After I came out, I didn’t see my parents. I thought I had escaped and was very happy.

Now my brain is not enough, and I forget it in the blink of an eye. When I see Han Chudong, I ask him incoherently: "You saw my parents again?"

"No, that was just a white lie. Come with me now, or I swear I will tell your family what you did tonight and won't let you go out for at least a month!"

Han Chudong was in the cold wind, and he stretched out his hand to support Emma, ​​and asked, "Where are we going later? Should I take you home after you sober up a little? Or should I find a fast food restaurant to take you to eat something first?"

"I can't... Ugh! I can't go home! When I left, I told them I was sleeping at a friend's house tonight. I'll sleep at your place! I'm very sleepy..."

So drunk that only a trace of rationality remains.

He had no doubt that if he hadn't come back, Emma might have been taken home by the white young man to "watch a movie" tonight.

At this moment, Han Chudong was both annoyed and helpless. He had to consider how to solve the trouble he had brought upon himself.

It seems inappropriate to send her to a hotel. She might be reported by someone as soon as she enters the room. If she stays alone in the room, there is a worry that something might happen to her because of drinking too much.

After a brief consideration, I felt that this rebellious girl needed more discipline, so that she would not continue to make wrong choices and go astray in the future.

I have no choice but to be the bad guy.

He supported Emma and called the security guard, asking him to find someone to drive with him. After the designated driver came, he stood on the roadside and hailed a taxi, letting her go in first.

When she told the driver the address, she made a fuss for a while, as if she was drunk and confused, but she soon forgot about it and lay on the car door, mumbling something.

The taxi driver looked at Emma, ​​then looked seriously at Han Chudong.

Just as I was about to explain the situation, I heard the driver say, "If you vomit in my car, you will be charged an extra $20 for the car wash."

Han Chudong breathed a sigh of relief, made an OK gesture, and took a taxi home.

After arriving at the destination, he rang the doorbell and asked Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence to come out, saying that he saw her on the road and helped her back.

Accept the thanks and don't worry about the rest.

After paying the designated driver fee, I went home, took a quick shower, and fell asleep...

Thanksgiving Day.

Baofeng Electric Appliances will continue to operate, and the ninth and tenth stores will be renovated after the holidays and open on the first of next year.

Mango Toy Company is temporarily on holiday. Han Chudong doesn't care about Thanksgiving, but the agents want to celebrate the holiday and will deal with business matters after the holiday.

The OEM factories around Chinatown, including several garment factories, are still working hard to prepare stocks and are ready to clear all orders from agents before Christmas.

First, he hired a more capable human resources manager, and then recruited some talents through HR through interviews. Now he no longer has to do everything by himself, and Han Chudong's pressure has been reduced, but he still earns as much money.

The reason why he is still busy is that he is not satisfied and has started trying to enter the fields of dry batteries and beauty products.

The preparation stage is the most energy-consuming, and the market development period is also busy. Before an excellent management team is built, there is no way to let go.

Thanksgiving morning.

The sunlight poured into the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I could faintly hear a puppy barking and people talking downstairs.

Han Chudong was awakened by force.

In a daze, I saw Miss Emma Lawrence standing by the bed with a face full of gnashing teeth and looking angry. When she saw Han Chudong open his eyes, she lowered her voice and said, "You traitor! Thank you for taking me home. From now on, until school starts, I won't get any pocket money, and I can't go out alone!"

"…It's not my fault. You were the one crying and wanted to come back last night. I had no choice but to take a taxi with you. Did you forget?"

Han Chudong pulled the quilt up.

He was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. As a man, he would naturally have a physiological reaction early in the morning. There were strangers in the room, so it was always better to be careful.

This is a bet that Emma drank too much and couldn't remember what happened last night.

The girl from the next-door neighbor's house really couldn't remember the details. She was so drunk that she lost her memory. Relying on the little bit of her fragmentary memory, she came to the door to demand an explanation.

Seeing Han Chudong's innocence and calmness, he couldn't help but start to doubt whether he remembered it wrongly. With doubt in his eyes, he asked, "Really? I want to come back by myself so that my parents can find a reason to punish me?"

"It sounds a little unbelievable, right? But it's the truth. I warned you that it's easy to do stupid things when you're drunk. So, why did you come to my room? What time is it?"

After saying that, he picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was only 8:10 in the morning, and Han Chudong continued to lie down and doze off. There wasn't much to deal with today, so it didn't matter if he was lazy.

Emma was still struggling, and casually told him, "I said I wanted to personally thank you for sending me home last night, so your family let me in. The interior structure is exactly the same as my home, but the decoration style is a little different. This place used to belong to my relatives, and I used to come here for dinner often."

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The businessman who bought a small piece of land from the church and built these single-family houses was named Lawrence. He divided the houses among his children, and Emma's father was one of them.

In this light, it is not surprising that her father can drive an Aston Martin DB5. After all, his starting point is much higher than that of ordinary people. The conditions of several neighbors around him are all good, which can be seen from their clothes and cars.

Although the Han family is Asian, until now, no neighbor has dared to look down on them. After all, there is a brand new Rolls-Royce parked in front of their house. This "business card" worth tens of thousands of dollars is very important.

“Well, the mystery is solved, it’s really your own fault.

I'm going to change my clothes. Go home and have fun. Take my advice, don't hang out with your friends from last night, especially when that group of young people are around."

If you do it right, it may save her life. A young girl in adolescence has not yet developed a sound set of values.

Han Chudong knew that such words were unpleasant to hear, but someone had to say them. If the other person was an adult, he would not bother to waste his words.

Emma nodded and walked out the door.

When I turned around and was about to say something when I was about to go out, I saw him getting out of bed.

She noticed that she had a great figure, which made her face slightly red. She swallowed back what she wanted to say and fled in a hurry.

I usually study in a girls' school, so I don't have many opportunities to interact with boys. It's true that I like to play, and my nature is still very simple...

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Han Yigun has a day off today and made an appointment with his friends to go fishing.

At this time, he took a few letters and placed them in front of Han Chudong, saying, "There is a letter from the bank inside. Is it to remind you that you should pay back your mortgage?"

"It's possible. I'll see later. Anyway, there's enough money in my bank account, and it will be automatically deducted when due."

Han Chudong drank porridge and read the newspaper. After breakfast, he started to open letters.

I accidentally discovered that the sender's name on the cover of one of the letters was "H.B.", and I immediately thought of Miss Helena Bergman.

Surprised, I hastily tore open the envelope...