The passers-by are vicious

I saw a tall, slender, handsome man also wearing a black suit standing at the door of the ward. Unlike the others, the collar of his shirt was bright red.

This person is Cui Nanzhu, the illegitimate son of Jiang Wanwan’s elder brother Cui Xiong.

He has a high nose bridge, thin and rosy lips, shiny black hair, and eyes as deep as a pool of water, especially the teardrop mole under the right corner of his eye, which adds a bit of charm to his already handsome face.

Choi Nam Joo immediately understood everything when he saw the lipstick on Han Ji Hyun's face. His eyes were dark and gloomy, but he did not show any abnormality. Instead, he pretended to be calm and said, "Aunt is here to see father too. Do you want to take my car?"

"Oh, it's Nam Joo." Jiang Wanwan did not hide her charming expression, and did not even take back her hand from Han Ji-hyun's waist. She just greeted him calmly.

"No need to go together. I'll drive the car myself."

As for Cui Nanzhu's invitation, Jiang Wanwan refused without even thinking about it.

Her attitude towards her eldest brother's son has always been rather cold.

After all, there is not much affection between them, no real blood connection. Even legally, they have no relationship at all, and are only relatives in name only.

What's more, her nephews are no pushovers now. They are all eyeing the Shenhua Group. It's a time of power struggle, and she doesn't want to be involved.

Thinking of her elder brother Cui Xiong who was lying in bed pretending to be seriously ill, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but sneer in her heart. There would be something exciting to watch soon, but she didn't know what fish would be exposed this time.

Han Ji-hyun was tidying up his messy suit while the two were talking. After all, he was Cui Xiong's secretary, and if he lost face, the consequences would be very serious.

However, due to the pulling just now, his collar had been pulled open by Jiang Wanwan. No matter how he adjusted his clothes, they were wrinkled, and there were even lipstick marks on his face.

Jiang Wanwan naturally noticed his actions. After all, he was still carrying the aura of her niece Cui Shimei's lover, so Jiang Wanwan was naturally patient with him.

Jiang Wanwan was speechless when she recalled how her brainless niece Cui Shimei always listened to her eldest sister-in-law's instigation and opposed her. Seeing that her niece was stupid, she was too lazy to argue with her.

Now, she just wanted to play with her niece's sweetheart. I believe her niece Cui Shimei should be able to understand.

Because Choi Nam-joo was also there, and this was a hospital ward, Choi Xiong was pretending to be sick, and she had no habit of performing, so she had to prepare to leave in a lack of interest.

Before leaving, Jiang Wanwan suddenly grabbed Han Zhixian's tie again and pulled it hard, forcing him to lower his head, revealing his fragile neck.

His eyes swept across Han Zhixian's cold and handsome face, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that although his niece Cui Shimei was stupid, she still had good vision.

Jiang Wanwan directly stuffed her business card into the man's chest, which was slightly bulging even in his suit, with a charming smile on her face. She said softly, "Remember to contact me, Secretary Han~."

When leaving, his hand deliberately touched Han Ji-hyun's chest, which had just been tidied up. The action was bold and presumptuous, and it was simply a blatant act of taking advantage of her.

Then, Jiang Wanwan looked up at Cui Nanzhu, whose expression was difficult to discern, raised her chin, curled the corners of her mouth slightly, nodded to him, then picked up her small black shoulder bag, twisted her slender waist, stepped on her high heels, and left happily.

Her seaweed-like curly hair swayed gently as her body moved, inadvertently brushing against Cui Nanzhu's nose, leaving a faint fragrance.

Cui Nanzhu put his hands leisurely in his pockets, standing upright, his eyes as deep as a pool of water with a faint dark color, slightly narrowed.

As if feeling a little hot, he stretched out his slender fingers to unbutton his collar, and tugged at his tie with one hand, letting it hang loosely around his neck, revealing his delicate collarbone and somewhat fair neck.

When Jiang Wanwan walked into the elevator, she waved to Han Zhixian again, her voice brisk and charming: "Bye~."

Han Zhixian just stood there quietly, his eyes cold, his face regaining its cold and self-controlled expression, and he lowered his head slightly as a response.

"Aunt, see you next time." Cui Nanzhu's lips curled up into a slight smile, and his pair of peach blossom eyes curved slightly while he spoke, like spring water, captivating and charming, making people unable to help but indulge in it.

Unfortunately, Jiang Wanwan was unmoved. She had seen all kinds of handsome men. Although Cui Nanzhu was a good guy, it would be too troublesome to get involved with him, and Jiang Wanwan just hated trouble the most.

The elevator door slowly closed with a crisp sound, completely engulfing Jiang Wanwan's figure.

However, the lingering fragrance she left behind when she left seemed to still linger in the air, faintly lingering around the two of them.

Choi Nan-joo, who was standing in the ward, had a smile in his peach blossom eyes, but that smile disappeared after the elevator was closed. Now his handsome face was cold and his eyebrows looked a little gloomy.

Han Zhixian silently put the business card on his chest into his pocket, lowered his head to examine his messy clothes, and prepared to change into a spare suit.

He bowed slightly to Choi Nam-joo and said "Excuse me." Then he turned around and walked straight out of the ward.

Choi Nam-joo did not respond to him at all, and did not even look at him, with obvious contempt.

Han Zhixian didn't care, as if he had long been accustomed to it. But just as he stepped out of the door, Cui Nanzhu's cold and frightening voice suddenly came from behind him: "As a dog beside my father, you should know who should not touch."

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing Han Ji-hyun's heart.

His steps paused for a moment, but Han Zhixian did not turn around, and there was no anger or humiliation in his eyes, only an unyielding look like a burning flame.

He replied calmly: "Since it's a dog, it's okay to change its owner." After that, he continued to walk towards the lounge.

Choi Nan-joo, who was standing in the ward, sneered contemptuously, walked out of the ward with his hands in his pockets, and then entered the elevator.

As the elevator door slowly closed and began to descend, he reached out and casually smoothed up the strands of hair on his forehead with an unruly movement.

At this moment, the elevator door reflected his increasingly sharp eyebrows and eyes, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised, and the teardrop mole under the right corner of his eye was even more eye-catching.

"Change your master? That depends on whether you are worthy of him. It's meaningless for a local dog to want to get his hands on roses."

His mumblings echoed in the elevator, his voice was low and cold, and full of contempt and sarcasm.

These words are not only spoken to others, but also to oneself.