Han Jingnian said these four words in no hurry: "Golden House Hidden Beauty."
"Golden House Hidden Beauty?"
Zhang Te felt that he’d just been sucker punched into utter desolation.
Boss Han was too ruthless! Suddenly, compared to the Chen bank president from earlier, Han seed formidable.
The bank president Chen, who was choked by Han’s comnt, paused for a mont before speaking: "Looks like Mrs. Han is a rarely seen beauty, otherwise, Boss Han, you wouldn’t have kept her such a secret... co, let toast to you with tea instead of wine..."
Han Jingnian looked at the teacup that President Chen had handed to him, he paused for a second, then picked up the teacup: "Sorry, I can’t drink either, my wife’s on dication, she doesn’t drink."
What does Mrs. Han abstaining from alcohol have to do with Boss Han?
The first thought that ca to Zhang Te was this.
Three seconds later, he understood, and then his heart began to bleed little by little.
Since Mrs. Han is on dication and shouldn’t drink, then Boss Han also stopped drinking, aning, he didn’t want to risk kissing her after drinking and causing her to indirectly consu alcohol?
Zhang Te, who understood the situation, wanted to say three words to Han Jingnian: Bravo!
At this mont, he really felt that compared to showing off his wife, Chen wasn’t the supre man in Beijing!
After Chen and Han Jingnian had toasted their cups of tea, Chen asked: "Boss Han, is Mrs. Han in poor health?"
"No," Han Jingnian replied calmly after setting down his teacup, "We’re trying for a baby."
Zhang Te really wanted to slam his hand on the table and howl a few tis like a dog.
Could they show so consideration for the feelings of us bachelors? Also, these two top dogs were sparring, why did every move have to involve him, an innocent bystander?!
President Chen: "Good news, good news, after Boss Han brought this up, I rembered that our ngng got pregnant while we were at the Four Seasons Hotel in Chiang Mai, Thailand..."
Thailand?
With these two words tunneling into Zhang Te’s ears, his wine glass, which he was lifting, fell onto the table with a "thud".
Han Jingnian and President Chen simultaneously turned to look at Zhang Te.
Under the gaze of the two bigwigs, Zhang Te quickly said with a smile: "I’m sorry, my hand slipped, you guys continue..."
With that, he called the waiter over to help him clean up.
Han Jingnian and President Chen again took up the mantle of quarrelling about their wives.
Zhang Te leaned back in his chair, seemingly watching the waiter clean the table, but his thoughts were drifting far away.
...
Around nine thirty, the dinner with President Chen ended.
Zhang Te drove, while Han Jingnian sat in the back seat busy with his laptop, and two takeaway boxes were placed on the seat next to him.
Everything seed harmonious until they were nearing the underground parking lot. Han Jingnian, as if suddenly rembering sothing, closed his laptop and asked: "I don’t have to go on a business trip next week, do I?"
"Yes, Boss Han." Zhang Te paused and asked, "Why?"
"On Monday, arrange all my etings as video conferences... and then book two flights for , to Thailand, Tuesday evening..."
Before Han Jingnian could finish his sentence, Zhang Te stepped on the car’s brakes abruptly.
Han Jingnian lurched forward a bit, turning his forehead into a frown.
"Boss Han, I’m sorry, that was my mistake..." said Zhang Te, as he composed himself and stepped on the accelerator again.
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