Chapter 23 Good

"We at Honor are planning to build a high-end brand of building materials mall, targeting the current market gap, so that our decoration companies do not need to beg for help to find building materials suppliers in other cities. We at Honor only provide malls and properties, and will also review brands, and strive to build the highest-end building materials mall. At the same time, we also hope to cooperate with Fenghua Decoration. The mall will tell the building materials suppliers that our primary cooperation is Fenghua Decoration. When the mall is built, the display screen outside the Honor Group will give your company 15 seconds of advertising, from the foundation to the end. After the mall is completed, the advertising position in the middle of the main entrance will be reserved for your company for three years, free of charge. Assistant Su, show the renderings to Manager Li."

At this time, Su Liang had already taken out a rough rendering from his bag. When Fenghua's chief designer saw this rendering, his face was drooping. Is this also called a picture? Han Qian smiled when he saw this.

"Our company's design department is definitely not comparable to yours, and this is just a sketch. We may ask your company to help design the specific design at that time. The cost will be calculated normally. I will try my best to win the design rights for Fenghua. This is the original intention and purpose of meeting you today. Of course, the early publicity also shows off your company's influence. Secretary Yang, did you bring the contract?"

Han Qian pressed step by step, and finally used the contract to express his sincerity, but where was the contract? Yang Lan was a little confused about Han Qian's meaning, so she could only bite the bullet and reply.

"Mr. Han, there are several companies contacting us. We have just called. In addition, Manager Li is drunk. Let's sign the contract when the mall starts construction."

"Okay, in this case, we still have things to do. Everyone, take it easy. Has Secretary Yang bought the bill?"

"Yes, Mr. Han."

Han Qian stood up and nodded to the few people with a smile. The three of them didn't touch the food on the table.

It doesn't matter whether Fenghua's people agree or not. They are of no use to Han Qian. The answer he wants to know is already known, so there is no need to waste time. Yang Lan was a little confused when she went downstairs. She walked out of Huatai's gate and squatted on the flower bed to vomit.

No one can bear this little pound of white wine, and she hasn't eaten anything yet. Han Qian frowned as he helped Yang Lan get into the car.

"Liang'er, we may not be able to eat for a while. I have a baby at home who needs to be fed. I'll go home now to cook. It will take about 20 minutes. You can order two takeouts to the company. I haven't eaten for a day and a night."

"Okay! Come down and I'll drive. Where is your home?"

"Shanshui Longcheng."

Han Qian felt so tired, but deep in his heart he actually had a perverted joy. He enjoyed the fatigue and busyness brought by this kind of work. The elevator was not repaired yet. He climbed to the eleventh floor, took off his suit and tied an apron, took out his mobile phone and dialed a warm call.

"Hello, Han Qian."

Wen Nuan seemed to be sleeping, her voice was very lazy and she had no strength. Han Qian was busy cutting vegetables and spoke softly.

"I was caught absent from work this morning. I have to stay at the company to work overtime tonight. I can't come back at night. I'm making dinner for you now. I bought a thermos bucket. I put it under the cushion of the sofa after I make it. Remember to eat it when you come back. Don't order takeout. I bought medicine and put it on the table. Remember to take it when you come back. Two tablets! Don't throw the medicine away secretly. Don't open the door if anyone knocks at night. I brought the key."

"I know, I know, Han Qian, you are so nagging. Why don't you come and enjoy your work, so that you can keep an eye on me."

"I'm going to fight with Lin Zongheng? Don't sleep, wake up and drink some water."

"Ah!!! I know, nagging."

Wen Nuan let out a scream of annoyance and hung up the phone. Then she lay on the desk and looked at the call log in her mobile phone. One page was full of Han Qian's. She was so annoyed. She said in her heart that she was so annoyed, with a slight smile on her lips.

At this time, a noisy sound came from outside the door.

The acting president of the company has returned to China. Lin Zongheng waited for Wen Nuan for a whole morning but didn't see her. He was so anxious. After finishing work in the afternoon, he heard that Vice President Wen had returned. He rushed over in a hurry, but was stopped by the secretary outside the door.

Lin Zongheng was so angry that he pushed the secretary away and opened the door. When he saw the lazy Wen Nuan, his throat moved involuntarily. He hadn't seen this woman for three years. She was more beautiful. She had lost her immaturity and became mature, especially the pair of legs on the table, which almost made Lin Zongheng explode.

The anger disappeared, and a humble smile appeared.

"Xiao Nuan, I'm back."

Wen Nuan slowly turned her head and glanced at Lin Zongheng, then lay on the table and looked out the window, just making a sound of "oh".

Lin Zongheng was very handsome, 1.85 meters tall, with a pair of long legs and a handsome face and hairstyle like a Korean Oppa. He looked very perfect in an Italian custom-made suit, but Wen Nuan didn't know why she had no interest in Lin Zongheng.

When she thought of the women's voices on the phone, Wen Nuan suddenly felt sick.

From the time she left until now, Wen Nuan gradually understood one thing. She might not like Lin Zongheng, but she had only one person of the same age around her since she was a child. They played together when they were young, went to school together when they grew up, and graduated together. Wen Nuan went to the company, and he went abroad.

Wen Nuan seemed to have never said that she wanted to fall in love with each other or marry each other.

It was the same three years. You Lin Zongheng went abroad for three years, and Han Qian was also by her side for three years. He could bear not to smoke for three years, but you couldn't control your own desires? And what was Han Qian enduring differently in the three years?

Lin Zongheng noticed Wen Nuan's indifference, was slightly stunned, frowned, walked forward, stretched out his hand to touch Wen Nuan's shoulder, and said softly.

"Xiao Nuan, are you uncomfortable?"

At the moment of touching, Wen Nuan suddenly stood up and leaned back. This action made Lin Zongheng stunned in place. Wen Nuan, who was used to bullying Han Qian, did not feel any discomfort, frowned and whispered.

"I have a cold, don't pass it on to you."

Lin Zongheng smiled.

"Don't be afraid, didn't you stick to me when you had a cold when you were a kid? Have you taken medicine? I know a very good doctor. Come on, pack up and take you to see a doctor."

Lin Zongheng still had the impression of Wen Nuan three years ago. At that time, Wen Nuan was like a follower, a submissive little wife. As long as she didn't cross the line, she would never refuse Lin Zongheng's decision. But now Wen Nuan is no longer the Wen Nuan of three years ago. She shook her head gently.

"Maybe she is cold. I went to get an IV drip this morning. It's okay."

"IV drip? I remember that what you are most afraid of is IV drip. Let me see it."

"Cold~, I don't want to do it."

Wen Nuan's hand was inside the sleeve, wrinkling her nose and whispering.

Another rejection made Lin Zongheng unhappy. Now Wen Nuan didn't let him get close to her or take care of her, but Lin Zongheng still smiled.

"Xiao Nuan, we haven't seen each other for three years. I have a lot to say to you. I've booked a restaurant. Let's go together after get off work."

Wen Nuan put her hands in her sleeves and shook her head aggrievedly.

"I have a cold. Han Qian bought me medicine and put it at home. He also cooked for me. I haven't eaten out for three years and haven't ordered takeout. I'm not used to it."

This sentence hit Lin Zongheng's head like a bolt from the blue.

Han Qian, Han Qian.

Habit, habit.

Has Han Qian become a habit in Wen Nuan's heart?

Lin Zongheng suppressed his anger and said in a low voice with gritted teeth.

"Aren't you divorced? Then when you recover from your cold, Brother Lin will cook for you personally."

After saying that, he turned around and left. When he left, Wen Nuan suddenly spoke.

"I don't eat Western food anymore. It's not delicious."

Lin Zongheng almost smashed the door. What the hell is this Han Qian? Can Wen Nuan change her habit of twenty years in just three years?

Lin Zongheng left, Wen Nuan took out her phone and called Han Qian.

"Han Qian, I want to eat tomato stewed beef, I want to eat braised meat, I want to eat everything, Han Qian... I am not happy."

Wen Nuan didn't know why she was crying, tears kept falling, and only one word came from the phone.

"Okay."

In fact, Han Qian had been waiting for Wen Nuan's call. He knew that Lin Zongheng would go to see Wen Nuan today. If he could wait for this call, he would not think that he was redundant. If he didn't wait, this house would be left to Wen Nuan.

Wen Nuan said she wanted to eat everything, but she didn't mention her favorite ones.

Han Qian called the supermarket to deliver the vegetables, and asked Su Liang to go back to the company to wait. From the moment he walked into the kitchen after returning home until now, he only cut one onion.

(End of this chapter)