I'd love to live next door to you

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Three days later, Britain.

Han jingnian and Zhang tezhu landed at the local international airport at 4 p.m. local time.

After checking in at the hotel, the two people who went on business didn't even have the time to get jet lag, so they put into their busy work.

Three hours of meetings, two hours of banquets, two hours of meeting customers When Han jingnian and Zhang tezhu can breathe a sigh of relief, it's midnight local time.

Tired and paralyzed, Zhang tezhu went back to the hotel and went to bed. However, Han jingnian, who lives in the next room, stood in front of the floor window and looked at the brilliant lights in the city. He swallowed sleeping pills three or four times in succession, but failed to sleep.

The next morning, it was still a continuous work schedule, until the afternoon finally had time to breathe.

Sitting in the car, Zhang te helped look at Han jingnian's tired brows and eyes, and asked aloud, "President Han, do you want to take advantage of your free time and go back to the hotel for a rest?"

After a few seconds of silence, Han finally looked out the window at the biggest shopping mall that happened to arrive. "Turn to the shopping mall."

Zhang tezhu "yes", just at the intersection ahead, took a turn and drove into the underground parking lot of the shopping mall.

Han jingnian strolls from the first floor to the fourth floor. Zhang tezhu, who is beside him, sees Han jingnian holding his mobile phone and texting Xia goodnight's mobile number more than once.

"Ann, do you like yellow or Tiffany blue?"

"Ann, do you think the Emerald Pendant looks good, or the ruby one?"

"Ann, which pair of shoes do you like to wear, middle heel or high heel? High heels are more beautiful, but middle heels are more comfortable... "

"An'an......"

The messages he sent, like the stone sea, never waited to respond, but Zhang te's assistant carried more and more bags.

When he arrived at a clothing store on the fourth floor, Han jingnian chose two new skirts for summer's good night according to his own vision.

When the salesman helped him to get his clothes, Han sat on the sofa in the rest area for many years, looking out of the window at a void and calmed down.

All the way, Zhang tezhu followed him. When he answered the phone at work and was talking to people in English, a female voice came from the changing room from afar. It was also English: "do you have s code for this dress?"

In a very short sentence, but let Han jingnian stare out of the window, suddenly turned his head to the dressing room.

"Yes, miss. Just a moment, please." The blonde salesman replied and walked out of the dressing room.

She went to the front desk, checked the inventory record of the clothes, and then folded it back into the dressing room: "excuse me, miss, this dress itself has your size. Unfortunately, five minutes ago, it was ordered by a Chinese gentleman."

"That's a pity..." The girl who just asked about her size made another noise.

With this time, the female voice settled down, Han jingnian seemed to have been hit by something. He shivered all over. Then he got up and rushed to the dressing room.

"President Han!" Seeing this, Zhang te gave a subconscious look at Han jingnian.

After years of ignoring Zhang's help, Han went directly to the door of the dressing room and held out his hand.

"I'm sorry, sir, you can't go in..." A saleswoman rushed to stop Han jingnian.