Song Ci was sitting gracefully on the sofa, knitting a sweater with two needles in her hands, her immersed look was actually beautiful and moving. And Han Zhan was sitting behind his desk, wearing glasses, working very attentively.
Li Li was a little disappointed.
"What are you thinking about?" Han Zhan glanced at Li Li with a half-smile, and asked him, "What scene do you want to see when you open the door?"
Li Li wisely didn't answer this irritating question. He changed the subject, pointed to the prototype sweater on Song Ci's lap, put on an envious expression, and said, "Sister-in-law, this is a sweater for Mr. Han, right?" , Mr. Han is so kind, Mrs. Sister-in-law is so virtuous."
Hearing that Han Zhan touched the temples suddenly, he didn't say a word.
Li Li realized that something was wrong. This should have been in the past, Han Zhan's tail should have been raised to the sky long ago.
Song Ci turned her head and glanced at Han Zhan, who had a taste, and then looked down at the sweater on her lap, and said with a smile, "I'm going back to my hometown in Shunchen City next week. This one is for my grandpa. I'll come back in two days." Knit one for Brother Han."
Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly looked up at Song Ci and said to her, "I like navy blue."
Song Ci said: "I think white looks good, and Brother Han looks easy-going and warm. I like men who look gentle and reliable."
Han Zhan: "I also think white suits me." Han Zhan is like a grass on the wall, whichever way Song Ci's wind blows, he will fall in that direction.
Li Li regretted coming in to seek abuse. "Go ahead, my life is miserable, I have to go out to accompany the business partner." Li Li hurriedly turned and left.
As soon as Li Li left, Song Ci turned back to look at Han Zhan. Seeing Han Zhan drinking his health tea, he sympathized with Li Li's life. "Brother Han is not kind. Manager Li works hard for the company, but you are taking it easy."
Han Zhan put down the thermos teacup and said without expression: "It is everyone's responsibility to care for the disabled."
Song Ci was directly laughed at by Han Zhan.
At noon, Song Ci and Han Zhan went to the seventh floor to have lunch. After returning to the office, Song Ci got into Han Zhan's small room to take a nap. Han Zhan didn't sleep, he sat in the office to deal with business.
The internal line suddenly rang, Han Zhan answered the phone, and heard the boy at the front desk say in that clear voice: "Mr. Han, there is a girl surnamed Han looking for."
Han Zhan shrank and hid the contract with the planning plan, and then replied to the brother at the front desk: "Let her in."
After a while, the office door was opened from the outside, and Han Wangwang walked in wearing flat white shoes. She still has dreadlocks, a dirty pink hat, and a dirty pink hip-hop coat.
Holding a black shoulder bag, Han Wangwang sat on the sofa where Song Ci had sat before. Sitting down, he said, "Little cousin. The guy at the front desk of your company is very handsome. He looks a lot like my boyfriend Wang Junkai. He is so handsome. Give me his WeChat ID."
Han Zhan refused mercilessly: "My employee contract does not include the clause of selling one's body for glory."
Han Wangwang stuck out his tongue, "I'll ask for it myself later." Han Wangwang was a little discouraged when he didn't ask for the WeChat account. She was leaning on the sofa, sluggish and about to fall apart, like a salted fish without pursuit.
Han Zhan suddenly struck the keyboard. Hearing the movement, Han Wangwang opened his eyelids, looked at Han Zhan listlessly, and asked feebly, "Little cousin, did you call me over, did you need me?"
Han Zhan's gray-blue eyes glanced at Han Wangwang displeasedly, and said in an unpleasant tone, "Speak softly."
Han Wangwang was taken aback for a moment, she looked around the office, and found it strange that she didn't see the third person. "There's no one else here, so you're afraid of being heard?" Han Wangwang's eyes drifted subconsciously under Han Zhan's desk.
"Little cousin, there's no one hiding under your table, right?" Han Wangwang looked at a lot of messy things, and a lot of pornography flashed through his mind.
Han Zhan sneered and mocked her: "Your little cousin's newly bought laundry detergent has a good decontamination ability. When you have time, come to our house and sit. I will ask your little cousin to help you wash your mind."
Han Wangwang opened his mouth and muttered dissatisfiedly: "My little cousin should be the first to decontaminate."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, but he couldn't refute.
His Cibao's mind is indeed a bit dirty.
Coughing uncomfortably, Han Zhan turned his head to look at the closed door of the lunch break room on one side, and then told Han Wangwang: "Your little cousin is taking a nap inside."
Han Wangwang suddenly realized, nodded hurriedly, and whispered: "Of order." She dropped her bag, got up and walked to Han Zhan's desk, squatted down beside his desk, and looked at Han Zhan working with her head tilted. .
Her little cousin looks so handsome when he doesn't speak. As soon as he spoke, that vicious face made people want to hit someone.
After appreciating the beauty of his little cousin for a while, Han Wangwang asked him again: "Little cousin, what's the matter?"
Han Zhan turned the computer around directly, and the screen was aimed at Han Wangwang. "Do you know this person?"
Han Wangwang glanced at the computer screen, and saw a man who was handsome, but with a violent expression hidden between his brows and eyes. Han Wangwang nodded without expression. "Yes, my surname is Cheng. He has been harassing me recently."
Han Wangwang didn't know what the little cousin was going to do when Cheng Ziang was asked, so she asked Han Zhan suspiciously: "What's wrong with this man, is there a problem?"
Han Zhan said: "His name is Cheng Ziang, and he is the second young master of Chuandong Group."
Han Wangwang nodded again: "I know."
"Is he chasing you?" Han Zhan asked again.
Han Wangwang pouted, very self-aware, she said, "He just wants to pick on me."
Han Zhan was very relieved to see that she knew how much her charm was, "I know he just wants to flirt with you, it seems that you are not too stupid."
Hearing this, Han Wangwang rolled his eyes at him.
"Don't stare at me, there are no rules." Han Zhan stretched out his left hand, put his palm on Han Wangwang's forehead, and turned her face to the other side.
Staring at Han Wangwang's side face, Han Zhan threw the bait: "Do me a favor. After it's done, I will persuade your father to let you agree to study at Southern Medical University."
Han Wangwang knocked off Han Zhan's hand, raised his head, stared at Han Zhan with bright eyes, and whispered in surprise: "Really!"
"Keep your voice down." Han Zhan disliked Han Wangwang's loud voice.
The sky is big and the earth is big, and the wife sleeps the most.
Han Wangwang quickly closed his mouth and made a gesture of closing the zipper.
Han Wangwang has a high IQ and a good talent in mathematics. Her father hopes that she will become a mathematician and scientist in the future. But Han Wangwangzhi is not here, she wants to be a military doctor even more.
Han Wangwang stretched out his hand, and pulled Han Zhan's clothes cautiously and fawningly. He possessed his dog's legs and behaved nicely to Han Zhan: "Little cousin, tell me what you want me to do. As long as it's not murder and arson, I dare!"
Like a loving elder, Han Zhan patted Han Wangwang's shoulder lightly, and whispered to her: "That's right, there is some grievance between me and this man named Cheng Ziang that needs to be dealt with. How about you, Wangwang, Do as I say"
Guess what Han Zhan wants Wangwanggou to do
(end of this chapter)