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In the middle of the night, Guan Jiu was woken up by the sound of knocking. He got up and opened the door. Han Fei, who was smelling of alcohol and still holding a bottle of wine, threw himself on him, raised his head and asked, "Why don't you live on the top floor?" , but I paid a lot of money for the top floor... Isn't the top floor luxurious enough..."

Guan Jiu put his arms around his waist to prevent him from slipping from his body to the ground, and closed the door with his backhand.

Han Fei raised the bottle and wanted to drink again, but Guan Jiu reached out to snatch it and threw it into the trash can without any mistakes.

"My wine, where's my wine..." Han Fei didn't realize that the wine had been taken away. He raised his empty hands and looked around, searching around with blurred eyes, and shouted: "We Drink another bottle... come again..."

Guan Jiu threw him on the bed, went to the refrigerator to pour a glass of water, and found hangover medicine along the way. After turning around, he almost kissed Han Fei who suddenly appeared behind him.

"Let me tell you, I'm actually the second young master of the Han family. My family is very rich!" Han Fei grabbed his clothes, put the tip of his nose next to his, and stared at his eyes with unglamorous eyes. With a half-smile, he said: "I will pay you to hold an art exhibition, I will send you to study abroad, I will let you enter a big company, and I can also sponsor you to start a company. Do you want to be your own boss?"

"I don't need it." Guan Jiu pulled his hand away expressionlessly, and raised the water glass to him, "Take the medicine."

"No need?" Han Fei raised his hand to knock down the water glass, stepped back unsteadily, suddenly grabbed his hair with both hands, looked around restlessly, and shouted angrily: "You don't need it! Then what do you want?" ...You don't want money...how come you don't want money? You want fame, right? You want to be a leader...yes...you want to be a leader...you are now a well-known international designer ..."

Guan Jiu frowned, took a step forward, squeezed his jaw, put the medicine into his mouth and forced him to swallow it. Han Fei struggled to break his hand, but he held it tightly.

"who am I?"

"You?" Han Fei looked at his face in confusion, then put his hands on his shoulders, and said with a smile, "You are the famous Ninth Master. I...I want...to raise you..."

"What did you say?" Guan Jiu let go of his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Han Fei lowered his head and searched his pocket, took out the wallet, took out the black card and patted it on his chest, saying, "I have a lot of money, and there is endless money in this, I want to buy you! No..."

Han Fei shook his head, held the card for a few seconds and seemed to be thinking about it, then he suddenly laughed and said, "I won't buy you, I will keep you...I want to let people all over the world know about the famous Nine Grandpa was raised by me...yes...was raised by me...they would all envy and envy me...I am the master! I...uh..."

His mouth was sealed, and he was overwhelmed by the extremely domineering tongue attacking Han Fei's mouth. He tightly grasped Guan Jiu's clothes, instinctively fought for his own territory, and forced him back until Pushed to the wall and pressed the person against the wall.

His hands went inside Guan Jiu's clothes, and one leg was stuck between his legs to withstand his fragility. The difference in height forced him to raise his head and say, "I want to be on top."

Guan Jiu wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer, lowered his head to kiss his beautiful collarbone exposed because the clothes slipped off his shoulders, "I will keep you on top."

Han Fei didn't know what happened, but felt that the noise in his ear made him have a splitting headache. He reached out and touched a pillow and pressed it on his head, but the sound kept coming back, and he snorted irritably, Slowly sat up from the bed.

My whole body was sore, and I didn't even have the strength to lift my head, limbs, and eyelids.Han Fei half-closed his eyes and glanced around. There was no one in the room. The place where the sound came from was the door, and he could vaguely hear someone shouting, "Master Han, have you woken up yet? Are you there?"

This voice, Han Fei remembered, was Zhao Jun, the general manager of this branch under Ruihe, because Han Fei lived here every time he came, so if he couldn't find someone, he would always come here.

Yawning and scratching his hair, Han Fei's legs were weak when he got out of bed. He didn't find his clothes, so he took a bathrobe on the sofa and wrapped it around his waist to open the door.

"What's the matter, calling here early in the morning."

The red marks all over his body were obviously crazy last night. Seeing him like this, Zhao Jun swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to look directly at him. He rolled his eyes and smiled and said, "That...the president called from the headquarters to ask about Master Han The situation, saying that your phone can't get through..."

"Then why did you answer him?" Han Fei leaned against the door and put all his weight on it. He remembered a little of what happened yesterday, and he was really surprised that he still had the strength to get out of bed today, but where did Guan Jiu go? ?

"I told him you were out doing market research."

"Good job." Han Fei turned and went in.

Zhao Jun hesitated and followed him in, and when he saw him entering the bathroom and the sound of water coming from inside, he stopped and said, "Master Han, why didn't you let me know in advance so that I can pick you up, if the president doesn't call, I didn't even know you were here."

"Don't worry about me, just like before, I will go to the company to find you if I need it." Han Fei came out a little shaky, then remembered something and turned around and said, "I didn't bring my driver's license, you send me a driver."

"No problem, I'll call someone over right away!" Zhao Jun rubbed his hands and looked very happy. Han Fei would bring him benefits every time he came, no matter what he asked for, even if he offered him as his ancestor Willing, "Master Han is hungry, do you want me to order a meal, the old place?"

As soon as he reminded Han Fei that he really felt a little hungry, he rummaged through the clothes in the closet and said, "Bring some buns and soy milk. By the way, I want to eat the buns from that shop."

steamed stuffed bun?Zhao Jun was stunned, and after a few seconds he said cautiously: "Master Han, the steamed stuffed bun shop is closed at this time, and now...it's night..."

Han Fei paused and turned his head to look out the window. It was already full of lights outside, and the street not far away was booming in business. It turned out that the lights were on so he didn't realize that he had slept all day.

"Go back and ask someone to pick me up tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to buy you what you want to eat tomorrow morning." Zhao Jun said something insignificant before leaving. Han Fei didn't listen to a word. He couldn't find any clothes he could wear, so he called I called the front desk to ask for his key card, then took the key card to the top floor, took a bath and put on clean clothes before going to the restaurant in the middle of the building.

It was long past meal time, and there were not many people in the restaurant, and many people who stayed at the restaurant would not choose to eat here.Han Fei is too lazy to go out. He has eaten here a few times, and the taste is not bad, especially the Hunan cuisine, which is very authentic.

He found a random table and sat down, ordered a few dishes, a few soups, and a few snacks. While waiting for the dishes to be served, Han Fei realized that the black card in his wallet was gone, and there were hundreds of dollars in it. Other than the cash, everything else was a useless card, which was not enough to pay for the meal. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't remember where he lost the card.

I don't know if I can get credit here, but I'll put it directly in Guan Jiu's account. Han Fei was thinking about this, and he accidentally saw a person sitting by the glass wall diagonally opposite him on the phone. It was the person he had just thought of.

He stood up and walked over, pulled a stool and sat down, his eyes subconsciously looked at the document he put on the table, before he could read the words clearly, the document was closed, Guan Jiu put away the phone and asked, "Are you awake? "

"If I don't get up again, I'm going to starve to death on the bed." Han Fei wondered if his vision was wrong. He seemed to have seen Liang Chengxuan's photo. Guan Jiu was investigating him?Impossible, how could they know each other.

Han Fei shook his head, thinking that he was too concerned, so he looked away. He saw that his food was served, and called the waiter to bring it over. After drinking his appetizer, he asked, "You are really busy. Documents, how much assets does the Guan family have in the country? Could it be that if you sold a batch of goods, it would not be enough for you to live for a year? Are you not tired of doing so many things?"

"Ruihe bought a piece of land and started to build a building. Will it not solicit any projects in the next two years?" Guan Jiu asked back, poured a cup of coffee and took a sip, and said: "The business is not as easy as it used to be. Everyone wants to share some profits, and when the competition is strong, we need to find other ways out.”

"Jiuye would actually say that business is not easy to do, tsk tsk, it's so strange, so the Guan family wants to clean up like ours?" Han Fei felt that he had heard a big joke, and he took it directly with his hands. He took a chicken leg, dipped it in some seasoning and smelled it, the pungent smell made his saliva almost flow down, he took a bite and said vaguely: "Besides, is there anyone in this world who dares to compete with you for meat? "

Guan Jiu said nothing, picked up the folder on the table, and the person standing next to him immediately took it and put it into the briefcase, and put all the other documents in it.

Although Guan Jiu was expressionless, Han Fei still saw something. He swallowed the chicken and was a little surprised that there was really someone who defeated Guan Jiu.

"Really? Who is so capable that he can go against you, can you introduce me?"

"Do you want to get to know each other?" Guan Jiu put down his glass, looked out of the French window, "Come with me somewhere at night."

"Are you going to meet that person?" Han Fei wiped his hands, picked up his chopsticks, and was about to talk again. He saw a person walking towards the door not far from his left with sharp eyes. He quickly dropped his chopsticks, got up and chased after him.

The man walked very fast, and Han Fei only caught up with him when he was out of the restaurant door, and threw himself on his back. The man had expected it, grabbed his arm and wanted to throw him over his shoulder, but Han Fei was ahead of him. With one step, he raised his legs and climbed up to his waist, clamping his waist firmly.

"Let me just say that this trick is useless to me!" Han Fei smiled complacently, threw off his hand and hooked his neck, and hung directly on his body, asking: "I haven't seen you for so long, Do you miss me?"