meet you and light

Seeing Han Yichuan deflated, I couldn't help but sneer.

Because you helped me yesterday, you think you can tell me what to do?

"It doesn't matter if you don't call," I pretended to be magnanimous, "but seniority can't be messed up, Mr. Han made it very clear."

"What seniority?" Han Yichuan stepped forward and said seriously, "Are you really going to marry Chu Yanchen?"

I was annoyed by Han Yichuan's hypocritical appearance.

"I owe you a favor for what happened yesterday," I said sincerely, "it was my fault to change the design drawings without authorization, and I apologize to you for that."

"Are you changing the subject?"

"But..." I raised my head, looked at the man in front of me calmly, squeezed out a smile, and said, "It's not your turn to intervene in my affairs, let's not interfere with each other, huh?"

After saying this, I turned my head and left.

This is the Han family compound, and when it is full of guests, if the gossip woman sees it, then it will be hard to tell.

Thinking of this, I involuntarily quickened my pace.

Returning to the banquet hall, Han Hongshan had finished his high-spirited speech, and it was Han Yiqian, daughter of the Han family, who was standing on the stage.

Han Yiqian holds a pipa and is dressed in a Chinese costume, she really looks like a talented woman from the south of the Yangtze River.

A finger falls, and the pipa sounds. It turns out to be the famous "Ambush within Ten Miles".

The guests also showed expressions of appreciation.

"This girl of the Han family is really doing her father a favor."

"No, Stanford's top student, who is good at playing the piano and lute, and looks pretty, I don't know who will be so lucky in the future."

This sentence sounds familiar.

I remembered that on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, the guests praised me in the same way in front of my father.

"Does it need to be said? Han Lao's intentions are all written on his face, you see?"

I was curious and glanced at the speaker, only to see that the eyes of the guests fell on the chief seat.

"You mean the young talent."

"Young talent, underestimate it," the guest lowered his voice, "That is the heir of the Chu Group, Chu Yanchen."

A sigh sounded: "Chu's Group? Wait, there are recent rumors that Chu Yanchen is in love with the daughter of the Zhou family, why..."

"What kind of daughter, what is Zhou Zhenhua's reputation? What kind of guy is Zhou Zhenyu? Can the Chu family like it?" The guest's eyes were shrewd, "That's just a temporary novelty."

"No wonder the Chu family chooses the office address in Beicheng. Could it be that they want to marry the Han family?"

"I've also heard that Chu Yanchen came to Beicheng at the beginning for the beautiful daughter of the Han family." Guest A raised his eyes to look at the stage, "The land in Nanqi is probably a dowry gift from the Chu family." .”

"So that's the case, Mr. Han is still smart..."

"See, you're fascinated by it."

I followed the eyes of the guests, and sure enough, Chu Yanchen was staring intently at Han Yiqian on the stage.

That look called a fiery one.

I have long heard that men are hormonal creatures, but seeing them today is still an eye-opener.

That's right, he, Chu Yanchen, is also a man.

But the degree of Chu Yanchen's obsession still shocked me, no, I returned to my seat, but he just didn't see it.

Still staring at the beauties on stage.

Han Hongshan was sitting opposite, seeing me serving wine, a trace of disdain flashed across his face.

I saw this expression three years ago.

A trace of resentment surged in my heart, I raised my hand and drank the wine in the glass.

At the end of the song, Han Yiqian thanked her with a pipa in her hand, and the man beside her came back to her senses.

It seems that the meaning is still unfinished.

A few minutes later, Han Yiqian, who had changed into a dress, returned to her seat and sat diagonally across from us.

Han Yiqian is the same age as Zhou Chang, but her temperament is completely different. At this moment, she is wearing a beige dress with an elegant and graceful temperament.

With the pearl necklace around the neck, it is really a model of a lady, even I am amazed.

"Yiqian, Mr. Chu came here to celebrate your birthday in his busy schedule, you have to give him a toast."

Under Han Hongshan's signal, Han Yiqian got up and walked over with a wine glass.

"Thank you, Mr. Chu, for your kindness."

After all, he took a sip from his wine glass.

All eyes fell on Chu Yanchen, and he slowly picked up the wine glass, raised his hand slightly, and drank it down in one gulp.

"President Chu, this is impossible." Han Hongshan immediately stood up and winked at Han Yiqian.

Han Yiqian understood immediately, drank the wine in the glass, and then looked at me.

"Sister Xiaoyu, I would like to toast you too," Han Yiqian said softly, touching the pearl on her neck, "It's still you who understand my preferences."

I glanced at Chu Yanchen suspiciously, and then suddenly realized.

This shiny seawater pearl was actually made by Chu Yanchen.

That's right, birthday celebrations, you can't come empty-handed.

But how did Chu Yanchen figure out Han Yiqian's preferences?
"Today is your birthday, I should respect you," I held up the wine glass, "I wish the little birthday star peace and joy, and everything goes well."

As soon as he raised his hand, the wine glass was blocked.

Chu Yanchen took the cup from my hand and it was empty again.

Han Yiqian glanced at the wine glass: "Miss Xiaoyu is really lucky."

I chuckled, "Mr. Chu, I'm afraid I'd drink too much and no one will drive for him."

Han Yiqian looked at Chu Yanchen in surprise, and couldn't help laughing.

I glanced at him, and the corner of the man's mouth curled up with a faint smile.

After drinking for three rounds, the guests were all a little tipsy, the birthday party ended perfectly, and Han Hongshan sent us all the way to the gate.

Before the car door was closed, Han Yiqian ran over panting, and handed a cup of hot tea to Chu Yanchen.

"sober up."

A trace of surprise flashed in Chu Yanchen's eyes: "Thank you."

The car drove away, and in the rearview mirror, the Han family was reluctant to leave.

I glanced at the hangover tea beside me, feeling mixed feelings.

I think this does not conform to the professionalism of a professional partner.