"Yes, I was just about to call you!"
Tong Xiaohuai raised an eyebrow, "Call me?"
Yan Bo shrugged. "Yeah, I'll call you!"
Forget about letting it air out or changing strategies!
Yan Bo cursed inwardly, stepped out, and closed the door behind him.
Compared to the cacophony of shouting from the employees inside, Yanbo felt that the area outside in the corridor was quieter.
Moreover, there are some things he doesn't want to ask in front of so many people.
Tong Xiaohuai was a little surprised. He hadn't seen him for a few days, and he seemed a bit strange.
So, after taking a closer look at Yan Bo, she finally realized what was different.
"Yanbo, with your outfit, you could easily blend in with our classmates."
Yan Bo glanced at her with a half-smile, "Now it's Yan Bo again?"
He almost burst out laughing when he remembered hearing her call him Young Master Yan that day.
Tong Xiaohuai paused for a moment, then remembered that night when he invited him and Ling Qingyun to drink, and burst out laughing again.
"Doesn't Young Master Ling also call you Third Young Master Yan? I'm actually younger than you, how could I possibly address you by your name in front of him? Wouldn't that be very disrespectful?"
Tong Xiaohuai didn't dare to voice her thoughts at the time. She knew very well that those distant words would hurt people deeply.
Although she had made up her mind to keep her distance from him, when she heard Manager Shen say that he was drinking with his employees here, she ran over without thinking. All the thoughts she had told herself to stay away from him vanished in that instant.
Yan Bo didn't believe her reasoning, but since she was now willing to call him Yan Bo again, he decided to let bygones be bygones and just consider it a little girl throwing a tantrum.
"Alright, I've never felt that you respect me much. Besides, how are you and Young Master Ling the same?"
The corridor wasn't wide, so Yan Bo had to lean against the wall and stand face to face with Tong Xiaohuai.
A waiter carrying an ice bucket and beer passed by, respectfully calling out "Miss," his curious gaze involuntarily sweeping over the two of them.
Tong Xiaohuai finally realized that they looked like they were on display, and pointed to the door of the VIP room, "Are they okay playing by themselves?"
Yan Bo shook his head. "What problem could there be? As long as I'm willing to pay the bill, there's no problem."
Tong Xiaohuai nodded. "Would you be interested in coming up to my office for a visit? I do have a few bottles of rare wines, but I don't know how to appreciate them."
Yan Bo was more than happy to accept Tong Xiaohuai's suggestion. "I'm very interested! Wait for me!"
With that, he turned around, pushed open the door to the VIP room, and said to the people inside, "Di Xu, you all have a good time. I have to go now."
The people inside only saw their boss walk out, but didn't see a beautiful woman push the door open and come in, so they didn't really stop them.
"Go on, little brother, it's better to go home and rest early."
Although Di Xu did not stop him, he took the opportunity to gain some verbal advantage.
Of everyone present, even the youngest intern was twenty-three years old. Therefore, setting aside the superior-subordinate relationship, Yanbo was indeed the youngest brother in the entire company.
Yan Bo was in a good mood and didn't bother arguing with them. He waved to them and closed the door.
"I heard from Manager Shen that you're sick?"
Yan Bo stared intently at Tong Xiaohuai, but unfortunately, the corridor lights were not bright enough, and no matter how carefully he looked, he still couldn't tell whether her expression was good or bad.
“Don’t listen to his nonsense…” Tong Xiaohuai denied it outright.
It wasn't until she led him to her office upstairs, where the room was brightly lit, that he could see that her face was indeed a little pale.
"But you look really bad. Are you too busy with work?"
Tong Xiaohuai's offensive power and explosiveness on the boxing ring gave Yan Bo the illusion that Tong Xiaohuai had a very good physique. Therefore, when he talked about her being sick, he was more inclined to believe that she was actually just tired.
Tong Xiaohuai remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement with his guess. He led him into the reception room, gestured for him to sit down with a nod of his chin, and then walked towards the small bar and opened the liquor cabinet.
Yan Bo did not sit down, but followed her over. He was slightly surprised when he saw the cabinet full of collections.
"Xiao Huai, are these wines from your collection?"
Tong Xiaohuai shook her head. "How could that be? This belongs to my dad. No, actually that's not quite right either. My dad is a roughneck and doesn't understand these things at all. Strictly speaking, it belongs to my mom."
Her mother's health wasn't very good, and she stopped drinking much later on. But she knew a lot about alcohol. Her father said that several of the alcohol brands that the Tong family now distributes were recommended and approved by her mother.
Yanbo remembered that those documents indicated that Madam Tong's health was not good because she was an alcoholic.
“My mom doesn’t really dare to drink. She knows about alcohol, but she’s not a heavy drinker.” Tong Xiaohuai was facing the liquor cabinet with her back to Yan Bo, but she seemed to understand Yan Bo’s thoughts.
"So your high alcohol tolerance must be inherited from Uncle Tong, right?"
Yan Bo stood beside her, carefully examining the labels on each bottle of wine, becoming increasingly curious about Tong Xiaohuai's mother.
First, there was the rather impressive design of the chess and card room, and then there were these bottles of rare and expensive wines, all of which shrouded Tong Mama in mystery.
However, the descriptions of Tong's mother in those materials are far too few.
"Well, half of it is inherited from my dad, and half is what I learned later," Tong Xiaohuai said, turning to look at him. "Although I can drink, I don't know much about alcohol. Take a look and see which one you like, and pick one yourself?"
Tong Xiaohuai stepped aside, indicating that Yan Bo could choose for himself.
Yanbo understands wine, but he also loves wine.
Looking at this cabinet of expensive wines, I figured they must have been hard-won, and I was a little reluctant to part with them.
"Xiao Huai, the wine we drank the other day was quite good. Let's wait until Uncle Tong and the others come back before we can really enjoy these."
Yanbo could imagine how much effort Tong Laoda had put into collecting these wines.
Tong Xiaohuai, however, thought differently. “My mom doesn’t drink, but my dad drinks everything in big gulps. For him, this isn’t as exciting as a bottle of sorghum liquor. So, take whichever you want to drink.”
Yan Bo insisted, "Xiao Huai, drinking these kinds of wine is all about the atmosphere. Let's skip it today!"
Tong Xiaohuai glanced at him sideways, "Oh, Young Master Yan, tell me, what kind of atmosphere is needed when drinking these kinds of wines?"
Yan Bo stared at her. "Of course, it's about the romantic atmosphere..."
Tong Xiaohuai hadn't expected him to be so blunt. A wave of heat suddenly washed over her, and she quickly turned her head away to avoid his piercing gaze.
Her almost shy reaction pleased Yan Bo greatly. He raised his hand to rest on the wall of the liquor cabinet and asked gently, "So, do you really want to drink? We can find another suitable place to drink."
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