Chapter 17 Chance Encounter

The door of the largest and most luxurious private room on the second floor was open.

There was a man leaning against the railing, smoking. Against the backdrop of the dark blue velvet wall covering, the man's face was as white as a ray of light.

It's hard not to attract attention.

After a while, several more men came out and surrounded the young man like stars surrounding the moon.

He could see people around him talking non-stop, and the young man listened with an indifferent expression.

Han was holding a glass wine glass in his hand, half covering his face, half squinting his eyes, his gaze fixed on the man for a long time, as if thinking about something.

Zhou Wenwen turned her head sideways, winked and smiled at Han Que, "Do you know that man? He's very handsome."

Han brushed his hair, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "Gu Ningwei."

"Is it him? Your new boss?" Seeing Han Que nodded, Zhou Wenwen took a deep breath.

Zhou Wenwen opened her eyes wide, looked over again, and after a while she turned back and sighed, "Such a stunning man is actually Gu Ningwei. God is really unfair."

Han raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What?"

"I say, it shouldn't be like that," Zhou Wenwen repeated. "Giving him wealth and such good looks, don't you think God is being unfair to others? Shouldn't a wealthy student like him be like those dandy kids in the movies, either fat and bloated, or greasy and frivolous? This one... is too handsome, and has such a great temperament."

Han couldn't help but chuckle and tapped her forehead from a distance: "Judging people by appearance is very dangerous."

Zhou Wenwen sighed: "I'm willing to take the risk of fighting this kind of person. Just thinking about it makes me feel sexy. He's handsome, rich, and if he can fall in love with me, he will definitely give me enough sense of security."

Han nodded: "You must be crazy."

Zhou Wenwen: "Yes, I'm crazy." Thinking about it, she couldn't suppress her excitement: "I don't have a chance, but Han Que might have one. Think about it, you're so beautiful, and you're his subordinate. If you have the chance to get close to him, maybe we can act out a love story of a domineering president falling in love with Cinderella. By then, all your problems will be solved..."

Han was upset by what she said. She covered her face with her hands and sneered, "Stay away from me and don't infect me with your madness."

Zhou Wenwen stared at her and encouraged her, "Don't underestimate yourself. Everything is possible."

Han remained silent.

Zhou Wenwen didn't know, but Han knew it.

Her extraordinary beauty also gave her extraordinary sensitivity.

Besides, with Gu Ningwei's performance, there was no need to use her sensitivity.

During this short period of time, he expressed his strong interest without any concealment, and even ignored the existence of Lu Xiaoping as her boyfriend. How could Han not understand his intentions?

Even a fool can understand it.

But what if she understood it? She wasn't so far from imagining that Gu Ningwei would actually fall in love with her."

She smiled and said to Zhou Wenwen, "I'm old now and don't want to play this kind of fruitless game."

She didn't dare to try it, for she was afraid that if she was not careful, her army would be completely defeated and there would be no recovery.

Zhou Wenwen: "This is not your usual style."

Han raised his eyes and asked with a smile, his tone gentle, "What is my usual style? My usual style is the three no policies."

Don't take the initiative, don't refuse, don't take responsibility.

Zhou Wenwen rolled her eyes at her and said, "Bad girl"

He couldn't help but turn around and look in the direction of Gu Ningwei again, feeling itchy and itchy, "You really don't have any ideas?"

Han coughed and jokingly said, "Woman, your unbridled lustful eyes will successfully attract people's attention."

Gu Ningwei came out of the company and attended a dinner party that had been arranged a few days ago. After the meal, he was pulled over to drink and talk about business.

During the dinner, someone asked to introduce a friend to me. He said he was an investor and had financial resources, and we were interested in talking to him.

Gu Ningwei didn't want to meet him at first, but when he thought about how Gu Zhicheng had been worried about the capital chain problem in the real estate sector during this period, he became angry and pointed at his nose and scolded him for being useless, who only knew how to spend money but not how to make money. In desperation, he agreed to meet him.

But he didn't expect that when the man saw him, he was as excited as a cat that had taken Viagra.

Gu Ningwei didn't take it seriously at first. As the young master of the Gu family had a glamorous status, he was surrounded by many such brokers. He could understand that everyone wanted to make a living.

But that person was too ignorant. He kept bragging about his own abilities and questioning Gu Ningwei about the impact of the new real estate policy on their company.

Gu Ningwei was too lazy to pay attention to her. He said a few perfunctory words and then stopped talking.

The man continued to pursue him and chatter in his ear.

Gu Ningwei found an excuse and walked out of the private room. He leaned lazily on the railing to get some fresh air and smoked a cigarette. The man followed him out again and continued to brag, saying that he was also familiar with the people in the bank and that he had participated in several recent asset merger and acquisition projects.

Gu Ningwei responded with some "hmm" and "ah" sounds, saying that he had no business dealings with the group's real estate affairs, didn't understand the situation, and had no say. He looked around for a chance to escape, and in that instant, he saw Han Que.

She was still wearing the same white shirt she had worn in the afternoon, with the collar slightly open and her curly hair loose, adding a touch of charm. She sat there talking to her female companion, sometimes angry, sometimes lazy, sometimes happy. Her lively expression was completely different from what she had been wearing in the conference room in the afternoon.

Gu Ningwei watched from afar, and was unconsciously attracted by her every frown and smile. He felt itchy in his heart and could not stand still.

He hesitated for a moment, turned around and interrupted the other person, "Sorry, I met a friend." Then he turned and left. The people behind him stood there in amazement, watching him walk down the stairs at full speed and go straight to the table of the two young ladies.

Gu Ningwei slowed down his pace only after he got closer. He adopted a leisurely posture and leaned over to look at Han Que with a kind smile. "How could it be such a coincidence that we meet again today?"

Han looked up, his eyes wide with surprise, as if he had just seen him: "Mr. Gu? Why are you here too? What a coincidence.

Gu Ningwei nodded. "I thought you were still working overtime. If I had known you were free, I would have asked you to have dinner with your friends."

The smile on his lips was sarcastic, implying that in the afternoon, Han had repeatedly used overtime as an excuse to slip away.

Han curled the corners of his lips, said nothing, lowered his head, picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and there were some wine stains on the corners of his mouth, shiny and watery.

Gu Ningwei stared at her with his dark eyes until Zhou Wenwen coughed softly, then he quietly looked away, "Are you here to play with friends?"

"Yes, no matter how busy you are at work, you need time to relax. Even robots need time to recharge." Han Que said leisurely, looking up at him intently, pointing at Zhou Wenwen and introducing her: "My good friend Zhou Wenwen." He then raised his chin and pointed at Gu Ningwei: "My boss, Mr. Gu."

Gu Ningwei glanced at Zhou Wenwen and nodded politely: "Nice to meet you."

Zhou Wenwen looked at him curiously: "Hello, Mr. Gu, is your company still hiring?"

Gu Ningwei looked at her in surprise.

Zhou Wenwen said: "With a boss as handsome as you, I am not afraid of being tired. I can work overtime in the company day and night."

Gu Ningwei raised the corner of his lips but did not answer.

Han, however, gave Zhou Wenwen a glare and lightly scolded her, "Thirteen points."

Zhou Wenwen blinked and smiled: "Mr. Gu, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Gu Ningwei smiled: "How could that be? Han Que's friends are my friends."

Zhou Wenwen went to see Han Que excitedly, but he looked calm.

Gu Ningwei found a chair and sat down, chatting with Zhou Wenwen for a while, and they added each other on WeChat. However, Han was drinking and browsing his phone, staying out of the matter.

Gu Ningwei moved his thin lips slightly and said something.

Han didn't hear clearly, frowned and turned his head away, asking in confusion.

Gu Ningwei's gaze fell on the red mole on her earlobe, like a grain of cinnabar. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he lowered his head and smiled without saying anything.

Zhou Wenwen repeated, "Boss Gu asked you, why didn't Lu Xiaoping come?"

Han was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "It's not appropriate for us girls to meet up, for him to join us."

Thanks to him mentioning Lu Xiaoping, otherwise Han would have forgotten the existence of this boyfriend.

She leaned back in the chair and said leisurely after a while, "But he will come to pick us up later."

Gu Ningwei nodded slightly, saying "Oh" as a response, and pretending to be regretful, but the cunning and smile in his eyes could not be concealed. He invited, "I have a few friends upstairs, do you want to come too?"

Han waved his hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gu. But no, we'll be leaving soon. We have to go to work early tomorrow morning."

She specifically emphasized the company, hinting at each other's identities.

Gu Ningwei understood what she meant. He was silent for a moment, but without forcing her, he waved his hand, "Okay, then you guys play. I'll go up first."

Han nodded: "Well, Mr. Gu, take care."

Only when his back disappeared under the psychedelic lights did Han breathe a sigh of relief, stand up, pick up his backpack, and say, "Let's go back."