Junsheng Group.

After the high-level meeting, Mr. Han returned to the president's office, rested for a while, and then held this high-intensity meeting, Xuebao's mind was a little floating.

The physical strength is also a little too much to keep up...

"President, Director Zhang asked a few young ladies from the public relations department to go to the office for tea today, I eavesdropped outside the door, laughing loudly inside, occasionally whispering, and seemed to be chatting about a very hot topic."

Dai Meng was a little angry and made a small report.

Before leaving, Brother Zhang also said that he would bring gifts to himself.

As a result, he came back empty-handed.

A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost.

Mengmeng doesn't want to cover for Brother Zhang anymore and die!

"Oh." Mr. Han took a sip of the cow with a cold face and said lightly. "It's really a bit long for him to go to Yanjing this time, and it's normal for those fox spirits to miss him."

After that, he changed his words and said: "Mengmeng, it's not that my sister said you, you must be relaxed with men, you can't blindly suppress them, and you can't let men suffocate too much." That kind of marriage will not last long. ”

Dai Meng was stunned and twitched the corners of her mouth: "President, Brother Zhang is stealing the grass next to the nest..."

What's the matter, Mr. President?

I went to Yanjing and came back, why was I so tolerant of Brother Zhang?

This has to be put on hold in normal times, and she may kill it herself!

"Guys." Mr. Han shrugged his shoulders and said. "It's inevitable to play on the spot once in a while, besides, the grass next to the nest at least knows the roots, healthy and green, it's better than picking wildflowers, okay?"

"Mengmeng, sister will tell you a little common sense about marriage again. Men sometimes go out and relax, don't have to be so nervous. Knowing that going home and not bringing some messy illness home proves that he still has you in his heart. ”

“——”

Dai Meng is stupid.

What's the matter, Mr. President?

I used to be able to box.

The boxing is very exquisite...

Why is there no bottom line now?

"Anything else?" Mr. Han glanced at Dai Meng lightly.

I don't like the cuteness of this tea tea very much.

Obviously, I just thought that Brother Zhang didn't bring you a handy gift, and asked you to have tea after returning to Binhai, so you got angry, and wanted to use this president to stand up for you?

Dream.

Driving away Dai Meng, who had a bad stomach, Mr. Han sent a WeChat message to Brother Zhang in a consultative tone: "Brother Zhang, you are a little more restrained." Why did you ask so many young ladies to the office when you just came back? If you do this, how faceless do I have? Even Dai Meng came to me to complain. ”

"Got it, pay attention next time."

After Brother Zhang got the feedback on the salty and fishy soy milk newly developed by the back kitchen, he sent away the young lady of the public relations department, and sent a WeChat message to Mr. Han: "I made an appointment with Brother Xiao to drink tonight, and you take the company car back to Han's house to accompany the little old lady, I want to use the car." ”

"Got it." Mr. Han pursed his lips and replied resentfully. "Drink less, I asked grandma's personal chef to stew you with tonic to save some stomach."

"That's a lot of, it's annoying." The back is also accompanied by a picture of a blood-stained broadsword.

Although it was scolded.

But Mr. Han is very down-to-earth.

Compared with the general, it is a little distant, and there is a bit of an unfamiliar mode of getting along.

Mr. Han eats Brother Zhang's set more.

The mouth is cheap, but the victory is down-to-earth, true...

In the evening.

As soon as Xue Bao, who was taking the company car back to Han's house, got out of the car, the little old lady who was looking forward to it at the door stretched out her voice, sharp and vicious: "Yo, which housewife is this who has returned to her parents' house?" Look at this leg split, it's almost a figure-eight step. ”

Mr. Han almost smashed the gift he was carrying in his hand on the face of the little old lady: "Dead old lady, can you speak human words?" ”

It's a bit shy.

And a little smug and proud.

After grinding for half a year, it can be regarded as taking down Brother Zhang, and Xuebao is very embarrassed.

"Look at this little face with a ruddy face, look at this full complexion, this is like an old lady. It was dry before, and it didn't chew when I looked at it. The little old lady took her precious granddaughter's arm and lowered her voice. What do you think? Isn't it weird to be a woman? ”

"Phew." Xue Bao pinched the little old lady's arm and gritted her teeth. "Disrespectful for the old!"

The little old lady grinned wickedly, and she was very obscene.

After pulling Xue Bao into the house, the grandmother and grandson started eating, and they frantically picked up vegetables for her.

It seems that Xue Bao took down Brother Zhang, and that is the number one hero of the Han family.

"Xuebao, Grandma has a question for you." The little old lady said meaningfully.

"What?" Mr. Han is in a beautiful mood and has a good appetite.

"When you were there, you shouldn't have a dead face like usual, and you couldn't let go at all, right?" The little old lady said meaningfully.

Xue Baoqiao's face turned red and glared at the little old lady: "Do you want to be embarrassed?" Is this kind of question embarrassing to ask? ”

"What's this? What hasn't Grandma experienced? The little old lady straightened her back and said. We're both women, what's wrong with talking about intimate topics? ”

Xue Bao is embarrassed.

But looking at the little old lady's inquiring posture, her red lips snorted: "I should be okay, right?" Brother Zhang didn't complain anything about this..."

"Nonsense, if my family complains, then you are too much of a failure!"

The little old lady asked a few details one after another.

After getting Xue Bao's ambiguous answer, the little old lady's face sank and she glared at her granddaughter: "You are all emotional?" You have to have technology! ”

"Those sassy foxes out there will, you have to know! That's called core competitiveness! The little old lady looked like a passer-by, and said loudly.

"If my family is foolish and grabs your stomach, can't you work hard to capture Ruoyu's heart?"

The little old lady said with a straight face: "Still embarrassed? If you don't give feedback, how will Ruoyu know if he is doing the right thing? Whose skills are God's rewards? Don't you have to hone in real combat? In the future, when you eat popsicles and bananas, use dim sum, don't eat them in three or two bites! ”

Mr. Han was a little unbearable.

The little old lady's words made Xue Bao ashamed and indignant, and she was embarrassed.

She finally knew why Brother Zhang didn't accompany her back to Han's house tonight.

With the wisdom of the general, he must have guessed something ...