Are you sure you want to divorce me?

"Retired?!" Wen Wenyao was so excited that he almost couldn't control the volume, attracting others.

But after calming down, he seemed worried again, "But what does it have to do with you? You are not in good health now, and you need to take a good rest. What are you doing with so many nosy things? Let me tell you, if he wants to pull you You must refuse to be the president of some troublesome son. Don't make trouble for yourself again."

"..." Han Yufeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In a secret place, he gently pinched the back of Wen Wenyao's hand, "The president will grow, so what's the trouble? That is, if there is any dispute in the industry, come out and say It’s just a word, I don’t need to do anything at ordinary times. Even so, my status in the industry is rising. How many people are fighting for such a leisurely thing that can improve my status. Why do you persuade me to quit? It doesn’t have to be me, after all, I haven’t made any contribution to the industry this year.”

"Why didn't you contribute? Even if you are not in China, Chengfeng still creates a lot of value every quarter as usual. Is this called no contribution? He didn't choose you? Why didn't he choose you?" At the end, Wen Wenyao instead I got even more excited.

"Look at you, it's you who don't want me to be elected, and you're the one who said that now, can you interview me? Young Master Wen. What exactly is your mental journey?"

"Don't you know what it is?"

"Oh? I really don't know, is it convenient to tell me?"

"That's it..." Wen Wenyao deliberately dragged his tone, looking very unbearable.He moved his head close to Han Yufeng, stuck out his tongue and licked his earlobe, and said with a smile, "I'm hungry and want to eat you."

"Eat here?"

"What's wrong? No way?"

"Okay, come on, guest officer." After finishing speaking, Han Yufeng really leaned on the sofa, with his outstretched legs casually placed under the table, and his hands propped back, as if he was letting himself be trampled on. Seeing that Wen Wenyao was almost furious, he pounced on him.

Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself in the end, but he still stretched out his claws resentfully, and quickly touched the back of Han Yufeng's waist. It was obvious that he was an old hand at molesting people.

He saw with satisfaction that Han Yufeng's body stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed again.

"How about it? Let me see what other sensitive places you have." After finishing speaking, he grinned grinningly, and stretched his hand to...his ear, and stuck it against it.

"Is it warm?"

"..."

"Is it here? Or...here!"

"..." Han Yufeng's entire expression changed. He lowered his head and seemed to curse something, then reached out and grabbed Wen Wenyao's fidgety hand, holding it in his hand, so as not to let him move.

"Caught me, right? This time, let's see how you make trouble."

But who knows, Wen Wenyao directly used his whole body as a weapon, fell into the arms of the person behind him, was hugged full, and rubbed everything that should be rubbed.

"You, why are you so uneasy?"

"Don't you like me like this?"

"I like it." Han Yufeng sighed, but immediately, he hugged him even tighter, "Shut up, the old president is here."

Wen Wenyao saw that it was true. The sound of the piano in the hall had stopped at some point, and even the light from the chandelier above his head had also dimmed. He whispered to Han Yufeng, "It's not that he's going to Did you come out in the second half?"

"Who knows, listen carefully."

But how could Wen Wenyao really listen to what he said, in fact, even if he listened, he might not be willing to take it to heart.Because his whole mind is now focused on unhealthy yellow thoughts.

At the end, he found that the voice on the stage had disappeared, so he asked in a daze, "No more? What did he say? Is it you?"

"..." Han Yufeng sighed heavily, "It's not me..."

"What?! Does he have vision? Isn't he the one who values ​​you the most?"

"To vote."

"Oh oh oh! But will those people choose you? You didn't tell me before, otherwise I would help you canvass."

"There are only a few people anyway, do you still need to canvass for votes? Let's see, they know how to choose."

"How many people? Isn't there hundreds of them?" Wen Wenyao looked around the hall slowly, thinking, there are probably more than two hundred people, right?

"What about you? You are also a member, don't you want to vote too?"

"Yes, here we come."

"..." Wen Wenyao saw that there was indeed a waiter who came over holding a tray, and there were things like paper and pens on it, which seemed to be for people to vote for.

Han Yufeng took it and wrote a word on it without thinking.Wen Wenyao leaned over to take a look, good guy, this flamboyant, arrogant and awe-inspiring person, that's what's on it, a little...spicy eyes.

Wen Wenyao glanced at it, then turned his head to suppress a smile, and after the waiter left, he said softly, "You are too shameless."

"A secret ballot."

"I know anonymously...but you...poof...I really didn't expect that you are also a person who can vote for yourself."

"What's wrong? Isn't this normal? Otherwise, who would I vote for?"

"..." Wen Wenyao thinks about it. It doesn't make sense for Han Yufeng to vote for anyone other than himself. Anyway, everyone knows in the end.Besides, since it is a secret ballot, no one else knows what he wrote. In this case, it is normal to write about yourself.

but……

"You think they should also write about themselves? Then there's no need to do more."

"They have their own choice in their hearts, but I am different."

"..." Wen Wenyao was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and could only sit on the sofa and stare blankly for a moment.

It wasn't until Han Yufeng realized something was wrong that he asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

"I found that you...are more shameless than before. What can I do? No matter how big the family is, it can't hold your face anymore." Wen Wenyao sighed sadly, and then reached out to touch Han Yufeng's face.

"Why am I shameless?" Han Yufeng glanced at him with a faint smile.

"You're almost telling me that the candidate in their hearts is you."

"Oh? Did I say that? You are too good at making up your mind."

"Is it is it?"

"Yes." Han Yufeng nodded solemnly.

The final result, of course, was without any surprises, Han Yufeng was elected as the next president of the Liquor Brewing Industry Association.According to the usual practice, he had to go up and stand next to the old president, say a few words, and accept the seal in his hand before completing the process.

Wen Wenyao became even more sad. He took Han Yufeng's hand and kept telling him, "You will come down after a few words, do you know? Don't hold on if you feel uncomfortable, do you know?"