He knew that after getting angry with her, he would regret it more than anyone else when he came to his senses, but he could never control his emotions. In the final analysis, it was because he loved her too much.
Thinking of this, He Jichen's face showed a touch of sadness, vivid and sad.
His fingertips slowly slid across the screen, looking at a group of people talking about her. Finally, he logged out of WeChat, but the late-night secretary might have rested. He opened the communication history and looked for the secretary's phone number.
When he was about to dial out, he realized that he had several missed calls. In addition to the calls from his secretary, there were two calls from Han Zhihui.
He moved his eyebrows, and then suddenly remembered that he and Han Zhihui were playing cards with a client, but when something happened to her, they left without even saying hello.
He stopped dialing his secretary, changed it directly to Han Zhihui's number, and dialed.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered. Han Zhihui inside had probably returned home and was about to take a shower. Through the receiver, you could faintly hear the sound of running water. Han Zhihui opened the phone before he could speak. Mouth: "You still know how to call me back?"
He Jichen did not respond to Han Zhihui's semi-sarcastic teasing and went straight to the point: "How is the situation?"
"You've all left, so you must have become a prostitute..." Han Zhi returned.
He Jichen said nothing. He held the phone with his fingertips, but suddenly tightened his grip.
Han Zhihui may have sensed his nervousness, so he laughed out loud on the phone the next second: "I said, Ji Chen, you have never been like this before. It's not like you never talked about cooperation before." I've been in porn before, but I'm not so nervous. Tell me, why do you care so much about the show "Three Thousand Idiots"? Is there any hidden secret?"
"Also, you answered the phone at night and left without even saying hello. In all the years I have known you, you have never been so rude. I have found that you have become more and more mysterious recently... "
He Jichen, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat and reminded Han Zhihui to get to the point.
"Oh, I forgot..." Han Zhihui heard his cough and immediately understood what he meant, and changed his mind to business, "I just lied to you. After the cooperation and negotiation, they promised to give "Three Thousand Idiots" 》Investment, I have drafted the contract for you and sent it to your email. Remember to check it. No problem. I will ask them to go to your company to sign tomorrow... Now that we have finished talking about business, can we go back to the topic just now, Ji Chen , tell me, are you in love? You’ve been so... "
Hearing what he wanted to hear, He Jichen hung up the phone without waiting for Han Zhihui to say what he wanted to say later, then chose the secretary's number and dialed it.
The secretary had just called him several times. She probably wanted to see him for something, so he was still awake. As soon as the call was connected, he was answered: "Mr. He, please call me back."
The secretary's tone was a little excited. He Jichen raised his eyebrows, put out the cigarette on his fingertips, and replied calmly: "What happened?"
"Nothing happened, which is a good thing. It's Mr. Lin. His secretary just contacted me and said that he would reinvest in "Three Thousand Idiots", and the amount is 20% more than before..."
Before the secretary's report was over, He Jichen uttered three words lukewarmly: "Reject!"