Chapter 324: Chapter 321 More Important
After finishing her meal, He Qianhui tossed the lunch box into the trash can.
Suddenly, she remembered Zhang Hao might have nowhere to go.
After asking the company manager, she let Zhang Hao come in and wait.
Zhang Hao then sat down on a chair next to He Qianhui.
Watching her fingers fly across the keyboard like lightning.
For a whole hour, she didn’t say a word.
With the final press of the enter key, work was finally wrapped up.
After saving the documents, He Qianhui also shut down her computer.
As for Feng Nuo and their rally, it seemed it wasn’t over yet.
As she packed up her things to leave work, the manager even made a point of coming out of the meeting room.
It wasn’t really on purpose actually; Zhang Hao had more than once noticed that the manager occasionally glanced over in this direction.
Now that he saw He Qianhui was about to leave, and she was the sales champion within the company,
the leader definitely needed to pamper and coax her.
"Xiaohui, all done with your work?" the manager asked with a smile, hardly the stern face from the meeting room.
"Yep, I’ve sorted out the materials, and I’ll get more familiar with them tomorrow."
"If the manager doesn’t have anything else, I’ll be taking off then, see you tomorrow."
The manager nodded repeatedly, saying it was hard work while sending her off, virtually placing He Qianhui on a pedestal.
Once in the elevator, Zhang Hao couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at? Is there something on my face?"
"Your manager is really good to you, isn’t he? I can’t tell if he’s going to have a split personality with him being so serious one moment and kind the next."
He Qianhui couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
"What are you even saying? If you were in the manager’s shoes, you’d hope that all the employees were as hardworking as I am."
Zhang Hao couldn’t deny that logic.
"You can work hard when it’s time to work, but now that work is over, can you not be so intense, please?"
Zhang Hao affectionately pulled He Qianhui into his arms and was just about to kiss her inside the elevator when the doors opened.
The elevator doors opened, and there stood several people outside.
He Qianhui quickly adjusted herself, not wanting to show any impropriety to strangers.
Zhang Hao, on the other hand, walked out of the elevator with his arm around He Qianhui, as if declaring his territory.
Noticing Zhang Hao’s unusual behavior, she couldn’t help asking, "You used to be so low-key, how come you’re so high-profile today?"
"To have such a beautiful wife like you, it would be hard not to show off," Zhang Hao said, making He Qianhui also happy.
The two of them left the office building, smiling silently at each other.
Once in the car, Zhang Hao said he hadn’t eaten yet.
He Qianhui was taken aback upon hearing this.
"You haven’t had dinner yet? Let’s go eat something now, you can’t starve yourself."
Seeing He Qianhui so concerned about him, Zhang Hao felt satisfied.
"I was worried you hadn’t eaten, so I came to deliver your dinner. Come with me for a bowl of noodles."
They randomly picked a noodle shop by the street, and ordered a bowl of beef noodles.
He Qianhui sat opposite Zhang Hao, peeling garlic for him.
Her slender, tender fingernails and pale, well-defined fingers made it clear how well He Qianhui took care of herself.
"Looking at you so clean and fresh, I didn’t expect you to have such a heavy taste."
Zhang Hao knew what He Qianhui meant, but he still didn’t change his preference, picking up a clove of garlic and tossing it into his mouth.
"If it was lunch, I definitely wouldn’t eat like this. After this, I’m going home to wash up, no problem," he said.
Zhang Hao’s reasoning made sense, so after He Qianhui finished peeling the garlic, she grabbed two bottles of water.
Even though she had already eaten until full, seeing Zhang Hao so engrossed in his meal made her feel hungry again.
"Do you want to have some too? Have a small bowl, the taste is really good."
At that moment, He Qianhui’s resolve wasn’t at all firm; swayed by Zhang Hao’s persuasion, she also ordered a bowl.
She even ordered a plate of mixed beef.
But there really wasn’t much room left in her stomach, and after a few bites, she laid down her chopsticks.
Zhang Hao picked up his bowl and poured the small bowl of noodles left by He Qianhui into his larger one.
He didn’t mind in the slightest that they were He Qianhui’s leftovers.
After eating their fill and returning home, Zhang Hao couldn’t resist wanting to be intimate with He Qianhui.
But He Qianhui, disliking the taste in his mouth, pushed him away, telling him to go brush his teeth.
"Instead of brushing teeth, let’s take a bath."
Having said that, Zhang Hao swept He Qianhui up in his arms, and the two of them entered the bathroom together.
Once inside the bathroom, before he had even finished undressing himself, he first stripped He Qianhui clean.
"Hey, look at you, can’t you slow down a bit?"
Zhang Hao shook his head and carelessly tossed the clothes he had taken off into the washing machine.
Then he started undressing himself.
Under the shower, he turned up the water temperature slightly.
As the shower sprayed fine jets of water, Zhang Hao’s hands began to explore He Qianhui’s body up and down.
The tender skin became even more slippery with the lubrication of the warm water.
He began by kneading the risen softness, kissing He Qianhui’s slender back again and again.
Gently ticklish, and with the flow of warm water.
He Qianhui closed her eyes, allowing her sensations to magnify.
In the midst of this, Zhang Hao suddenly heard his phone ring.
He was a bit annoyed, as the mood he had been fostering was instantly shattered.
Damn it.
"Wait for me, I’ll go see who it is."
Grabbing a towel, Zhang Hao dried himself off as he went to the living room.
He found his phone in his coat pocket and saw that the name flashing on the screen was Wu Zhirou.
Upon answering, he heard Wu Zhirou’s voice, somewhat languid.
"Doctor Zhang, could you come pick me up at Yunlü Bar? I can’t get back now."
Yunlü Bar, a place Zhang Hao had never visited, but he knew it was a rather up-scale, reputable bar.
Whether it was truly reputable, no one was clear, but it had been in business for many years without any scandals.
"Did you break your leg?"
Wu Zhirou on the other end fell silent for a moment before saying, "My friends have all gone to get rooms, leaving me here alone. I don’t want to take a taxi; it’s too dangerous."
Zhang Hao was speechless, especially as he didn’t want to go right then either.
"I’m on call today, can’t get away, sorry."
After saying that, Zhang Hao ruthlessly hung up and switched off his phone.
He and Wu Zhirou weren’t that close.
Declining directly, there was no impact.
Returning to the bathroom, He Qianhui looked at him, "Who was that on the phone? It wasn’t the Director of Surgery, was it?"
He could sense the annoyance in He Qianhui’s tone; after all, the mood had already been stirred up.
The flames of desire within couldn’t be extinguished just by saying so.
"No, it was someone asking me to pick her up from Yunlü Bar. I didn’t want to go, so I declined."
He Qianhui smiled slightly, feeling like she had won another round.
Zhang Hao noticed the smile on her face and said, "What? You’re this happy just because I didn’t go out?"
While talking, Zhang Hao had already moved close to He Qianhui.
"I’m jealous of any woman who gets close to you, but I can’t control your decisions."
"Every time you reject someone else for my sake, of course, I’m really happy because I’m more important than that person."
