Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1311 1330 [self-defeating, one foot down]
The BMW gallops on the road——
"I'm sorry, Mr. President, I didn't handle the matter just now, which surprised you!"

Quan Wulie apologized to Song Zhichao who was sitting in the back row.

Song Zhichao smiled, "Try not to do something like this in the future. After all, you used to be a policeman. You should know that this is their duty."

"Yes, I understand." Quan Wulie said, once again ashamed of his recklessness just now.

At the critical moment, if the chairman hadn't dialed the phone in time and called the high-level police officers in charge of the nearby police, I'm afraid things would get worse and worse.

After such a small episode, Li Fuzhen, who was originally depressed, improved a lot.

In particular, Song Zhichao told her his own story, which gave Li Fuzhen a deeper understanding of Song Zhichao.

"Okay, you just send me to the front." Li Fuzhen suddenly pointed to a big hotel not far in front, "That hotel is opened by our Samsung Group, and I am a VIP there."

Song Zhichao smiled and joked, "Since you are a VIP, then open a room for me too. I don't plan to go back tonight."

Looking at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock. It was estimated that the little girl Jin Sanshun had already fallen asleep, and she would have to knock on the door again at this time.

Although Song Zhichao has the habit of bullying the little girl Jin Sanshun, he still doesn't want to disturb the little girl's dream from the bottom of his heart.

Li Fuzhen chuckled, "Speaking of the hotel industry, your Lotte Group has many hotel chains in South Korea. As the chairman of the group, you, Chairman Song, are afraid that you won't be able to find a place to stay?"

Song Zhichao knew she was joking, but Li Fuzhen was right.

Lotte Group also operates a lot of hotels in South Korea, especially the Shilla Hotel, which has many chains in South Korea. A hotel tycoon like Song Zhichao is afraid that he has no place to stay?

While the two were chatting and laughing, the car had already driven to the entrance of the hotel.

Quan Wulie stopped the car, got out of the car, and opened the door for Li Fuzhen.

Li Fuzhen smiled at Song Zhichao and said, "I'm leaving, thank you for your story."

Li Fuzhen and Song Zhichao have always been tit for tat for the benefit of the group. Although they have communicated in private, they are also entangled in various purposes. Like now, Li Fuzhen's "thank you" is full of sincerity.

Song Zhichao smiled and said nothing.

Li Fuzhen picked up the red Chanel Kun bag beside her and stepped out of the car with one leg. Suddenly, she turned her head and said to Song Zhichao, "You still have a chance—"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Li Fuzhen smiled charmingly: "If you ask me to keep me, maybe I will stay."

Song Zhichao: "..."

Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't respond, Li Fuzhen shrugged and prepared to get out of the car.

At this time-
Song Zhichao suddenly grabbed her hand from behind and said, "Stay here!"

Li Fuzhen trembled for a moment, then looked back at Song Zhichao, smiling like a flower.

……

Autumn in Korea is a rainy season.

Unlike Hong Kong or other places, the rainy season is usually summer.

When it rained, the weather became colder.

Song Zhichao woke up from his sweet dream, listening to the sound of rain outside, he didn't bother to open his eyes.

His nostrils moved, and he seemed to be able to vaguely smell the fragrance left on Li Fuzhen's body. He reached out to touch it, but there was no one beside the pillow.

Only then did Song Zhichao open his eyes, and found himself lying on the bed alone, and Li Fuzhen had already left.

Song Zhichao closed his eyes again, guessing the time, what time is it now.

At this time, someone knocked on the door and said in English: "Room service!"

Song Zhichao was used to staying in hotels, and he knew that if the guests had no special requirements, the "room service" would usually be around ten o'clock, which meant that it was almost ten o'clock now.

sleep so long?
Song Zhichao realized for the first time that he would be so lazy.

He got up from the bed.

Outside, the hotel maid is yelling again: "Room service!"

Song Zhichao said, "Come in!"

With a creak, the door of the guest room was opened, and a waitress in a customer service uniform came in, "Sir, do you need to clean?"

Song Zhichao got up, dressed casually and said, "Let's clean up, first clean the outside."

As soon as Song Zhichao finished speaking, he heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner coming from outside. It is estimated that the waitress started to clean the sofa and carpet outside.

Song Zhichao walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and washed up carefully. Then he wrapped a bath towel, took the towel to wipe his wet hair, and went outside——
I thought the waitress had already finished cleaning, but I didn't expect to see the waitress staring at me dumbfounded as soon as I went out.

Song Zhichao didn't care either, he was afraid of wearing a bath towel.

On the contrary, the waitress turned pale with fright, and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir! I'm sorry, sir!"

Song Zhichao waved his hand to tell her not to apologize.

The waitress breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect this gentleman to be so talkative, and she was about to leave after picking up the vacuum cleaner. At this time, Song Zhichao suddenly stopped her from behind and said, "Come back!"

The waitress was taken aback, and hurriedly turned around and asked, "Sir, what else do you want?"

Song Zhichao said, "Is there any smoke?"

"Huh?" The waitress froze for a moment.

Song Zhichao said: "The kind of menthol, women's cigarettes..."

The waitress hurriedly shook her head, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't smoke."

Song Zhichao laughed dumbfounded, nodded and said, "It's okay, I was thinking too much."

The waitress hurriedly said again: "If you need it, sir, I can help you buy it."

"No need," Song Zhichao shook his head, "I'm just asking casually."

Just ask?

What a strange person.

The waitress was a little confused.

"Is it raining outside?" Song Zhichao asked again.

The waitress nodded, "Come on, it was big last night, but it's a little smaller now."

"Is it cold?"

"It's very cold!" The waitress didn't know why Song Zhichao asked so many wonderful questions.

"Okay, let's go!" Song Zhichao took out the consumption and handed it to the waitress.

The waitress was taken aback for a moment, and took it, but it turned out to be 300 won ([-] Hong Kong dollars), which is a large amount in the tip, so she hurriedly thanked Song Zhichao again.

Song Zhichao nodded and said nothing more.

Soon, the waitress left, leaving Song Zhichao alone in the room.

He remembered Li Fuzhen leaning against him last night, smoking a cigarette.

The smell of menthol cigarettes haunted him.

But what made Song Zhichao even more unforgettable was the slight sadness in Li Fuzhen's eyes.

A tyrannical chaebol girl, the famous Samsung princess——
Who would have thought that she was a woman full of worries and infinite sadness?

Song Zhichao shook his head, quickly throwing away these thoughts.

I even wondered, when did I become so sentimental?

at this time--
Boom boom boom!
Someone knocked hastily on the door.

Quan Wulie's voice came from outside: "It's not good, Mr. Chairman! Something happened in Hong Kong!"

(End of this chapter)