Song Ci sat elegantly on the sofa, knitting a sweater with two needles in her hands, and her immersion in it was surprisingly beautiful. Meanwhile, Han Zhan sat at his desk, wearing glasses, and 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 kind of scene do you hope to see when you push open the door?"
Li Li wisely didn't answer the provocative question. He changed the subject and pointed at the sweater that was already taking shape on Song Ci's legs. With an envious expression, he said, "Sister-in-law, this is a sweater you knitted for Mr. Han, right? Mr. Han is so kind, and sister-in-law is so virtuous."
Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly touched the leg of his glasses and didn't say anything.
Li Li realized something was wrong. If this had happened in the past, Han Zhan's tail would have been up in the air.
Song Ci looked back at Han Zhan, who looked a little jealous. She then looked down at the sweater on her legs and said with a smile, "I'm going back to my hometown in Shunchen City next week. This one is for my grandfather, and I'll knit another one for Brother Han in a couple of days."
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. It makes Han Ge look easygoing and warm. I like men who look gentle and reliable."
Han Zhan: "I also think white suits me." Han Zhan is like a fence-sitter, he goes whichever way the wind of Song porcelain blows.
Li Li regretted coming in to seek trouble. "You guys continue, I have a hard life and have to go out to accompany my partners." Li Li quickly turned around and left.
As soon as Li Li left, Song Ci turned back to look at Han Zhan. Seeing Han Zhan drinking his health tea, she felt sorry for Li Li's miserable life. "Brother Han, you're being so mean. Manager Li works like a slave for the company, while you're just enjoying yourself."
Han Zhan put down the thermos cup and said expressionlessly, "Caring for the disabled is everyone's responsibility."
Song Ci was so angry that she laughed.
At noon, Song Ci and Han Zhan went to the seventh floor for lunch. After returning to the office, Song Ci went into Han Zhan's small room to take a nap. Han Zhan did not sleep, he sat in the office to handle affairs.
The internal line suddenly rang. Han Zhan picked up the phone and heard the receptionist say in a clear voice, "Mr. Han, there's a girl named Han looking for you."
Han Zhan shrunk and hid the contract containing the planning proposal, then replied to the receptionist: "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 had small dreadlocks, a dirty pink hat, and a dirty pink hip-hop style jacket.
Han Wangwang, clutching a black backpack, sat on the sofa where Song Ci had been. As soon as he sat down, he said, "Uncle, the guy at the front desk at your company is really handsome. He looks a lot like my boyfriend, Wang Junkai. Very handsome. Can you give me his WeChat ID?"
Han Zhan refused without mercy: "There is no clause about selling oneself for personal gain in my employee contract."
Han Wangwang stuck out her tongue. "Then I'll go get it myself later." Frustrated by not getting the WeChat ID, she leaned back on the sofa, her whole body languid and almost falling apart, like a salted fish with no ambitions.
Han Zhan suddenly tapped on the keyboard. Hearing the noise, Han Wangwang opened his eyes, looked at Han Zhan listlessly, and asked weakly, "Uncle, you called me here, is there something you want to talk to me about?"
Han Zhan glanced at Han Wangwang with displeasure from his gray-blue eyes, and said in a displeased tone, "Speak a little more quietly."
Han Wangwang was stunned. She looked around the office and didn't see anyone else, which seemed odd. "No one else is here, are you afraid of being overheard?" Han Wangwang's eyes subconsciously drifted to Han Zhan's desk.
"Uncle, there's no one hiding under your table, is there?" Han Wangwang saw a lot of random things, and a lot of dirty stuff flashed through his mind.
Han Zhan sneered and mocked her: "The laundry detergent your aunt bought recently has excellent stain removal ability. If you are free one day, come to our house and I will ask your aunt to help you cleanse your brain."
Han Wangwang opened his mouth and muttered dissatisfiedly, "My little aunt should be the first to clean up..."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, unable to refute.
His daughter Cibao's brain is indeed a bit dirty.
Han Zhan coughed uncomfortably and tilted his head to look at the closed door of the nap room on the side. Then he told Han Wangwang, "Your cousin is taking a nap in there."
Han Wangwang suddenly realized, nodded quickly, and whispered, "Yes, sir." She dropped her bag, stood up and walked to Han Zhan's desk, squatted down beside his desk, tilted her head and watched Han Zhan work.
Her cousin looked so handsome when he was silent, but when he spoke, his vicious face made people want to hit him.
After admiring his cousin's handsome face for a while, Han Wangwang asked him again, "Uncle, what's going on?"
Han Zhan turned the computer around and pointed the screen at Han Wangwang. "Do you know this guy?"
Han Wangwang glanced at the computer screen and saw a handsome man with a veiled look of violence. Han Wangwang nodded expressionlessly. "I know him. His last name is Cheng. He's been harassing me lately."
Han Wangwang didn't know what her cousin was asking about Cheng Ziang, so she asked Han Zhan in confusion, "What's wrong with this guy? Is there something wrong with him?"
Han Zhan said: "His name is Cheng Ziang, and he is the second young master of the Chuandong Group."
Han Wangwang nodded again: "I know."
"Is he pursuing you?" Han Zhan asked again.
Han Wangwang pouted, very self-aware, and said: "He just wants to pick me up."
Han Zhan was relieved to see that she was aware of the extent of her charm. "You know he just wants to seduce you. It seems you are not that stupid."
Hearing this, Han Wangwang rolled his eyes at him.
"Don't glare at me, it's rude." Han Zhan stretched out his left hand, placed his palm on Han Wangwang's forehead, and turned her face to the other side.
Staring at Han Wangwang's profile, Han Zhan threw out the bait: "Do me a favor. After this is done, I will persuade your father to agree to let you study at Southern Medical University."
Han Wangwang slapped Han Zhan's hand away, raised his head, stared at Han Zhan with bright eyes, and exclaimed in surprise, "Really!"
"Speak softly." Han Zhan disliked Han Wangwang's loud voice.
The sky is big, the earth is big, but my wife’s sleep is the biggest.
Han Wangwang quickly closed his mouth and made the motion of closing a zipper.
Han Wangwang has a high IQ and a talent for math, so her father hopes she'll become a mathematician or scientist. But Han Wangwang isn't interested in that; she'd rather be a military doctor.
Han Wangwang reached out his hand and carefully tugged at Han Zhan's clothes. Like a lackey, he acted like a good boy to Han Zhan: "Uncle, tell me what you want me to do. As long as it's not murder or arson, I dare you to do it!"
Han Zhan patted Han Wangwang's shoulder gently like a loving elder and whispered to her, "Look, there's a grudge between me and this man named Cheng Ziang that needs to be settled. Wangwang, you, do as I say..."
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