Standing on the stage from left to right were Jiang Guchuan, Cheng Yanmo, Han Zhan, and Yan Jiang. The order in which they stood determined the order in which they would recite.
Jiang Guchuan was a handsome young man with a scholarly air. His light blue suit made him look youthful and handsome. The microphone amplified his gentle voice, and he delivered the eulogy with powerful force.
The second person to recite was Cheng Yanmo. Beneath his silver-rimmed glasses, Cheng Yanmo appeared to be a man of low-key dignity. Unlike Jiang Guchuan's gentle, spring-like voice, Cheng Yanmo's voice was cold, like cool spring water dripping on smooth stone, its sonorous tone carrying a chill.
But Cheng Yanmo wasn't the focus of everyone's attention tonight. The person who truly caught everyone's attention was the man standing in the third position. That man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and even wearing a white handmade sweater, he exuded a powerful aura.
Years after his military retirement, Han Zhan still sports a buzz cut. Beneath this buzz cut, his brow bones are high and sharp. Han Zhan has a pair of thick, dark, sword-like eyebrows that appear sharp and intimidating from a distance, yet he possesses a pair of tender blue eyes that reveal a deep and gentle gaze into the camera.
In terms of facial features, the four people on the stage all have their own style, but when captured from the side, Han Zhan's facial lines are three-dimensional, which makes him appear more powerful.
"It's late at night. Listen, whose child is crying and calling for mother..." Han Zhan's voice was very low and very magnetic. As soon as he opened his mouth, the young girls in the audience excitedly covered their ears with their hands, thinking: My ears are going to be pregnant.
If ears could get pregnant, Song Ci would have given birth to a football team for Han Zhan by now.
They had only heard Han Zhan's voice as he recited with great concentration, and she had only heard the panting sound of him leaning against her back in the dead of night, sighing with satisfaction. She had only heard the choking sound of his voice as he cried.
Six minutes later, the four handsome men quietly left the stage, while the audience below was still whispering about Han Zhan's identity, appearance, and voice.
At 12:15, the party ended.
Song Ci waited until everyone else had left before she stood up with her bag.
Turning around, Song Ci saw Han Zhan standing at the exit door. He was still wearing the panda sweater she had knitted herself. When he looked at her, his eyes were gentle. After doing something wrong, Han Zhan didn't dare to look at Song Ci directly.
He wanted to move closer to her, but he didn't have the courage to lift his leg.
Song Ci held the edge of her skirt and walked in front of Han Zhan. She was wearing high heels and had to slightly tilt her head back to look directly into Han Zhan's eyes.
Song Ci: "After tonight, everyone will know who you are."
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's red lips and charming eyes, and said, "No matter who I am, I am just your husband." He carefully stretched out his right hand and gently pinched Song Ci's left hand with his leather glove.
Song Ci could shake off Han Zhan's left hand expressionlessly, but she would never be willing to take away Han Zhan's right hand.
Han Zhan knew how much Song Ci loved him. He tried to get closer to Song Ci, lowered his head slightly, and whispered in Song Ci's ear: "Cibao, the floor of the study is so hard. Tonight, I want to go back to my room to sleep."
No one knew that the glamorous and domineering President Han slept on the floor of his study every night.
After a few days of silence, Song Ci's anger had almost subsided. She said, "You can sleep on the bed, but don't sleep on me."
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, a little disappointed, but quickly cheered up. "Okay!"
The two walked out hand in hand. When they were almost at the exit, Han Zhan pulled Song Ci to the underground first floor. "There might be reporters outside. Let's go to the basement garage." Han Zhan's recitation performance tonight was equivalent to announcing his identity to everyone.
Everyone could see that Zeus International was about to surpass Chuandong International and become the leading domestic enterprise. And Han Zhan, standing atop that giant, was naturally the center of attention. Tonight, countless media outlets, hearing the news, rushed out to interview Han Zhan.
The two came to the underground garage and got into Liang Bo's car.
Liang Bo had received the news a long time ago and knew that Mr. Han would take his car to avoid reporters tonight.
After Han Zhan and Song Ci got in the car, Liang Bo immediately handed the WeChat message he had just received to Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, look at this photo. There really is a group of reporters blocking the door."
Han Zhan glanced casually at Liang Bo's phone. The photo should have been taken by Liang Bo's agent. Sure enough, there were more than a dozen fully armed reporters crowded at the exit.
Song Ci said: "It was a close call, luckily we went to the underground garage."
"Let's go."
Liang Bo sat in the passenger seat, and his assistant was driving. Han Zhan's eyes repeatedly scanned Song Ci and Liang Bo, but neither of them noticed Han Zhan's expression, one was browsing Weibo, the other was dozing off.
"Liang Bo."
The boy, who was busy browsing Weibo, suddenly heard Han Zhan calling him. He turned around and looked at Han Zhan, his slightly curly hair covering his sparkling eyes. "Mr. Han, do you have any instructions?"
Han Zhan tilted his head to glance at the sleeping Song Ci, and asked softly, "Mr. Liang, our Song Ci is very beautiful, isn't she?" His voice sounded very light and gentle, but his gray-blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.
Liang Bo was no longer the idiot he used to be. Han Zhan's words sounded nonsensical, but he understood what Han Zhan meant. Liang Bo had a strong desire to survive. He nodded and said, "Mrs. Han is of course beautiful. She is a perfect match for Mr. Han."
Seeing that Liang Bo understood his hint, Han Zhan's expression was no longer so gloomy, but a little brighter.
"Since you know she is Mrs. Han, you should know how to avoid suspicion in private." God knows how upset he felt when he saw the photo of Song Ci and Liang Bo leaning against each other, smiling brightly, on Bei Zhan's phone.
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