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"Director Gu is not a miss. What about President song?"

As the voice settled, the voice on the top of the head began to speak in a more gloomy voice: "me, yes, no, yes, little sister?"

A room of people who were laughing because boss song shouted "Miss Xia goodnight" at first, all looked behind Xia goodnight, and then the laughter in everyone's mouth gradually turned small.

The one who laughs the most is boss song. His eyes are full of contempt and disdain when he looks at Xia goodnight. Even after hearing the voice, he lingered on the skin exposed at the collar of Xia goodnight's clothes for a moment, then he moved his eyes upward with a funny smile. After seeing the person clearly, he seemed to bump into a ghost. His eyes suddenly opened to the maximum, and the laughter in his throat was terrible But no more.

The smile on his face did not fade, and his face looked twisted and strange.

He was like a fool, staring at the person standing behind Xia goodnight, and didn't respond for a long time.

The man standing behind Xia goodnight, ignoring the dead boss song, reached out and took the glass of white wine in front of Xia goodnight, handed it to his mouth without saying a word, poured it all into his stomach. Then he squeezed the glass hard, put it on the table heavily, and the voice of his mouth became colder and deeper, which led to the noisy box. Now it's quiet When Buddha dropped a needle, he could hear: "President song, do you want me to be like this, enough, small, elder sister?"

At the moment when his voice settled, the wine cup which he placed on the table slowly cracked a gap, and then at the moment when his hand was released, it was directly smashed on the table.

With the crisp sound of glass fragments falling on the table, boss song nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice and opened his mouth: "enough for Miss Han, Han, Han, President Han..."

Han didn't speak for years, and looked at boss song's eyes as if they could drip water.

Boss song's legs were shivering in his chair. Seeing the fierce color of Han jingnian's eyes, he realized that he had said something wrong and immediately shook his head crazily: "no, no, no, Han, President Han, how can you be a miss? I am a miss!"

In the face of boss song's stammering voice, Han looked at him for years without any sign of speaking.

Boss song was scared by Han jingnian and almost rolled to the ground. "President Han, I'm wrong. I'm really wrong. I'm a miss. My family is a miss!"

"President Han, I'm really wrong. I'm really wrong. I can't dare any more. I..."

Zhang Tezhi, who was with Han jingnian, saw that boss song had not been enlightened, so he kindly reminded him, "boss song, is the person you apologize for right?"

"Oh, oh..." Being reminded of this, boss song immediately looked at Xia Goodnight: "Miss Xia Xia, right, right, I'm sorry, I'm wrong, I don't know Taishan, you don't have the same understanding with me..."

Did not wait for the summer good night to have the reaction, the South Korean classics year on the side looked at the nearby Zhang specially helps.

Zhang tezhu immediately understood the meaning of Han jingnian. He clapped his hands and soon a waiter came in with a large cup.

Zhang te helped to take the cup, poured all the white wine on the table into it, and then put it in front of boss song: "President song, apology should be sincere, isn't it?"