Qingfeng Garden.
In the master bedroom, Jing Huai slowly turned his wine glass and his Adam's apple moved slightly.
"Huaizhi, I think you should take the initiative." Du Jianzhou rested his elbow on the side of the sofa and spoke slowly.
Jing Huaizhi raised his glass and drank the wine in his hand.
"Your love rival is more proactive than you, I can see it." Du Jianzhou joked casually while chewing on his cigarette.
"Is there anyone else who pursues girls like you?" He seemed to be holding back his anger when he said this.
Jing Huaizhi placed the cup in his hand gently on the glass coffee table and glanced sideways at him: "You are so experienced, why are you still alone now?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly and his face felt relaxed.
Du Jianzhou closed his eyes deeply, his lips moved but he couldn't say a word.
It has been two months since Zhuli was discharged from the hospital. Jing Huaizhi helped her take leave in advance and even paid the hospitalization fee in order to let her rest peacefully.
Because he understands Zhuli's obsession with money.
In the back seat of the Bentley, Zhuli rolled his eyes and kept his body still.
She was holding back what she wanted to say, such as: Can you put me down in front, and I can go back and pack my things myself.
Or can we discuss it again? I live very well at Ren Xingyan's house.
Also, do I still have a chance to run away from home?
"After you go back, you should pay more attention to rest and avoid strenuous exercise. If you don't have time in the morning, I will reimburse you for the taxi fare."
Jing Huaizhi lightly opened his red lips and gave serious instructions.
Zhuli listened in one ear and out the other, not hearing a word he said at all. Her mind was full of planning how to persuade him.
Wait, what did he say?
"Boss, what do you mean..." Her eyes sparkled and she quickly turned her body around.
I wish I could hear him say it again.
But Jing Huaizhi didn't give her such a chance. He picked up a magazine and flipped through it without saying anything.
When the car stopped smoothly at the entrance of Ren Xingyan's community, his cell phone rang.
The driver opened Zhuli's door and put his palm on the roof of the car to signal her to get out of the car.
She lowered her back and stepped forward with her left foot first, then stopped and scratched her nose and looked back at the man who was on the phone.
He didn't seem to be looking at her.
Zhuli curled her lips and got out of the car confidently.
The driver sat back in the driver's seat and seemed to be driving away. The people in the back seat had no intention of getting out.
She couldn't help but frown: it seemed that he was just talking, but fortunately she no longer had to think about how to deal with him.
Zhuli didn't wait for the car to drive away and walked into the community. Suddenly, a lazy and attractive male voice came from behind: "Zhuli."
She turned around and met Jing Huaizhi's bright black eyes: "Boss, do you have any other instructions?"
There was a flash of surprise in her eyes. The rear window was lowered more than half, but the person in the car still kept talking on the phone.
"Good night." Jing Huaizhi's deep and magnetic voice made Zhuli dizzy.
"Ah?" She was confused. Isn't this afternoon?
"Say it in advance." Jing Huaizhi waved his hand to her to say goodbye.
Zhuli watched the car drive away without wondering why Jing Huaizhi said good night to her at this time.
The next day.
Operations.
"Are you interested in this new product launch project?" Qiao Jue smiled lightly and his voice was clear in the office.
Zhuli nodded. She hadn't been to the company for more than two months and she thought she would be completely unable to keep up with the company's rhythm.
Qiao Jue pushed the folder in front of her in front of her: "Accompany me to meet with President Song of Yum Brands tonight to talk about Rheinland's large-screen placement."
There were a series of question marks on her face. Shouldn't this be Jing Huaizhi's business? How could it be left to her?
"Okay." Zhuli leaned down and gently picked up the folder on the desktop and took it out the door.
Dark night fell, and the gentle moonlight spread freely on the streets, exuding a hint of chill.
Longxing Hall on the fifth floor of Jufu Hotel.
Qiao Jue walked in front, and Zhuli followed him a little nervously. After all, it was the first time to socialize.
"If Mr. Song makes you drink in a while, you will say you are allergic to alcohol."
Qiao Jue paused and spoke very quickly without thinking.
She pursed her lips lightly and agreed.
The door was pushed open, and Zhuli's eyes were directly attracted to the person sitting opposite him.
"Didn't you say it's Mr. Song?" She tugged on the corner of Qiao Jue's clothes and asked in a low voice.
"Ah, I didn't say that."
Qiao Jue also felt baffled. Didn't Mr. Jing say that he would be solely responsible for this project? Come anyway.
Jing Huai's eyelashes drooped slightly, even though he was feeling very unhappy, he didn't show it on his face.
This was the first time the two met after she was discharged from the hospital, although it was only one day apart.
"Mr. Jing, Mr. Song." Qiao Jue bowed slightly and greeted politely.
Jing Huaizhi nodded in response without looking at Zhuli behind him.
Zhuli sat down next to Qiao Jue, and as soon as he raised his head, his eyes collided with Jing Huaizhi opposite.
"It's been a long time since it was so lively." Mr. Song sighed, stroking his thinning hair.
Qiao Jue couldn't stop nodding after hearing this, but he didn't know how to answer the question, so he could only get up and pour him wine.
"Mr. Song, Manager Qiao is here today to talk to you about business." Jing Huaizhi went straight to the point without going around the bush.
Song Lang's face darkened a bit, "Mr. Jing, you are really impatient."
He pretended to give him a step, but in his heart he had already sentenced this cooperation to death.
"Mr. Song, let me toast you." Seeing this, Qiao Jue quickly raised his glass and stood up.
He didn't quite understand what Jing Huaizhi meant. Wasn't he asking for cooperation? Why do you treat Party A with such an attitude?
Song Lang raised his wine glass casually, not paying attention to Qiao Jue at all.
Zhuli's eyes dimmed, it's over! Isn't it a shame to cooperate?
"Mr. Song, I'd like to toast you too." She poured a full glass from the wine bottle next to Qiao Jue and looked at him with a bright smile.
Song Lang has always known how to cherish the beauty, so he naturally has a different attitude when facing a beautiful woman to toast him.
He stood up and drank all the wine in the glass. In Qiao Jue's opinion, he was already very proud.
After drinking, Song Lang's malicious eyes never left her.
"It's your turn, beauty." He smiled eerily, and his eyes seemed to eat her into his stomach.
Qiao Jue touched her feet under the table and reminded her to drink less, because he knew that as soon as he started this, it would be far more than just this glass of wine.
Zhuli could feel someone rubbing her feet under the table, and she moved her gaze to the opposite side.
The person opposite was holding the food as if nothing had happened, showing no concern at all.
She raised her head and imitated Song Lang's behavior and sighed.
After finishing a glass of wine, Zhuli's feet were unsteady and she staggered twice. Fortunately, Qiao Jue had the foresight to hold her behind her.
She then sat back down without incident.
I thought it would end here, but I didn't expect Song Lang to pour another glass of wine carelessly.
"It's no fun drinking like this, right beauty?" He winked at Zhuli obscenely.
Everyone present was waiting with bated breath for his next words, except Jing Huaizhi.
