The first top lady

Chapter 172 Someone is fighting

Shenhai Wanhui International.

Ji Zezhou held the wine glass and thought of He Yunchu's back. His doubts became stronger. He turned his head to look at Qiao Lingrui and said, "I want to meet President He."

Qiao Lingrui just took a sip of the red wine, snapped his fingers, and replied: "I'll call now."

No one answered the office phone, so He Yunchu must not be in the president's office.

"I'll call her privately."

Ji Zezhou rubbed the glass with both hands, having an indescribable feeling, not knowing whether he was looking forward to it or not.

"President He, are you busy?" Qiao Lingrui invited warmly, "Come and sit with me."

He Yunchu entered the elevator and was about to go out to do some work. He declined politely, "Next time."

"I want to introduce you to a new friend..." Then he changed his tone: "No! It's a new client. Are you really not coming?"

He Yunchu couldn't tell Qiao Lingrui that one of them was her apprentice. Maybe the call was made by her apprentice.

"I have a bottle of the rare edition of Lofty, and I'll send someone to deliver it to you later. Please treat him well for me first."

Qiao Lingrui exclaimed, "You mean the one that has been discontinued and only has 200 bottles of Lofty left in the world?"

"Yes!" He Yunchu got in the car.

"President He, you are so generous!" Qiao Lingrui patted his chest and promised: "I will definitely keep your customers. We will wait for you to come back!"

After He Yunchu hung up the phone, he felt something was wrong.

What do you mean by wait for me to come back?

Won't I still see them?

Oops! I lost a bottle of good wine and still couldn't get away with it.

"Is my beautiful President He coming over?" Han Qichen quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and looked at the door eagerly.

"No."

As soon as Qiao Lingrui finished speaking, Han Qichen's smiling face instantly collapsed.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" He sat back down, glanced at the red wine in Ji Zezhou's glass, took a sip out of curiosity, tasted it carefully, and commented, "It's average."

Ji Zezhou frowned in disdain and threw the wine glass and the red wine inside it into the trash can.

"Look, I said it was just average." Han Qichen didn't seem to understand. "You think it doesn't taste good either, right?"

Otherwise, why would the wine be poured out?

Ji Zezhou rolled his eyes at him.

A bodyguard in a suit knocked politely on the door, came in with a bottle of red wine, and said with a smile: "Gentlemen, our president said that the hospitality was not good enough. This bottle of red wine is an apology. Please don't mind it, gentlemen."

"Is your president so polite?" Han Qicheng had already placed the wine glasses. "Come on, fill them up for me first. Let me taste the good wine that President He prepared for us."

Just as the bodyguard was about to bend down to pour the wine, Ji Zezhou was quick-witted and turned the goblet upside down on the table.

"It's not for you to drink."

He heard He Yunchu's voice on the phone just now.

We can’t let Master spend money and let Han Qichen get something for free.

He felt that there was an 80% chance that He Yunchu was Jiayin.

"What what?" Han Qicheng turned the wine glass over, turned his head and glared at Ji Zezhou, and said to the bodyguard: "Come! Pour it for me! I must drink it today!"

Ji Zezhou looked at Han Qichen's face, which looked like he deserved a beating, and immediately became angry. He grabbed him by the collar, pushed him onto the sofa, and was about to attack him.

"I've been displeased with you for a long time..."

If it weren't for Old Madam Ji who was protecting Han Qichen at home, he would have taken action long ago.

Besides, his master still doesn't want to see him.

It was a good opportunity to vent all my anger on Han Qichen.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Qiao Lingrui was caught off guard. Why did these two people start fighting over a disagreement? "If you have something to say, just talk it over. Don't use force!"

"Are you serious?"

"You deserve a beating!"

……

Ji Zezhou and Han Qichen soon started fighting with each other.

"Master!"

"Mr. Han..."

"Master..."

The bodyguard held the bottle of Rofoti tightly and kept backing away, fearing that he would be affected.

This bottle of wine is more valuable than his life!

"What am I going to say to President He now that he's back?" Qiao Lingrui looked at the bodyguard for help, "Brother, please help pull them apart."

The bodyguard held the wine in his arms with an expression of rejection.

Qiao Lingrui smiled bitterly, walked up to the bodyguard, took the red wine, and drank it all in one breath.

"belch!"

The bodyguard completed the task assigned by He Yunchu and left very calmly.

"It tastes good!" Qiao Lingrui's cheeks flushed and his eyes were blurry, obviously he was drunk.

The bottle slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

With a "bang", Ji Zezhou and Han Qichen, who were fighting, suddenly stopped moving. Looking over there at the same time, they saw Qiao Lingrui lying drunk on the ground.

"What's going on?" Han Qichen was confused.

Ji Zezhou stood up and walked over, squatted beside Qiao Lingrui and moved him, but there was no response at all.

What kind of disciple did he accept? How could someone stop a fight like this?

Han Qicheng picked up the bottle on the ground and took a look at it. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "Luo, Luo Futi! There are only 200 bottles in the world. He drank a bottle in one go? No, he really dared to do that?"

He felt so distressed, "This kid is really lucky."

I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I got up and complained: "No, why should he? I was supposed to have a share."

Ji Zezhou simply disliked Han Qichen. Qiao Lingrui drank all the wine, but he didn't have any objections.

That is, when can I meet President He?

Linhang. Longquanli.

Song Yixuan sat on the swing, swinging slowly, his elbows on his knees, his chin supported as he looked towards the door.

It's been the whole morning and quite a few people have come, but they are all here to deliver food. There is no sign of Song Yice.

"Yixuan, these are the carp your third uncle just caught from the river. I'll give you two while they're fresh." A middle-aged woman came into the yard, holding two large carp strung together with plastic ropes.

"Third Aunt..." Song Yixuan put down his crossed legs and stood up. Before he could go forward to greet her, Third Aunt skillfully put the fish into a large plastic basin filled with water next to the well.

"Don't worry about it, I'll put it in for you." After putting it in, he turned around and left, waving his hand, "No need to send it."

Song Yixuan was used to it. This morning everyone came in on their own accord, put down their things and left.

Shengkai came to the yard with a knife, picked up a fish and started scraping its scales.

The technique looks quite professional.

However, the fish had already jumped to Song Yixuan's feet.

"Mistake, mistake..."

First time doing this.

Another afternoon passed, and from time to time people still came to deliver things.

Song Yixuan didn't get up later. He just sat there quietly, staring at the door in a daze.

The sun is setting in the west and the sun is setting.

She faced the sunset, looking lonely.

It's okay, there's still time.

she comforted herself.

Guan Qian stood in the yard for a whole day, just looking at the person on the swing and accompanying him silently.

He sighed softly, walked over, raised his hand and touched Song Yixuan's head, and said softly: "It's time to eat, there is fried chicken."

"Oh." Song Yixuan responded indifferently, with no joy on his face.

How can fried chicken compare to my brother?