After the courier left, Xia goodnight went to the floor window and stared downstairs for a while. Seeing the courier say hello to Han jingnian and leave, she went downstairs again.

When Xia goodnight came out of the elevator and walked out toward the door of the apartment building, he met Han jingnian, who was just stepping into the door of the apartment building.

Han jingnian sees summer goodnight, the footstep dundun, the eye ground flashed a touch of surprise: "you want to go out?"

Han jingnian is quite able to pretend. He knew she was going out, and he made it so lifelike that someone happened to be playing

Summer good night, I think so from the bottom of my heart. I've already opened my mouth. The excuse for breaking up is more smooth than Han's: "yes, I'm going back to my parents. I haven't visited them for several days. I want to visit them this weekend."

"I'll see you off."

"No, I've already called for a car. It's right at the gate of the community..." After dinner, Xia said, "by the way, Zhang tezhu just called me and said he couldn't reach you."

Han subconsciously touched his pocket for years, and then he realized later that he didn't bring his cell phone at all. "Oh, there's no power on his cell phone."

Don't think she didn't know that when she just came home, she saw his cell phone which was automatically shut down because of no electricity on the bedside table Summer evening installation didn't find that Han jingnian's pocket was empty. "Then you need to go back to charge the electricity and contact Zhang tezhu. What's his emergency?"

Han jingnian nodded slightly: "then slow down on your way and send me a message when you arrive."

Summer goodnight eyes curved "mm-hmm" twice, then and Han jingnian waved, two people separated.

Back home, Han went to the bedside table first and turned over his mobile phone. After getting the study charged, he waited for about five minutes. The mobile phone automatically turned on, and then a pile of unanswered SMS alerts. Before the "Ding Dong" sound of those SMS was over, Zhang's phone came in.

Han jingnian swipes the screen to answer.

"Mr. Han, you can count on answering the phone. Mr. Cheng has been waiting for you at the golf course for an hour..."

Hearing this, Han was stunned for years, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrow.

He forgot all about his work

With this thought, he crossed Han's brain for several years, and his hand stopped suddenly, holding his eyebrow, "how can I be so out of shape?"

"What? President Han, what do you say? " Zhang tezhu, who was rushed out of the hospital by Xie Lin, happened to enter the elevator and didn't hear what Han jingnian said.

After years of neglect, he stared at the desk thoughtfully, his eyes and eyebrows suddenly.

He even lost his temper for her to such an extent that he forgot his work, his customers and his mobile phone He always thought that she had a great influence on him, but he didn't expect that one day, she had such an influence on him that she made him make such an irrational move.

"Mr. Han, I was just in the elevator. What did you say?" Zhang tezhu didn't wait for Han jingnian's words, but he opened his mouth again.

"It's nothing," Han jingnian recalled. "You call Mr. Cheng and apologize. I'll see him right away."

"OK, OK, and President Han, I've called the bodyguard assigned to his wife. He said that he would come back from his hometown as soon as possible tonight..." Speaking of Zhang's help here, he suddenly seemed to understand something. After a pause, he opened his mouth in the next second: "President Han, you can't find anyone this morning. It's not because the bodyguard can't stay downstairs to help his wife intercept the express, so he went downstairs to intercept the express himself..."

Before Zhang's words were finished, the phone was hung up by Han for years.

He went downstairs because the bodyguard had an emergency and asked for leave In fact, he also thought that there would be no second terrorist express delivery in prison, but he was not afraid of 10000 yuan, just in case Even if it's one in ten million, he can't take risks because it's about her.