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Wearing a suit of pink, Kuang Zheng went to Wanrong Zhenhui first. The account manager surnamed Duan was still missing work. He read the business summary submitted by Huang Bailiang and the others. At noon, according to the information on Feng Kuan's WeChat, he went to the World Trade Center for an appointment .

Coming out of the lobby, I just caught up with Xia Ke's public relations aunt at the door, with beautiful teeth, yelling sister, sister, and Kuangzheng passed by them. The aunt's eyes were straight when she saw him. Boss, why don't you just stay in the CEO's office? Why do you have to come out to make yourself embarrassed...

The aunt admired Kuangzheng's pink all over her body, held Xia Ke's hand, and asked excitedly: "Is this your client? It can't be a star!"

It is most convenient to take the subway to the World Trade Center, but today's outfit is really not suitable for publicity. Kuangzheng went to the parking lot across the street to pick up the car, got into the cab, looked at the rearview mirror, scratched the hair on his forehead, and pressed the start button.

It is located in a semi-tea restaurant on the first floor of the World Trade Center. It specializes in Cantonese cuisine. It turns around the transparent glass wall and enters the store. At lunch time, there are couples of friends and colleagues. Only a lady sits at a table next to the wall. Short hair, a beige suit skirt that is too capable, the bag is also a briefcase, and she is on the phone.

"...What age is it, sister, why do I have to marry a man as a slave? It's not that I don't have money, my income is enough to marry a man to serve me!"

Yo, I'm still a little feminist, looking at my attire, it seems like I'm using too much force.

"Don't listen to your brother-in-law in everything," she said, crossing her legs and shaking her short shiny high-heeled shoes loosely on her feet. "Remember, men are big pigs..."

Kuang Zheng held back his smile and said hello formally: "Miss Du."

When the person arrived, she lowered her head and hung up the phone. While hanging up, she glanced this way. She was almost blinded by this glance. The intuitive color impact completely refreshed her 29-year judgment standard for disgusting men.

"Hello," Kuang sat down opposite her, "I'm Feng Kuan's colleague."

The woman's face was sullen, she didn't raise her head, her right hand was clutching the leather bag strap, she seemed to be debating whether she should carry the bag and leave, but she kept her expression on her face and planned to give her more strength: "Oh, I thought Miss Du had long hair. Woolen cloth."

Behind that disappointed tone were the stereotypes that men have imposed on women for thousands of years—long hair, fair skin, and a gentle personality. There was a slam on the seat, and he raised his head with his eyes wide open.

At this glance, she was stunned. In front of her was a very masculine man. Even though he was wearing a deadly pink suit and the hair on his forehead was pulled so contrived, it was still hard to hide his chicness.

"Guangzheng." Seeing that she didn't leave, Kuangzheng was a little disappointed, but he didn't show it at all, "I'm the president of Wanrong's private banking department."

A handsome man is handsome, so Du Maomao should still be angry: "Listen to my brother-in-law, he is the executive vice-president."

"Oh yes," Kuang Zheng flipped through the menu at hand, "What would Miss Du have for dinner?"

Du Maomao asked him a difficult question: "Whatever."

Kuangzheng actually flipped through it casually, greeted the waiter, without asking her opinion at all: "Fork pork, rice rolls, and water chestnut cake are all served in one serving," he asked her in a beating voice, "We will share one serving between the two of us." , that's enough."

Du Maomao's face turned green, Kuangzheng ordered a few more special dishes, closed the menu, and smiled at her greasy: "Miss Du is so beautiful."

Du Maomao smiled but didn't smile, thinking how to punish him, but seeing that she still didn't leave, he had to use his trump card: "How old is Miss Du?"

Age is the bane of unmarried women in the workplace, Du Maomao gritted his teeth: "29."

"It's not too young," Kuangzheng looked embarrassed, "I'm 32 this year, only three years behind, a little less."

Du Maomao's expression can be described as "Your mother is a big-headed ghost": "How old do you want to be?"

"A man like me who has a successful career," Kuang Zheng smiled annoyingly, "five or six years old, seven or eight years old, it's normal to be a decade away, after all, you have to consider fertility issues."

Just as Du Maomao was about to speak, Kuangzheng's scumbag script was still unfinished: "Is Ms. Du an only child? How is the health of the elderly at home? Can you help take care of the child?"

When he was playing vigorously, someone behind him suddenly called: "Brother?"

With a familiar voice and a familiar tone, Kuang Zheng turned his head immediately. With a refreshing face and a bright blue suit, standing in front of him was Bao Chan.

"Bao'er...Bao Chan," Kuang Zheng stood up, "Why do you..."

Du Maomao followed, and Baochan's eyes met unexpectedly. The two people of similar age had completely different temperaments. One was an independent woman struggling in the workplace, and the other was naive as a newcomer to society.

"Bao Chu!" Manager Niu also arrived at this time, rushing towards Bao Zhan, pulling away the chair at the next table in a hurry, "Take a seat, I invite you to eat!"

Baochan sat down opposite Mavericks. The two tables were very close to each other. The alignment was a bit messy. First, he lowered his head and said nothing, and then started to play with the tableware. Du Maomao continued the topic just now: "I am an only child, and my parents' bodies Yes, but after marriage, I don't want children."

The distance between the two tables was less than one meter. Baozhan glanced over and stared at Du Maomao in surprise. The boy-like short hair and deep red lips, such an imposing girl, turned out to be his brother's blind date.

Kuang Zheng could feel his gaze, turned his face away guiltily, and unconsciously squeezed his hands under the table.

"Baochu," Xiao Niu introduced to him while flipping through the menu, "Let me tell you about my buddy's background. People educate their sons, such as financial management, luxury goods, charity, etc., and also talk about traditional culture, once or twice a week, I will lead you to watch a play..."

He babbled a lot, but Baochan didn't listen to a word, his mind was full of arguing with Kuangzheng yesterday, he asked him why he was wearing a pink suit, he didn't say anything, asked him what's the matter, he didn't say anything, just A blind date, why do you have to hide it so much?

Food was served on Kuangzheng's table, and it happened to be the mouthful of rice. Du Maomao planned to take a bite before leaving. When he tore the chopsticks with great force, the wet wipes fell out of the plastic bag and fell on the ground.

It was only a blink of an eye, Kuang Zheng saw it, because his mind was on Bao Chan, he subconsciously revealed his true colors: "Waiter," he beckoned in a gentlemanly way, "change a set of wet wipes for this lady."

Du Maomao raised his eyes unexpectedly, he couldn't explain this feeling, it was just a trivial matter, but his heart was slightly fluctuating: "Mr. Kuang, why are you in such a hurry to get married?"

Kuang Zheng didn't listen carefully, and his attention was caught by Xiao Niu's words: "...It's just a bunch of young masters who like to play, so you sing at night, arrange a drink after the singing, and the actors can accompany them for a drink, nothing else .”

Baochan was in a dilemma: "We singers, we shouldn't drink too much wine, it hurts our throats."

"It's okay, beer." Xiao Niu ate the appetizer delivered by the store, "In your territory, you have the final say on what kind of wine to drink?"

"Mr. Kuang?" Du Maomao found that Kuangzheng has been out of his mind since the person from the next table came. She glanced at Baochan, "Who is that you?"

Kuangzheng ate this meal, he was like a dog, he barely moved his chopsticks in his hands: "...I'm the younger brother."

"Brother?" Du Maomao was amused by this title, a little unfamiliar, a little old-fashioned, and a little cute.

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to what you said just now," Kuang Zheng lowered his voice and lost all intention of acting with her, "I'm afraid he will be deceived, so I'll listen to you over there."

The one who said these words was the truest one. Du Maomao poked at the unpalatable dish on the plate and smiled slightly: "Okay, I won't bother you."

She is 29 years old and a mature woman. She doesn't care whether the man opposite is focusing on her. She cares whether he is kind, responsible, and qualified to marry her.

The two tables smelled the same, but Baochan's table left first, he didn't know whether to talk to Kuangzheng, after all he kept the blind date from him.

After Maverick settled the bill, Baochan hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave, seeing that he ignored him, Kuangzheng said to Du Maomao, "I'll go see him off", and hurriedly chased him out.

He caught up with them within a few steps, Xiao Niu didn't know what was going on with them, so he waved his hand and left first, Bao Chan lowered his head and said nothing, Kuang Zheng moved closer to him, close enough to stick together, and asked in a low voice: " Angry with me?"

Baochan muttered: "No."

"I'm angry," Kuang Zheng hurriedly explained, "I'm here to work..."

"Nonsense!" He was still angry without mentioning this treasure. It was a blind date, so he insisted on denying it. Is it necessary?

"I will never tell you a lie," Kuang Zheng said with a serious face, and almost raised three fingers to swear, "When did your brother lie to you?"

After a while of silence, Baochan turned around to leave: "Let's talk about it when we go home."

"Hey Bao'er," Kuang Zheng called him, "What kind of economic contract is that manager Niu talking about? Don't pay attention to him. I don't agree with you going to drink with me!"

"Who's going to drink with you?" Baochan turned around, buttoned up his suit neatly, with a very heroic posture, "I don't need you to take care of it, just take care of yourself."

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back.

When Kuang Zheng returned to the store, he couldn't sit still at all, apologized to Du Maomao, paid the bill and came out, and went straight to Cuixi Huadu from the World Trade Center.At the bottom of the theater building, he called Baochan, and looked towards the subway entrance while calling. Sure enough, a bright blue figure was approaching from a distance.

Kuangzheng honked the horn, and Baochan saw it, didn't get angry with him, and went straight to the co-pilot.

As soon as the central control was dropped, the two sat side by side in a quiet space, and Kuangzheng cleared his throat: "What about me... I didn't tell you when I came out to meet people..."

"Hey, don't say that," Baochan said in a muffled voice, "I didn't stop you from meeting people."

"Yes," said Kuang Zheng, who has been in the financial circle for so many years. He knows everything but won't give in. "What do you think of a small matter?"

Baochan also thought it was a trivial matter, but he didn't understand why such a trivial matter was so awkward: "Brother," he blinked his eyelashes, "You are on a blind date...why didn't you tell me?"

Of course, Kuangzheng had no obligation to tell him, but living under the same roof and sleeping on the same bed, he thought that they already had a relationship that talked about everything: "Are you afraid that if you have one, I will be alone..."

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Kuang Zheng hurriedly dismissed it, "I just want to save face for my buddy, so I barely meet him!"

Baochan didn't respond, obviously not believing it, he wouldn't choose a suit specially to save face for his buddies, meet reluctantly, and wouldn't talk about getting married and having children.

Kuang Zheng was holding the steering wheel, he couldn't figure it out himself, isn't it just a blind date, what can't be told to Bao Chan, so guess what I'm thinking, what exactly is it.

"Brother, don't worry about me, if you really have..." Baochan was conflicted in his heart. He hoped to restore his happiness, but he was afraid that he would leave him. Then no one would eat the food he cooked. His bed is gone.

"If you really have it..." He raised his head, pulled the corner of his mouth with special effort, and made a smile, "I'm happy for you."

With such a hypocritical smile, Kuangzheng had the illusion that his heart would be broken. He didn't know where the madness came from. He slapped the steering wheel and said seriously: "Baochan, if you don't look for it, I won't look for it." , I put this word here today!"