I'd love to live next door to you

"Far away? Did Mrs. Han go on a tour? Where did she go? Abroad? "

The woman who came to chat up with Han jingnian kept asking questions when she saw that Han jingnian had been ignoring herself.

If he had changed to the former Korean year, he would have driven away the women impatiently. But now, as if he didn't hear the woman's words, he would have fixed his eyes on a glass in front of him, and he would have fixed his mind and didn't respond.

"Mr. Han, why don't you accompany Mrs. Han on a tour?"

With the conclusion of the woman's sentence, Zhang tezhu clearly caught Han jingnian's fingertip quivering.

If he could go with his wife, he thought president Han would have gone long ago?

Zhang te took a step forward subconsciously, "excuse me, miss, please back away, thank you."

"Mr. Han..." Perhaps it was Han jingnian who took one or two words from her. The woman was not convinced to be driven away by Zhang specially, and the demon voice began to cast a Jiao on Han jingnian.

Zhang te helped but didn't talk nonsense with women. He waved directly at the distance. Soon two security guards came over.

"Mr. Han..." The woman yelled at Han jingnian again. Seeing that Han jingnian ignored and didn't respond, she looked at the two security guards and gave Zhang teh a hard look. She got up and left.

After the woman left, Zhang tezhu did not dare to speak in disorder, and carefully observed the changes in Han's expression over the years.

Although in the face of great pain and sorrow, the words are pale and powerless, but Zhang can't help but think about whether to comfort Han jingnian. Just as he was about to speak, Han jingnian suddenly stopped looking at the glass and asked in a light tone, "what time is it?"

Zhang te helped to collect the words back to his mouth and took a look at the time on his wrist: "it's nine fifty-seven."

"It's nine fifty-seven..." Han Jing repeated this time in a young voice. After a while, he continued to move his lips: "let's go. I want to go home before eleven."

By eleven She made me have to go home.

Light floating words, said Zhang Te to help the tip of the nose a acid, a hot corner of the eye, almost tears hit out, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, just barely let himself calm the mood: "yes, President Han, I'm going to say hello to you."

Han did not speak again.

Zhang tezhu walked into the crowd, shook hands with people for a while, and then turned back to Han jingnian's face: "President Han, OK."

Han jingnian gets up, arranges his cufflinks and wrinkled clothes, and heads for the exit.

On the way home, Han jingnian leaned on the back of the car seat and said nothing.

When he arrived downstairs, Zhang tezhu called "President Han" twice, and it took years for Han to come back to his senses. Then he nodded his head suddenly, bent over and got out of the car, and entered the elevator.

When the elevator door was closed, Zhang helped to step on the accelerator again. He just wanted to turn around, but through the rearview mirror, he saw a mobile phone on the rear seat.

That's Han jingnian's cell phone

Zhang te helped put out the car fire, took his mobile phone, got off the car and went upstairs.

Arriving at the 27th floor, he rang the doorbell. After waiting for about half a minute, the door was opened. Han jingnian, who was all wet, appeared in Zhang's vision with a wet cat in his arms.

"Mr. Han, your mobile phone is in the car."

Han jingnian raised his head slightly to show that he knew. Then he motioned to Zhang Te to help him put his cell phone anywhere, and he went back to the bathroom with a small mirror in his arms.