Sir,Your Wife Escape Again

When He Wei went to Singapore this time, things went smoothly, and he was praised by the president of his branch, Mr. Ghent.

Mr. Ghent is a white Englishman in his early fifties. He is tall and a bit bald. His appearance can be called elegant, but his character is worrying.

The bank she worked for was called "Leighton bank". She started from making gold and silver wares before. Later, Mr. Leighton and his wife got married. After the union of the two banks, the present big bank was established.

Leighton bank has 98 branches in the world and four in Asia.

There are about 300 employees in the Hong Kong Branch, but there are only 11 women, including only two Asian women.

Zhang Zhu, two years older than He Wei, is the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Hong Kong. Her cousin is a famous doctor. Her name is Eileen Luo. She also knows Pei Cheng, Gu Qingzhou's brother-in-law.

The other is He Wei.

Mr. Ghent, the head of the branch, likes Asian beauty very much. Every time he sees Zhang Zhu and He Wei, his eyes shine.

Zhang Zhu's family is so prominent that he dare not be frivolous.

He Wei was recommended by the people from the head office. He didn't know the details of He Wei, so he didn't dare to act rashly for the time being, but he was always a bit provocative.

He Wei never dare to reveal his identity, for fear that Mr. Ghent would aggravate the harassment to her when he knew that she was born in poverty.

So when the bank discussed the gold bars in Gu Qingzhou's name, He Wei deliberately said, "this is Mrs. Si's. she's my sister."

Others asked if it was my sister.

He Wei faltered: "the relationship is very close."

It must be very expensive to save so much money. In order to prove that what he said was true, He Wei volunteered to do it.

She really did, and said that she was sent back by Gu Qingzhou.

When Mr. Ghent got the document, he showed a little caution and was polite to He Wei, which was the kind of politeness on official business.

"I wish I could last a little longer. I don't want to be exposed so quickly." He wei walked out of the bank, only temporarily relieved.

She heard that Mr. Ghent's term of office is five years, and this year is his fourth.

While waiting for Mr. Ghent to transfer, He Wei is waiting for her boyfriend to come to Hong Kong.

She'll be better when she gets married.

Nowadays, in this world, it's too difficult for women to do business, especially for women who are a little bit attractive. Those superiors or male colleagues think that you are not at home to teach your husband and children, that is to send them to laugh, not to despise you a few words, as if to disappoint you.

He Wei thought that when she got married and worked long hours, her situation would certainly change.

Her boyfriend is also a child of an ordinary family, with many brothers and sisters. He could go to such an expensive medical school because his uncle supported him.

In such a family, her boyfriend would not object to her work.

In this way, He Wei's mood has improved a lot.

She got off the streetcar next door and saw a small butcher's shop on the corner. Thinking that there was no food at home, she bought two kilos of spareribs.

He Wei's house has thin walls and little space. It's about thirty years flat. She's very comfortable living alone.

When I got home, I burned the ribs and was about to take the juice out of the pot when someone knocked on the door.

He Wei was surprised.

She walked carefully to the door and asked who?

People outside the door said in English: "young lady, what are you cooking, so fragrant?"

The voice is old, a bit lazy and low.

He Wei knows that this is the old Englishman in the room next to her. She went to work several times in the morning and met him to buy wine.

He was very down and down, his clothes were dirty and wrinkled, his hair and beard were messy, and his face was almost gone. When he met his neighbor, he didn't say hello and passed by as if he didn't see him.

Compared with the other two families, the old Englishman was extremely quiet and never disturbed the residents.

He Wei opened the door.

Sure enough, he was standing at the door.

He exudes a faint aroma of wine, but also has just woken up ignorant, may be drinking wine for a day, now wake up but hungry.

"It's braised spareribs." He Wei said, "I put a lot of ginger and garlic. Can you eat it?"

Almost all the English people she knew didn't like ginger, and garlic was just as grudging.

However, braised meat can not be separated from these.

"I like ginger and garlic. Give me a bowl." Said the old man.

He Wei said: "well, come in and eat. I didn't eat either."

But the old man didn't go in. He stood at the door and said, "gentlemen don't go into single ladies' rooms, especially young ladies."

He Wei laughed: "I'll give you a bowl, just a moment."

The old man said, "please close the door before you go to Sheng. Young people should know how to protect themselves."

He Wei was stunned. Instead, he thought his words were reasonable. As expected, he closed the door first.

She quickly filled a bowl of braised ribs, and a large bowl of rice, together with the end to him: "the rest of the soup mixed with rice, very delicious."The old man took it.

The next morning, before he Wei went to work, he saw that he had two more bowls in front of his door, one of which contained a piece of chocolate candy.

She took out the sugar and went to work happily.

That night, when she came back from work, she met the old man on the path downstairs. He was still in rags with two bottles of wine in his hand.

He praised He Wei's ribs, saying they were the most delicious he had ever eaten.

"I'll make braised pork at the weekend, and I'll give you one." He Wei said generously.

She asked the old man where he came from in England, why he came to Hong Kong and other people in his family?

The old man said he was from London.

"I've been busy for most of my life, and suddenly I want to write a book, so I want to wander around. I just arrived in Hong Kong, where the wine is very good.

My wife and I have been married for 40 years. She shaves my beard every morning. It's the morning when she's sick. That morning, the two dogs we had for 12 years went with her.

I lost everything in one day and didn't want to stay in London any more, so I decided to go around and have a look, drink and write poetry like I did when I was young. " Said the old man.

At this point, there is a strong sadness on his face.

He Wei heard him talk about his wife and dog, but he didn't mention his children and grandchildren. Maybe he didn't, so she didn't ask any more, just said: "your ideal is very romantic."

The old man suddenly asked, "young lady, what's your ideal?"

"Work hard," he said with a smile

"Work is not an ideal, it's survival. Do you work at Leighton bank? " Asked the old man.

"You know?"

"Once you went to work in the morning, and you took a paper bag with Lyden's stamp on it." The old man said.

He Wei was surprised.

It's an internal label. Outsiders certainly don't know it.

"You worked in Leiden, too?" He Wei is a bit surprised.

The old man sighed, "yes. It's not worth losing my time. It's meaningless except making money. If I had written poetry earlier, I would be a poet now. "

He Wei is neither laughing nor crying.

She paid a little respect to the bank and did not follow the old man to slander it.