The female president is very busy. She has to work and socialize every day. Before going to bed at night, she has to listen to international news while doing skin care.
Han Jun was quite tired after working all day. She lay on the nursing bed, covered only with a pure white bath towel.
The slender beauty master washed her hands and used them to massage Han Jun's tired body. The beautician's fingers were very soft, but her hands were very strong. Under her massage, Han Jun gradually relaxed, and as she relaxed, the fatigue was overwhelmed.
Gradually, the voice of the news announcer began to become blurred.
Just as Han Jun was about to fall asleep, the phone on the small table beside him rang. It was Han Jun's personal phone. No matter how busy or late it was, as long as this phone rang, Han Jun would answer it immediately.
When Han Jun heard the ringtone, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with wisdom and sharpness that could not be concealed.
The beautician saw this and quickly stopped what she was doing. She respectfully picked up the phone and handed it to Han Jun. Han Jun glanced at her sideways before extending his slender index and middle fingers and picking up the phone like a cigarette.
Seeing the name 'brother', Han Jun quickly answered the phone, "Brother."
The beautician saw the sharpness and indifference in Han Jun's eyes instantly turn into tenderness. After she guessed the other party's identity, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Han Jun is her top VIP customer service representative. She alone can support the entire beauty salon. Similarly, Han Jun is also her most difficult customer to deal with. Every time she serves Han Jun, the beautician has to be extremely alert, for fear of offending this customer.
Because she was so good at observing people's expressions, the beautician knew that this difficult-to-serve lady would only show the tenderness and affection that only ordinary women would show when facing her fiancé.
Han Jun's cold voice echoed in the spacious and quiet lounge. "Come to Wangdong? I'm at home, of course, in my house where I live alone. Do you want to come over?"
"Okay, I'll wait for you to come over."
After Han Jun took over the company, she moved out. Her solitary residence was very close to the Yulong Building, only a fifteen-minute drive away, much closer than Yulong Mountain. Han Miao still lived at home, but she mostly stayed with Li Ao in the villa halfway up the mountain. Whenever she came back to Wangdongcheng after school, she would stay at Han Jun's place for a few years, eating and drinking for free without any pressure.
After Han Jun hung up the phone, she said to the beautician, "Go on."
"Okay, Mr. Han."
The beautician took out a mud mask and applied it to Han Jun, then continued with a belly and chest massage. A moment later, the sound of a car wheel rolling could be heard downstairs, but it soon stopped.
The beautician pricked up her ears and vaguely heard the sound of a car door opening and closing. She stole a glance at the woman beneath her and noticed that Han Jun's ears moved. She looked away and continued to care for Han Jun's legs.
Soon, there was the sound of steady footsteps approaching from outside. Then, without saying hello, the person pushed open the door of the lounge.
The beautician didn't dare turn around. She only heard a charming male voice behind her. The person said, "Mr. Han, are you sure you want to greet me in such a grand manner?"
After Han Jun took over Zeus International, Han Jun was successfully promoted from "little friend" to "Little President Han" in Xu Qian's eyes.
Mr. Han asked the beautician, "How long will it take?"
This is to drive her away.
"It'll be ready soon." The beautician washed Han Jun's face, applied skincare products, and then neatly packed up her things. She said goodbye and left with her gear. Throughout the whole process, Xu Qian didn't leave, remaining seated on the sofa nearby.
Han Jun opened her eyes and saw Xu Qian's white Tang suit and the shabby, worn cloth shoes on his feet. She immediately frowned and said with disdain, "It's ugly."
Xu Qian immediately stood up and took off his Tang suit jacket in front of Han Jun, revealing his well-dressed upper body. He asked Han Jun, "Which piece of clothing do you like me to wear?"
Han Jun stood up and tied the bath towel.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her long legs dangling over it and swaying as she said to Xu Qian, "There's a light blue casual shirt on the hanger in the third row from the left in the cloakroom, and a pair of black suit pants on the trouser rack. Choose your own shoes."
"good."
Xu Qian went to the locker room as if he knew the place well. He found the spot in the third row that Han Jun had mentioned and changed into his clothes. He had just buttoned his trousers when he heard the clacking of slippers.
It was Han Jun who came in.
After entering the dressing room, Han Jun went directly to the women's clothing area.
Xu Qian stood at the door of the locker room and waited for a while, then he heard the sound of high heels. He looked up at the locker room door and saw Han Jun standing there wearing a dark purple halter-neck, waist-hugging long dress.
The skirt was very long, almost reaching the ground, and the high slit revealed a pair of straight, slender legs. Her skin was snow-white, and the dark purple fabric wrapped around her fair body was so beautiful that it shocked the eyes.
Xu Qian forced himself to look away and walked towards the living room downstairs, with Han Jun following closely behind him.
After walking down the stairs and taking a few steps, Xu Qian heard Han Jun say, "Brother, my heels are too high."
Xu Qian stopped, turned around, and looked at the graceful and cool woman standing on the staircase. He resigned himself to his fate and walked to Han Jun's side. He bent down, hugged Han Jun in his arms, and carried her down the stairs.
As we walked, he asked, "Why are you wearing such high heels at home?"
Han Jun put his arm around his neck and said frankly, "Of course it's for you to see."
Xu Qian placed her on the spotless floor of the living room. He extended a handsome index finger, tapped Han Jun's forehead, and said with a smile, "In my eyes, you look good in whatever you wear. Don't suffer this next time."
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