After the high-level meeting, Mr. Han returned to the president's office and rested for a while before having such a high-intensity meeting. Xuebao's mind was a little wandering.
My physical strength can’t keep up...
"President, Director Zhang invited some ladies from the public relations department to the office for tea today. I eavesdropped outside the door. They were laughing very loudly and occasionally whispering. They seemed to be chatting about very hot topics."
Dai Meng was a little angry and made a report.
Before leaving, Brother Zhang also said that he would bring a gift for himself.
As a result, I came back empty-handed.
A man's mouth is a liar.
Mengmeng doesn’t want to cover for Brother Zhang anymore, so she will die!
"Oh." Mr. Han took a sip of beef with a cold face and said calmly. "It's true that he went to Yanjing for a long time this time. It's normal for those vixens to miss him."
After that, she changed the subject and said: "Mengmeng, I am not telling you that you should be relaxed and relaxed towards men. You should not blindly suppress or suffocate men. Such a marriage will not last long."
Dai Meng was startled, and twitched his mouth: "President, Brother Zhang is just eating grass from the side of the house..."
Mr. President, what's going on?
After a trip to Yanjing and back, why are you so tolerant of Brother Zhang?
Normally, she might have committed suicide herself!
"You're a man," Mr. Han said with a shrug. "It's inevitable to have fun occasionally. Besides, at least the grass on the edge of the nest knows the roots. It's healthy and green. It's better than picking wild flowers, right?"
"Mengmeng, let me tell you some common sense about marriage. Sometimes a man goes out to relax and don't have to be so nervous. If he knows how to go home and doesn't bring any messy diseases home, it proves that he still has you in his heart."
"——"
Dai Mengren was dumbfounded.
Mr. President, what's going on?
I used to be pretty good at boxing.
The boxing skills are very exquisite...
Why are you so bottomless now?
"Is there anything else?" Mr. Han glanced at Dai Meng lightly.
I really don’t like how cute this Chacha is.
You are obviously angry that Brother Zhang didn’t bring you a souvenir or invite you to tea after returning to Binhai, so you want to use this CEO to stand up for you?
dream.
After driving away Dai Meng who was full of bad tempers, Mr. Han sent a WeChat message to Brother Zhang in a consultative tone: "Brother Zhang, please calm down a little. Why did you invite so many young ladies to the office just after you came back? If you do this, I will be too busy.
No face? Even Dai Meng complained to me."
"I know, pay attention next time."
After Brother Zhang got feedback on the salty and fishy soy milk newly developed by the kitchen, he sent the lady from the public relations department away and sent another WeChat message to Mr. Han: "I have a date with Brother Xiao for a drink tonight. You can take the company car by yourself."
Go back to Han’s house to be with the little old lady, I need to use the car.”
"I know." Mr. Han curled his lips and replied resentfully. "Drink less. I asked grandma's personal chef to stew tonic for you to save some space."
"There's so much bullshit, it's annoying." It was followed by a picture of a blood-stained sword.
Even though I was scolded.
But Mr. Han is very down-to-earth.
Compared to the general, his way of getting along is a bit distant and unfamiliar.
Mr. Han even liked Brother Zhang's tricks.
I'm a bit mean-mouthed, but I'm better at being down-to-earth and truthful...
In the evening.
As soon as Xuebao got off the company car and returned to Han's house, the little old lady who was waiting eagerly at the door raised her voice, sharp and nasty: "Hey, which housewife is this back to her parents' home? Look at her legs.
, almost walking eight steps."
Mr. Han almost hit the little old lady in the face with the gift he was carrying: "Damn old lady, can you speak human language?"
Both a little shy.
Still a little proud and proud.
After struggling for half a year, I finally managed to win Brother Zhang. Xuebao is very good at it.
"Look at her rosy face and plump complexion. She looks like an old woman. She was dry before and looked chewy." The little old lady held her precious granddaughter's arm and lowered her voice. "Why?
Like? Isn’t it weird to be a woman?”
"Bah." Xuebao pinched the little old lady's arm and gritted his teeth. "You are disrespectful!"
The little old lady grinned evilly, looking extremely vulgar.
After dragging Xuebao into the house, the grandmother and grandson started eating and frantically served her food.
It seems that if Xuebao takes down Brother Zhang, he will be the number one hero of the Han family.
"Xue Bao, let me ask you a question." The little old lady said meaningfully.
"What?" Mr. Han was in a beautiful mood and had a good appetite.
"When you were doing that, you couldn't be as straight-faced as usual and couldn't let go at all, right?" the little old lady said meaningfully.
Xuebao's pretty face turned red and he glared at the little old lady: "Do you want to be shameless? How dare you ask such a question?"
"What's the point? Grandma has never experienced anything?" the little old lady straightened her back and said. "We are both women, what's wrong with talking about something private?"
Olaf was very embarrassed.
But looking at the little old lady's inquiring attitude, she murmured with red lips: "I should be okay? Brother Zhang didn't complain about this..."
"Nonsense, if you really wait for my Ruoyu to complain, you will be a failure!"
The little old lady asked several details one after another like a barrage of questions.
After receiving Xuebao's ambiguous answer, the little old lady's face darkened and she glared at her granddaughter: "Are you just using emotions as a substitute? You must have skills!"
"You have to know what those naughty foxes out there can do! That's called core competitiveness!" the little old lady said in a loud voice as if she had experienced it.
"My Ruoyu has caught your stomach, can't you try harder and catch Ruoyu's heart?"
The little old lady said with a straight face: "Are you sorry? If you don't give feedback, how will Ruoyu know if he is doing the right thing? Whose skills are rewarded by God? Don't they all have to be honed in actual combat? Who will eat popsicles and bananas in the future?
Use snacks when the time comes, don’t eat it in just a few bites!”
Mr. Han couldn't bear it.
The little old lady's harsh words made Xuebao feel ashamed, angry and ashamed.
She finally knew why Brother Zhang didn't accompany her back to Han's house tonight.
With the general's wisdom, he must have guessed something...
