Fast time travel: the abuse of scum

Chapter 211 The King of the Nightclub 19
King had a cold face, and said something that made Miss Zhang uncomfortable in a gentle voice.

Sure enough, the short-tempered Ms. Zhang was not happy.

"What do you mean?"

Ms. Zhang's suppressed anger came from the phone.

"I pushed so many things today, just to date you, you tell me, you don't have time today?"

"King, what do you mean! I'm at the hotel now!"

The voice of suppressing anger became louder and louder, and it was obvious that the anger could not be suppressed at the end.

The voice also became sharper.

One after another is full of questions.

A little impatience appeared on King's face, but his voice became more and more gentle.

The voice was soft and whispered like a sympathizer, calm but miraculously calmed Miss Zhang down.

"I really want to meet you too, but today is the first anniversary of your company."

"You deserve to spend time with the employees of the company."

King said one sentence after another, his voice was soft but did not give Ms. Zhang any space to interrupt.

"So I've ordered a cake to be delivered to your company. Presumably, the cake should arrive by this time."

"This is your day with your employees, and it is really inconvenient for me to intervene."

Slowly but without doubt, he finished what he had said.

King just stopped.

Miss Zhang paused for a while on the phone, and then a voice with an obvious crying voice came out.

"King, I, I really didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect... you even remember this..."

The crying sound became more and more obvious.

King slightly moved the phone away from his ears, and still said softly: "Good boy, please go back to the company now, they are all waiting for you..."

The gentle persuasion made Ms. Zhang extremely moved.

Immediately, he vowed that he would go back immediately, and go back to receive the king's wishes.

Not to mention how Ms. Zhang was so moved that she hung up her phone, and then drove to her company in great excitement.

Just talk about the king at this time.

There was no trace of a smile on a handsome face, only a cold face.

He started sending messages without saying a word.

In fact, he didn't order any cake at all.

I don't know if today is the first anniversary of Ms. Zhang's company.

So he is ordering the cake now, and the flowers.

Whether it is really an anniversary is not important, what is important is the man's heart, that is, his heart.

Women always want to receive gifts.

Even if there is no memorable holiday, I still look forward to presents.

Today is not the first anniversary of any company.

Even if Ms. Zhang knows that it is not today, there is no problem.

Even if he knew it was not, he would still be moved by his sincerity.

So it is absolutely appropriate to do this...

Now it's just the finishing touches, the cake and flowers have already been ordered.

It will be almost delivered in about an hour.

Flowers will bloom a little faster.

The hotel that Ms. Zhang booked is about 40 minutes away from her company.

And by then the flowers should have arrived.

As for the cake, I'm afraid it will be slower.

But even so, if Ms. Zhang asks the teacher to blame, he can still put the responsibility on the cake shop.

The king paid the money silently.

The phone is put away.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I came back to my senses after hearing Wen Chun's shout, put on a smile again and walked back.

"Why so slow..." Wen Chun complained.

King smiled and said nothing, lowered his head, glanced at the phone slightly, and then looked at Wen Chun again.

Wen Chun naturally knew what the other party was doing...

Anyway, there are only a few possibilities...

As a male publicist, the phone call was probably made by the other party's sponsor.

Or it could be that Lu Xinyue...

Wen Chun didn't intend to say anything more about this.

With one hand, he put the finished cup heavily on the table.

Then he raised his head and said matter-of-factly: "I'm hungry."

King raised his eyebrows, and looked at Wen Chun who was in front of him with his head up.

The pointed chin is raised, and the hair that slightly covers the face on weekdays hangs down to the neck due to gravity.

He found that the woman in front of him was really small...

A face is only the size of a palm, with a pointed chin, big eyes, and a rather upturned nose.

Although the sharp eyebrows are drawn, it only weakens the cuteness of this woman.

It still doesn't look fierce, but rather cute.

Like a cat looking up at you...

She's obviously super cute, but she still has to act like I'm super fierce...

King's fingers moved slightly.

"What do you want to eat?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, King suddenly realized that his voice was a little hoarse.

It was not as smooth and calm as when I had just called Ms. Zhang, but there was some clearly audible lust.

"I think about it, I want to eat dumplings!"

Following Wen Chun's answer, King breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the other party didn't recognize the problem with his voice...

But I feel a little lost...

For a moment, he didn't know what he wanted.

Suppressing the inexplicable restlessness in my heart, I put on a professional smile again: "What do you want to eat?"

"It's made with cabbage and pork!" Wen Chun looked at the king with bright eyes, "I remember there is some pork in the refrigerator that I didn't use up this morning! Just eat this! It doesn't need to be too much, just enough for you and me."

King nodded, for him, it didn't matter what kind of stuff it was.

The job of making dumplings is not very technical for him.

Moreover, he has not eaten dumplings for a long time, nor has he made a dumpling himself...

He seems to love dumplings the most...

With a smile, Wen Chun looked at King's slightly fuzzy look.

According to the memory of the original owner, king likes to eat dumplings the most.

The reason is unknown, but the other party does like to eat.

But I don't like to eat quick-frozen dumplings that can be bought in supermarkets.

King likes homemade dumplings, because such dumplings have a human touch and love, but he hasn't eaten them for a long time.

When the original owner heard King talking about this, he was so moved that he even practiced the skill of making dumplings in private, just to let King have a humane and loving dumpling.

However, if Wen Chun is asked to come and see it, it is purely because the king is full and has nothing to do.

Anyway, I'm full, so it's better to use it to make dumplings.

Under Wen Chun's command, king found out the apron and put it on.

The apron is really too small for the king.

The apron with pink girlish things on the inside looked a little ridiculous hanging on the king.

But also inexplicably warm.

After working for a while, the stall was finally set up, and Wen Chun asked the king to move her to the sofa where he could watch the king making dumplings.

King's work is very quick. It's just a little unfamiliar at first, but he gets familiar with it soon.

At this time, the flour has been spread out and the dough is being kneaded.

(End of this chapter)