Have you gone on a long trip? Did Mrs. Han go out for a trip? Where did she go? Is she abroad?

The woman who came to chat with Han Jingnian kept asking questions when she saw that Han Jingnian ignored her.

If it were Han Jingnian in the past, he would have driven the woman away impatiently, but now Han Jingnian, as if he hadn't heard the woman's words, stared at the glass in front of him, staring blankly at the glass in front of him without reaction.

Mr. Han, why don’t you accompany Mrs. Han on a trip?

As the woman's words were settled, Zhang Tezhu clearly captured Han Jingnian's fingertips trembled slightly.

If he could accompany his wife, he thought President Han would have left long ago?

Zhang Tezhu subconsciously took a step forward. Miss, sorry, please retreat, thank you.

Perhaps because Han Jingnian answered her one or two words, the woman was dissatisfied with Zhang Tejia's drive away, and she became coquettishly at Han Jingnian with a demonic voice.

Assistant Zhang didn't talk nonsense to the woman and waved directly to the distance. Soon two security guards came over.

Mr. Han's woman shouted at Han Jingnian again. Seeing that Han Jingnian ignored him and did not respond, she looked at the two security guards who were coming, then glared at Assistant Zhang fiercely, stood up and left awkwardly.

After the woman left, Special Assistant Zhang did not dare to speak nonsense, and carefully observed Han Jingnian's change in expression.

Although his words were pale and powerless in the face of great pain and sorrow, Zhang Tejiao couldn't help but wonder whether to comfort Han Jingnian. Just as he was about to speak, Han Jingnian suddenly stopped looking at the glass cup and asked in a faint tone: What time is it?

Assistant Zhang took back his words and glanced at the time on his wrist: it was 9:57.

At 9:57, Han Jing repeated the time with a young voice. After a while, he continued to move his lips: Let's go, I'm going home before eleven o'clock.

She asked me to go home before eleven o'clock.

A light sentence made Zhang Tejia's nose sore, the corners of his eyes heated, and almost burst out tears. He swallowed hard, and then he barely calmed down his emotions: Yes, Mr. Han, I'll say hello to everyone now.

Han Jingnian stopped talking again.

Zhang Tezhu walked into the crowd, shook hands with the people for a while, and then turned back to Han Jingnian: Mr. Han, okay.

Han Jingnian got up, tidied up his cufflinks and wrinkled clothes, and walked towards the exit.

On the way home, Han Jingnian leaned against the back of the back of the rear car seat without saying a word.

When he got downstairs at home, Assistant Zhang called out twice to Mr. Han. Han Jingnian had only come back to his senses. Then he nodded suddenly, bent down and got out of the car, and entered the elevator.

After the elevator door was closed, Assistant Zhang stepped on the accelerator again. He was about to turn around, but he swept through the rearview mirror to a mobile phone on the rear seat.

That's Han Jingnian's cell phone

Special assistant Zhang turned off the car fire, got out of the car and went upstairs with his cell phone.

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

Mr. Han, your phone has landed in the car.

Han Jingnian raised his head slightly to show that he knew, and then signaled to assist Zhang to put his cell phone wherever he could. He then hugged the small mirror and entered the bathroom again.
Chapter completed!