maternity hospital

Wang Xin didn't want to see Xu Yuan, and Xu Yuan didn't want to see her either.If you are a nouveau riche, you need culture but no culture, you need taste but no taste.From head to toe, I almost wore the brands of Paris Fashion Week. It looked like a billboard when I poked there, and I almost painted the famous brand logo of cosmetics on my face.

Rich people are also divided into different classes, each with its own circle.The wife of the chairman of the listed company usually disdains to deal with the daughter-in-law of the mine owner's family, and they can't chat together.Not to mention holding gold bricks, Xu Yuan reckoned that Wang Xin and his family's toilets are all gold.

Show off.

"The Hurun Rich List only depends on the numbers. If it's not listed, people don't bother to investigate you." Xu Yuan chuckled.Fight her and practice for a few more years.

Wang Xin was stunned, and asked He Quan in a low voice: "Who is this Hu guy? How much money does he have to get on his list?"

He Quan put his fist against his lips and coughed lightly, and said close to Wang Xin's ear, "That... Hu Run is an English transliteration, and his surname is not Hu... um... it probably takes tens of billions of assets to be ranked. .”

"Hey, whatever his last name is." Wang Xin waved his hand indifferently.Ten billion?Her family didn't have it, and neither did Xu Yuan's family! "Mrs. Zheng, where is your Dong Zheng on the ranking list?"

Now it's Xu Yuan's turn to hit the jackpot. Entrepreneurs with a market value of billions of RMB these days are too embarrassed to say that they are rich, let alone on the rich list.You can't drop the price in front of Wang Xin. She pressed the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief and said lightly: "Business matters are all handled by men, and I never ask."

Wang Xin sneered in his heart.Many years ago, someone lobbied their old Han to take the company public, but Han Qizheng never let go.It's not that Han Qizheng's thinking is rigid. Who doesn't know that stocks can make money, but going public means making the accounts public.Money is easy to earn in Africa, but it's not easy to make money here, and if you don't make it, you can fold yourself in.Han Qizheng has indeed invested in several listed companies, high-tech companies, but none of them are major shareholders. The annual dividends are used as pocket money for her grandson.

But the fact that no one is giving birth to a grandson is really frustrating.

"Mom, why are you still—" Seeing that his mother and He Quan hadn't returned for a long time, Han Jun came out to look for him, and saw Xu Yuan hurriedly nodded at each other, "Mrs. Zheng, long time no see."

"Director Han, long time no see." Xu Yuan changed into an approachable smiling face of the chairman's wife.

He Quan quickly gave him a "Hurry up and get your mother in" look.Han Jun was completely unaware of the flamboyance between the two women, and looked at He Quan bewilderedly.It's so hard to die, Zheng Zhiqing also came out to look for his mother. After seeing Wang Xin and Han Jun, he turned his eyes to He Quan, with a sad expression on his face.

"You... come to eat together?"

He Quan nodded awkwardly: "Aunt Wang treats you."

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Zheng?" Wang Xin realized immediately, "Mrs. Zheng, is this your son?"

"Yes, our second child, Zhiqing, call someone, this is Director Han's mother." Xu Yuan secretly bumped Zheng Zhiqing with her elbow.

"I know, I met you in Ah Quan's office before." Zheng Zhiqing realized that it was not polite to say hello to his elders, so he immediately nodded to Wang Xin, "Hello, Auntie."

"Hey, we are all acquaintances. Why don't you come to our room to eat? It's about adding some chairs." Wang Xin said while squinting at his son—really, it was a waste of money to buy him a whole room. Famous brands, I only wear T-shirts, shirts and jeans to work, and I don’t tidy myself up. I wake up and put water on my hair before going out.And look at Zheng Zhiqing, in a suit and leather shoes, with hair so smeared that flies would split his legs, looking energetic!

No wonder He Quan looked down on our family Han Jun, Wang Xin rolled his eyes in his heart, no, Han Jun must wear a suit to work tomorrow!

"Don't bother you, auntie, my mother invited friends today, let's meet again some other day." Zheng Zhiqing took his mother's arm, "Mom, the guests are already waiting, let's go in first."

As he spoke, he gave He Quan a meaningful look.He Quan pretended not to see Zheng Zhiqing's resentful eyes, and took Wang Xin's arm: "Come on, Auntie, let's go back. I haven't had my liao ginseng and millet porridge yet. It must be cold."

"Pour it up and ask the kitchen to serve you freshly cooked."

Wang Xin's heart calmed down.Hmph, even for Zheng Zhiqing's mother, He Quan couldn't possibly agree to enter Zheng's house!

Han Jun walked behind Wang Xin and He Quan, and before entering the private room, he felt his eyes staring at him from behind.Turning his head subconsciously, he saw Zheng Zhiqing quickly averted his gaze, turned and entered the private room.

Sang Tao couldn't stand the enthusiastic persuasion of Han's relatives, and he was too stupid to find excuses to refuse. He drank several glasses of mixed white wine, foreign wine and red wine, and before the dinner was over, he vomited so much that he lay in the bathroom holding the toilet and couldn't get up.Seeing that Sang Tao didn't return to his seat for a long time, Han Jun came out to look for someone, and when he saw that Sang Tao was about to slip out and slipped to the ground, he hurriedly set him up.

Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, and Sang Tao usually stutters when he speaks, but now he becomes more slick after drinking too much, but his tongue is a bit big.

"Director! I drank too much—" Sang Tao's little face was as red as a ripe apple, half hanging on Han Jun's body, stirring garlic under his feet, "Your family are all real relatives, so enthusiastic—ha —I have to ask for leave tomorrow—”

"I'll approve it now." Han Jun half-hugged and half-dragged Sang Tao to the sofa in the waiting area of ​​the lobby, so he couldn't go back to the private room, he was so drunk that he couldn't sit still.He arranged for Sang Tao to go back to the private room to get the other party's bag and coat. He was the one who brought them, and he was responsible for sending them back.

"Director He, Sang Tao drank too much. I'll take him home first, and then you can stay with my mother, please." Before leaving the room, he said into He Quan's ear.The relatives were also drunk, and the room was as noisy as a stock exchange hall. He Quan frowned and nodded, telling him to remember to get a hangover medicine for Sang Tao.

"Son, where are you going?" Seeing that Han Jun was about to leave, Wang Xin quickly stopped him.

"Send Sang Tao home, he's drunk." Han Jun didn't drink any alcohol, so he had no problem driving. After flying for more than ten hours, I am too tired."

I'll be happy if you send He Quan and don't come back.Wang Xin rolled his eyes, turned around and asked He Quan to chat and drink again.He Quan was startled by the amount of alcohol she developed from drinking palm wine in Africa, and he kept persuading her to drink less.Seeing that his mother was happy, Han Jun felt relieved and went out with his good things.

Sang Tao vomited again as soon as he got out of the car, knelt in the tree pit and hugged the tree, wishing he could just sleep.It took Han Jun a long time to drag him upstairs, sweating all over his body in the winter.Opening the refrigerator door, he shook his head and closed it again.I also want to find a lemon to make Sang Tao a glass of water to sober up, but the refrigerator is empty.Sang Tao was so drunk that he tossed and tossed on the bed. Han Jun couldn't leave at ease. After feeding him water, he went to the bathroom and twisted a hot towel to help him wipe off the stains on his neck and neckline.

"Why is Director He so nice..." Sang Tao cried and muttered, all drunken words, "When can I be like him and make everyone like me..."

"You're very likable too." Han Jun patted that hot and flushed little face, and comforted him with a smile, "The sisters in the nurse's station dote on you very much and use you as a mascot."

Sang Tao kicked his legs and asked suddenly: "Director, tell me, am I not good-looking?"

Han Jun took a closer look at Sang Tao—baby face, upturned nose, plump and round lips, and his normally fair skin was now so red that it was about to bleed.

"It's pretty, but it's a little tender." He said with a smile, "When you reach the age of Director He, you will have a mature taste and look even better."

Sang Tao raised a finger, raised it to Han Jun and ticked it off: "Come on, I want to tell you a secret!"

"What's the secret?" Han Jun leaned slightly. He has seen many people who completely changed their masters after drinking too much. Sang Tao's is not too exaggerated.

Sang Tao suddenly hooked Han Jun's neck back, pulled him in front of him, said with a slack smile, "I haven't given my first kiss yet, do you want to give it a try?"

"Don't make trouble—Sang Tao, you've drunk too much!" Seeing this posture, Han Jun quickly broke Sang Tao's arm.

Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration.

Although Sang Tao looked weak with thin arms and legs, in fact, as long as he was doing surgery, his arms would not be weak.How can you suture the fragile blood vessels when you often carry the operation for hours on the edge of the operating table, your arms are weak and your hands are unstable?

Sang Tao was drunk, but he didn't let go of his strength, and Han Jun didn't dare to break it hard for fear of hurting his arm.

The plump lips were pressed together, with a strong smell of alcohol.Sang Tao didn't know how to kiss at all, he just rubbed his lips against Han Jun's mouth.Han Jun hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, but was immediately straightened by the opponent's face, and kissed in circles with his head covered his face.

"Sang—Sang Tao! Stop making trouble!"

Han Jun broke Sang Tao's hand away with all his strength, clasped his wrist and pressed it against the other's face, panting heavily with fear.God, Sang Tao's wine is really bad. When this kid wakes up, you must warn him never to go out with strangers and get drunk!

No, Han Jun thought guiltily, acquaintances didn't seem to do either.

After drinking until eleven o'clock, the relatives of the Han family finally agreed to leave.He Quan leaned on the car door and waited for the valet driver, took out the cigarette case from his coat pocket, knocked out a lighter with his mouth in his mouth, and lit it.It's been a long time since I drank like this, and I mixed it up again, and now I feel a little dizzy because of the strength of the alcohol.

"Ah Quan, when did you start smoking?"

Zheng Zhiqing's voice sounded from the side, He Quan turned his head to the side, looked at the other party with blurred eyes, and slowly exhaled the smoke.Zheng Zhiqing waved the smoke away with her hand, pinched the smoke from He Quan's hand and threw it on the ground to crush it.

"Stop smoking, nicotine will cause nerve tremors at the tip of the fingers, making it difficult to hold the scalpel steadily."

"It's not that I smoke every day, I just want to have one after drinking. Leave me alone, Zheng Dabai, I said that I don't obey." He Quan took out another cigarette, as if he was against Zheng Zhiqing, and lit it again.

Taking a look at He Quan's car, Zheng Zhiqing said, "Give me the keys, and I'll take you home."

"You don't have to take your mother home?"

"Her car has a driver."

"You don't need to see me off, I'll call a substitute driver."

"I'll pay the driver later, and give me the key. Ah Quan, I'll give it to you." Zheng Zhiqing held out his hand to him.

He took out the car key and shook it in front of Zheng Zhiqing's eyes, He Quan suddenly held the key in his hand and put it in front of his chest when the other party reached for it: "Why, I want to have a drink/post/chaos while I'm drinking too much /sex?"

"You're not that drunk yet." Zheng Zhiqing's expression didn't change in any way, he just took the car key out of his hand and extinguished his cigarette, "Stop smoking, get in the car, it's cold outside .”

"Are you annoying?" He Quan suddenly became irritable, and his words were full of drunken venting, "I don't want you to care! Zheng Dabai! I have lived a good ten years! But since you came back, my good life It's gone! I beg you! Stay away from me! I don't love you anymore! Don't be mean, please!"

Just as Zheng Zhiqing was about to speak, the substitute driver came.He rode a small collapsible bicycle and parked next to the Volvo, checked the license plate number, raised his face and asked Zheng Zhiqing: "Excuse me, are you the owner of the car with the user name 'Eating Dabai One Bite One Bite'?"