Luo Qiao thought of what her classmates said yesterday: "Tomorrow is September 10th, the first Teachers' Day. Tomorrow morning, you will help me cut some flowers from the backyard and make a few bouquets for my teachers."

Lu Yichen looked doting: "Okay, I'll accompany you tomorrow morning."

Maybe she had something on her mind, for she woke up early the next day. Looking at the sleeping Lu Yichen, she stretched out her finger to trace the contours of his face, and finally tapped the tip of his nose.

Just as he was about to evacuate, he was caught red-handed. Lu Yichen put his finger to his mouth and kissed it: "Why are you awake so early?"

"Well, there are a lot of things to do today. Thinking about this being the first Teachers' Day and the difficulties faced by teachers in the past years, I can't sleep."

Lu Yichen hugged the person into his arms: "It's all over. I'll accompany you to the master to give you my blessings later."

Luo Qiao rubbed against Lu Yichen's arms: "Okay, I want to give the teachers a surprise."

Since they couldn't sleep anyway, they just got up.

Luo Qiao went to the living room and called Peng Mingdong at the Yipin Base, asking them to send 2,000 flowers each to Peking University Health Science Center, Peking University School of Political Science and Law, and School of Music.

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In addition, I instructed that one hundred flowers be sent to the primary school where my eldest sister-in-law works, and presented them to the school in the name of the First-Class Base to express respect for the teachers.

(End of this chapter)