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Kuangzheng said he was helping Baozhan tidy up, but in fact he was here to add to the chaos. Everything that had been arranged was messed up, and the ones that were not put together were stuffed in the cabinet. Baozhan was so angry that he kicked him and told him to go away. go upstairs.

After being scolded, Kuang Zheng didn't leave, and sat down on the sofa at the door with a sullen face, and started to make a phone call.

Overseas phone calls, all babbles are in English, and Baozhan was stunned for a while. After a few rounds, Kuangzheng sent Feng Kuan a WeChat message: I'll take care of it here, waiting for your news.

He put away his phone, seeing that Baochan was almost packed, he glanced at his watch, it was [-]:[-]: "It's time to sleep."

Baochan sat on the edge of the bed and patted the pillow, ignoring him.

"This bed..." Kuang Zheng stroked his chin, "It seems bigger than the master bedroom."

Baochan replied coldly: "It's the same size."

"Is that so?" Kuang Zheng pressed the mattress again: "Well, it's softer than the one in the master bedroom."

"What on earth are you going to do?" Baochan thought he was annoying.

"I haven't slept in this bed yet," Kuang Zheng smiled at him, "Why don't I spend the night in your room tonight..."

Baochan threw the pillow on his face, Kuangzheng's eyes went dark, he was pulled by his arms and pushed out, and then the door closed behind him with a bang.

"Hey? Bao'er!" Kuangzheng couldn't believe it, he was rejected in his own house, "What's going on? Why are you chasing brother!"

"I'm asleep," Baochan said through the door, "you should go back to sleep too."

Kuangzheng stood outside the door desolately, a little dumbfounded, he obviously lived in a building, but the distance was farther than before, if he had known...he would not have urged Baochan to move.

He went upstairs with his arms slumped, took a shower, sprayed on sleep-promoting perfume, and lay down on the empty big bed. sheet.

The next morning, when the two met in the restaurant, Bao Zhan looked refreshed, and looked at Kuang Zheng again, his eyes were dull and listless, and he sat down at the table lifelessly.

"What's the matter?" Baochan spread jam on the freshly baked bread, "didn't sleep well?"

"Slept well," Kuang Zheng tossed and turned all night, but his mouth was stiff, "Slept really well!"

Baochan didn't say anything, just wiped the knife clean, turned his back, and sneered with his mouth pursed.

After dinner, we went to work together. Wanrong Zhenhui was only half an hour away from Ruyizhou by walking three intersections. Kuangzheng always wanted to make an appointment for lunch, but today he didn't say anything. He left the car and drove away.

When we arrived at the company, we were doing soft decoration on the first floor, and all the staff moved to the lobby on the second floor to work. This floor is the VIP room, which is used to receive private customers. All rooms have been soundproofed, with coffee-colored frosted wallpaper and dark green retro velvet. The chairs and furniture are all in fine black, which is deep and dignified like the old European private silver.

The news of Feng Kuan arrived last night. The other party agreed to cooperate with Wanrong Zhenhui, and also attached the contact information. Kuangzheng dialed the number, and the lady who answered the phone said: "Hello," in a rigid voice, not the customer himself ,"CEO's office."

"Hello, Wanrong Zhenhui, Kuangzheng."

"Mr. Kuang, I've been waiting for your call," the other party said high above without even a single word of greeting, "President Xie and his family fly to Changi Airport at [-]:[-] tonight, land at [-] o'clock, and then check in, you add I’m on WeChat, and I’ll send you all the staff information.”

"No problem," Kuang Zheng wanted to ask some details, "Mr. Xie..."

"That's it for now," the other party interrupted him, "Let's communicate if there is something to do."

The phone hangs up.

Indifferent and arrogant, he obviously didn't pay attention to Wanrong Zhenhui, Kuangzheng just raised his eyebrows, put down his phone and continued to work - since he started private banking, he has seen more strange things, and even his temper has changed.

At 10:30, Duan Zhao arrived. He was wearing a dark blue waist-cut suit, and his hair was pulled back coquettishly.

"Boss!" He passed Xia Ke, Huang Bailiang, and Lai Xiaoxing, and went straight to Kuangzheng.

Kuang Zheng raised his head and glanced at him: "The suit is not bad," and then set out a new task, "At 03:30, follow me to the airport."

Duan Zhao's fox eyes lit up, and he was about to pounce fiercely: "Are you back to work?"

Kuang Zheng did not answer directly, but said: "Keep this state, sharpen yourself, and charge into battle with me."

"Don't worry," Duan Zhao took a chair and sat down in front of his desk, "You point me in a direction, and I'll rush out immediately."

Xia Ke glanced back, and stabbed Huang Bailiang beside him with a pen: "I said, Xiao Bai, isn't the golden knife the worst deal with the boss? Why is it only two days old, so servile?"

"Huh?" Huang Bailiang was checking the decoration company's reimbursement, "He has a dual personality, what do you care about him?"

Xia Ke turned around again, seeing Duan Zhao's beaming face in front of Kuangzheng's desk, and curled his lips: "Tell us what's wrong with the boss, and run to the boss to show courtesy."

"People are talking about work," Huang Bailiang frowned, "If you have a job, you can talk about it too."

"It turns out that the boss is always staring at me when nothing happens," Xia Ke rolled his eyes and muttered, "Now that he posts there, the boss ignores me..."

"Aren't you most annoyed by him staring at you and saying that there is a problem with his sexual orientation?"

"I didn't say that!" Xia Ke grabbed Huang Bailiang's arm, "Xiao Bai, you can't..."

Huang Bailiang pushed his chin away: "Go, go over there and stay there, I have miscalculated these numbers several times."

"Xiaobai..."

Except for Xia Ke, everyone has work on their hands, and it was noon in a blink of an eye. Kuang Zheng remembered that he still had a peach blossom debt to pay, so he explained to Duan Zhao about picking up the airport, and drove to the World Trade Center.

It was the same Cantonese-style tea restaurant last time, and even the same location as last time. The difference was that Du Maomao was wearing a pink low-cut dress. Although her hair was short, it was dyed a soft color. Kuangzheng sat down opposite her. I found that the color of her lipstick had also changed, a moist strawberry red.

Kuangzheng was going to be sent off to the airport today, so he specially dressed solemnly, with a meticulous black suit and a cream tie, his hair was elegantly combed, and he looked like a good man with both self-cultivation and taste.

The two were surprised when they saw each other who was completely different from last time, "Hello, Miss Du," Kuang Zheng greeted first, "What would you like to eat?"

The last time Du Maomao replied "casual", this time he looked at the menu carefully and ordered two signature dishes. The waiter was about to place the order and take the food away when Kuang Zheng stopped him: "I want another dessert for the lady," he asked Du Maomao Opinion, "Cream Brulee?"

Du Maomao's cheekbones were reddish, he sipped his greasy lip gloss, and nodded slightly.

The waiter left, the table was quiet, Kuangzheng was not in a hurry to speak, Du Maomao slightly lowered his head, brushing his temples behind his ears: "You... are different from last time."

Kuang Zheng smiled slightly: "Miss Du is not the same as last time."

Du Maomao smiled at the appearance of a woman who pleases herself.

"Actually..." Kuangzheng was about to reload the bullet, and as soon as he loaded it, "I accidentally heard Ms. Du talking on the phone last time. I heard you talking about marriage. I don't seem to be interested in this kind of life."

Du Maomao was taken aback. At her age, she has experienced disillusioned love and the ravages of forced marriage. When talking about marriage, it is inevitable to be a little radical: "Ah... just kidding, sometimes..." She looked at Kuangzheng calmly, " It’s also to save myself some face.”

Kuang Zheng didn't expect her to be so frank. Excellent working women are really different from those silly girls he has dated. They are brave and resourceful, and know how to show weakness under any circumstances.

Kuang Zheng couldn't say what happened next.

"Mr. Kuang wore a pink suit last time." This time, Du Maomao raised his gun, turned the gun, and pointed it at him, "Is it on purpose?"

They are all sensible people, Kuang Zheng didn't pretend to be stupid, nodded slightly, and said truthfully: "I'm sorry, Ms. Du, I met you in a dishonest way, I apologize."

Du Maomao looked at him with a smile, tilted his head, and played with his small sushi-shaped earrings: "Then do you know why I'm wearing pink today?"

Kuang Zheng didn't want to know the answer, so he didn't speak.

"Because I'm interested in you," she said bluntly, as if bidding at a bidding meeting, simple and clear, "You fool me, and I am willing to be fooled by you."

Kuang Zheng clasped his fingers together, but remained silent.

"And I have confidence in myself," she tapped on the table with bean paste-colored nails, "I may not be the best when it comes to dating, but my family and I must be the best when we get married," she smiled, "As long as your sexual orientation is normal, I believe you will choose me sooner or later."

Kuangzheng thought about her words seriously. Indeed, Du Maomao is the perfect marriage partner. He is one of the best in family and work, and he is not sloppy. But he replied: "No, I am different from Ms. Du. I still believe in love." What he said was sincere. Saying, "I want to be with the one I love for the rest of my life."

Du Maomao was stunned. How could a man in his 30s, who became the president of a private bank by himself, still believe in love?Even a woman like her gave up, seeing and seeing between the long-term pursuit of not being able to get it and the disillusioned dislike of marriage, and finally her heart stopped.

The waiter served the dishes, including barbecued pork, boiled kale, emerald rice rolls, and winter melon cup. She looked down at the steaming dishes in front of her and asked bluntly, "Is Mr. Kuang rejecting me?"

Kuangzheng fastened the tablecloth: "It can be understood in this way."

"Alright," Du Maomao smiled, "We're still friends."

Just as Kuang Zheng was about to say something, she picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks: "I heard from Feng Kuan that your private bank is short of customers. I'm a trustee. Add a WeChat account and I'll recommend some big accounts for you later."

As expected of the daughter of a bank family, she can afford it and put it down, and she is courageous, "Thank you," Kuang Zheng scooped up a spoonful of soup, "It's still not a problem."

"Why?" Du Maomao was surprised. This man repeatedly exceeded her expectations, which caught her by surprise who was used to trampling bad men under her feet.

"Personal habit," Kuang Zheng replied, "I don't like being entangled. If I don't have clients, I can go find them myself. Using you or being used by you is not my style."

The implication is that he doesn't want to have any affair with her.

He is a good man, Du Maomao thought, and then put the meat into his mouth, the lean meat was crispy, the fat meat was elastic, and it was a little sweet, chewing the teeth and cheeks to leave a fragrance.

After dinner, the two said goodbye in the parking lot. Kuang Zheng went straight to the airport from the World Trade Center. Duan Zhao arrived earlier than him, just to buy time to talk to the client. They went to the VIP room without a boarding pass. I was able to wait outside. At 04:30, a large group of people came from afar.

The first one was a man and a woman, in their forties, three children were escorted by someone, followed by two old people, and a woman with a child. The number of people was consistent with the information. Kuang Zheng took out his business card and went up to him: "Mr. Xie !"

The one surnamed Xie glanced at him and didn't want to stop, but the assistant was showing his ID to the VIP room staff, so he had to stop: "Hello."

He took a look at Kuangzheng's business card, handed it to the babysitter, nodded, and walked into the VIP room.

Duan Zhao immediately continued: "Wanrong Zhenhui wishes you and your family a pleasant trip to Singapore!"

There were ten or so people, only the children said thank you seriously, Kuang Zheng and Duan Zhao looked at each other, as if they drove over an hour just to hand over a business card and say a word of blessing.

"Fuck," Duan Zhao unbuttoned his suit, "It turns out that it's good to serve the aunt, and the aunt is very enthusiastic."

Kuangzheng made him laugh, patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked out, calling Baochan while walking, strangely, no one answered after calling several times.