She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

Zhou Hanzhi's acumen made me speechless.

I thought he would at best attribute my behavior to a compliment to a young boss.

But now it seems that he has figured out my little thoughts.

But in life, acting is what you strive for. When it’s time to act, you have to act like it.

Considering Zhou Hanzhi's status as the employer, I followed the principle of maintaining superficial harmony and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, stop teasing me. Even if you lend me the courage, I wouldn't dare to tease you."

"Really?" The man looked closely at him, "I don't think so."

This determined tone made me panic inexplicably.

I curled my fingers and said something different: "Of course, and wasn't Mr. Zhou willing to cooperate just now?"

Hearing this, Zhou Hanzhi's expression froze and he became speechless.

I admit I was being a bit sarcastic.

I stopped when I felt good, glanced at Song Qing who was not far away, and said, "Mr. Song is calling me, so I'll excuse you now."

In comparison, it is more important to have a good relationship with Song Qing.

In the mountaintop restaurant, at the floor-to-ceiling windows, in front of a long retro European-style table, Zhou Hanzhi and Song Qing sat at the main seats, while Zeng Zhi and I sat directly opposite them.

On the table, there are sumptuous dishes, and the Lafite engraved with the 85 vintage has been opened in advance and the wine has been sobered up.

Every detail is written with luxury and nobility, which is enough to show the sincerity of the host.

After a while, Song Qing winked at the waiter and ordered him to pour wine for Zhou Hanzhi.

Seeing this, Zhou Hanzhi raised his hand slightly and said politely: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, the one at home is very strict."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qing and I were both stunned.

No need to explain, the person Zhou Hanzhi mentioned in his family was Lin Xixi.

It's quite astonishing that Zhou Hanzhi, who is away from home, can be so self-conscious.

I have to admire Lin Xixi's knack for taming her husband.

If ordinary people heard this reply, they would definitely be furious, but Song Qing was not. She took the decanter from the waiter's hand with a smile, and said warmly: "It's such a beautiful day, it's unreasonable for Mr. Zhou not to have a drink. Manager Meng, what do you mean? Yes or no?"

I didn't expect that Song Qing would suddenly click on me, and I was a little stunned for a moment.

I know that if I reply incorrectly to this question, Song Qing will probably be kicked off the cooperation list directly.

But I can’t afford to offend Zhou Hanzhi.

After weighing the two, I decided to throw the question to Zhou Hanzhi: "Mr. Song is right, but we, Mr. Zhou, are also famous for being strict with ourselves."

"Really?" Song Qing smiled slyly and said, "Mr. Zhou, I have worked so hard to arrange such a big meal, are you sure you don't want to give me this face? Do you think my wine is not good, or do you look down on me? This person?"

This problem is quite difficult.

What's more, when Song Qing said this, she was both sweet and angry, and it would be difficult for ordinary people to resist.

I silently sweated for Zhou Hanzhi, but the next second, I heard him say: "Why is Manager Meng silent? Mr. Song is asking you something."

Zhou Hanzhi is afraid that there is something wrong with his understanding. It is clearly him that Mr. Song is asking, is he okay?

I suddenly realized that I had been tricked by Zhou Hanzhi again.

When he raised his eyes to look at Zhou Han, he saw the man holding a tea cup with a leisurely and contented expression.

Are you going to push me out again and use me as cannon fodder?

In this case, you can't blame me for being unkind.

"Mr. Zhou," I said in a calm and serious voice, "It's rare for Mr. Song to be kind to me. If you don't have a drink, it would really be a bit unjustifiable."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a "click" sound, and the tea cup in Zhou Hanzhi's hand gently pressed on the table, making a muffled sound.

It seems that he is unhappy.

I could only continue to explain: "Besides, Mr. Song and Manager Lin are close friends. With Manager Lin's generous temperament, he will definitely not be the same as you."

There is no way, since everyone is here for Xiaoyaoke, then I naturally choose the side that is beneficial to me.

As for Zhou Hanzhi, I can't control that much.

As expected, after my words, Song Qing suddenly beamed: "Manager Meng is still considerate, what do you think, Mr. Zhou?"

His calm eyes fell on my face quietly, and after two seconds, I heard Zhou Hanzhi say: "Okay, let's stop there."

The wine just started to drink.

The taste of vintage red wine is still excellent, but drinking is easy to start but difficult to end.

In addition, Mr. Xiao Song was eloquent and had a great capacity for drinking. He had one message after another to persuade him to drink. After drinking, Zeng Zhi and I were a little overwhelmed.

On the other hand, Zhou Hanzhi always adhered to the principle of ordering until he finished, taking small sips.

Song Qing also noticed this and moved the wooden chair towards Zhou Hanzhi. While pouring a glass of wine, she said, "Mr. Zhou, this is actually the first time I've seen you. You're really amazing."

This is about confiding in him.

"I was just wondering how there could be a man with such a handsome face." Song Qing leaned forward again, "Xixi is really lucky."

Hearing this, my hand slipped, and the fork accidentally fell out of my hand and fell on the ground.

I calmly bent down to pick it up, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Song Qing swinging her slender legs and rubbing against Zhou Hanzhi's legs.

The scene was quite heated.

However, Zhou Hanzhi still looked like he had no desires or desires, and was very calm.

"Mr. Zhou, I may have drunk too much. Could you please take me back to my room?"

Song Qing's hint was already very obvious.

I glanced at Zhou Hanzhi and quickly looked away.

At this time, Zeng Zhi and I should automatically disguise ourselves as background boards.

Just when I was thinking about finding a reason to avoid it, Zhou Hanzhi's voice whispered in my ears again: "Manager Meng, please send Mr. Zhou back to his room first."

Sometimes I am really afraid of what will happen.

What Song Qing wants is Zhou Hanzhi. If I spoil her good deeds at this time, there will definitely be no need to talk about the guest list.

Thinking of this, I took a breath and pretended to be drunk: "Sorry, Mr. Song, I feel dizzy and want to vomit. I... I'll go to the bathroom first."

If you can't afford to offend, you must have some discernment.

Before getting up, I clearly saw the flash of appreciation in Song Qing's eyes.

I hid in the bathroom for a good twenty minutes.

Counting the time, Zhou Hanzhi should have left the restaurant with Song Qing.

I think that as smart as Zhou Hanzhi, as long as he is not happy, I believe he has a hundred ways to reject Song Qing, unlike me, who cannot afford to offend her at all.

But another possibility is not ruled out.

After all, this little Mr. Song wants to look good and be charming, so he can't control it, so it's normal.

The person who should worry about it is Lin Xixi, right?

After finishing my psychological preparation, I returned to the restaurant cautiously. From a distance, I saw someone sitting in front of the dining table. I took a closer look and saw who it was if it wasn't Zhou Hanzhi.

At that time, the man looked like a cold and ruthless cold jade Guanyin, sitting quietly in front of the window, his eyes slightly closed, his face hidden in the backlight, and his emotions difficult to distinguish.

It's the scent of being pure and aloof that makes people feel like they can only watch from a distance and don't dare to play with it.

But Song Qing and Zeng Zhi have disappeared.

Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief.

My guess is correct, Zhou Hanzhi still knows how to escape.

It was windy on the top of the mountain, and it was the twelfth lunar month of winter. The mountain wind was even more chilly. I glanced at the man in front of the window and asked the waiter to get a blanket.

When I approached Zhou Han, I boasted that my voice was not loud and my movements were cautious. However, as soon as the blanket was draped over the man, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, he suddenly raised his eyes and said coldly: "Aren't you fainting now?"