After wearing the book, the richest man became my diehard fan

With a few "stabs", Wen Zong tore off the warm baby sticking to the white shirt.

Under the shirt, the place where there was a warm baby turned red, and Wen Zong also found that the right side of his lower abdomen was torn, which was also the reason why he had been feeling uncomfortable just now.

The wound is not big, but because it is scalded, it hurts to touch it lightly, not to mention the shirt fabric has been rubbing here.

But now at the banquet, Wen Zong has no place to find ointment, so he can only wash his hands first, endure the discomfort and slowly gather up his shirt.

Fortunately, everyone was busy toasting each other in the banquet hall at this time, and he was the only one in the huge bathroom. If someone saw him, he would not know how embarrassing it would be.

However, when Wen Zong was half buttoned, Tan Jingyao appeared at the bathroom door.

Tan Jingyao has been in the business world for so many years, and his insight is first-class, so when he noticed something wrong with Wen Zong's expression, he followed him by a ghost.What he never expected was that the man put his white suit jacket on his arm, his shirt was unbuttoned, and there were four warm babies on the edge of the pool next to him that he didn't have time to throw away.

Wen Zong was so embarrassed that he pinched the button of his shirt with his fingers, neither moving nor moving. How could he have expected that the host of this banquet, Tan Jingyao, would suddenly appear?

Tan Jingyao was stunned for a moment, closed the bathroom door behind his back, walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ah...it's okay." Only then did Wen Zong regain his sanity, hurriedly buttoned up his shirt, and put on his suit jacket again, not caring about the pain from the wear of the clothes.

Tan Jingyao was keenly aware of something wrong: "Is it hot?"

"...It's okay." Wen Zong was even more embarrassed, Tan Jingyao stood here, it was so oppressive that he couldn't even make up a lie.

Tan Jingyao pursed his lips, and after a while, he called Tong Quan: "Bring me some burn ointment and bandages."

Wen Zong didn't know what Tong Quan said over there, Tan Jingyao hung up the phone very quickly.

"It's not convenient here, come with me." After Tan Jingyao finished speaking, he turned and led the way.

Wen Zong hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to look at his current appearance. Although the clothes were well buttoned, the hem of the clothes was not properly tucked into the suit pants.It would be disgraceful to return to the banquet scene in this state.In the end, he followed Tan Jingyao out.

He found that Tan Jingyao was walking in the opposite direction from the main entrance of the banquet hall, and there was a corridor at the end.Going in along the corridor, he quickly circled to the door of the lounge.

"Come in." Tan Jingyao pushed open the door and walked in.

The layout of the lounge is simple, just a leather sofa and a glass coffee table. There are also a tablet computer and a few documents spread out on the coffee table.

"Sit casually, someone will come to deliver the ointment in a while, and go out after wiping it off." Tan Jingyao said, sat down with the opportunity, picked up the tablet and continued to prepare for tomorrow's work.

Wen Zong waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll stand for a while and not disturb your work."

Tan Jingyao looked up at him, and didn't force it, and didn't say any more.

Only then Wen Zong breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the clean corner of the wall in a daze.

Not long after, someone opened the door and came in. Tong Quan held a tube of burn ointment and a band-aid in his hand: "Chairman, here you are."

"Give it to him." Tan Jingyao didn't answer, pointing to Wen Zong who stood there as if being punished.

Tong Quan didn't ask too much, turned his hand in the other direction and handed the ointment to Wen Zong.

Wen Zong nodded and thanked: "Thank you, please make a trip."

"You're welcome, anyway, the chairman will pay me overtime wages." Tong Quan pushed his glasses and answered the conversation solemnly.

Wen Zong: ...

"Really? The treatment is good."

"It's reasonable, and the work intensity is quite high." Tong Quan is very courageous. He has cooperated with Tan Jingyao for many years and knows that as long as the work is done well, what should be given will never be deducted, and on the premise of not touching the bottom line Have freedom of speech.

Wen Zong was amused by Tong Quan's boldness, Tan Jingyao said in a deep voice, "You are off work for the time being, and you will go to work at ten o'clock."

"Is there no overtime pay when you get off work in the middle?" Tong Quan suddenly regretted his outspokenness.

"No."

Sure enough, this is naked revenge, right?

Tong Quan coughed a few times, but still gave in: "Okay."

After speaking, Tong Quan walked out of the lounge without looking back.

Wen Zong was caught off guard by the conversation between the two, and it took him a long time to say: "Then I...I'm leaving too, thank you for the ointment."

"After wiping here, go out, do you have a place to wipe?" Tan Jingyao frowned slightly.

There is indeed no place as safe as here, but I don't know why, it's just embarrassing, and when he thinks of unbuttoning his shirt in front of Tan Jingyao, he feels weird all over.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Zong turned his back and faced the wall, then lifted the hem of his shirt, and slowly applied the burn ointment to the wound.

Because the skin was broken, there was a stabbing pain from the wound.Wen Zong held the hem of the clothes for a while, waiting for the uncomfortable feeling to fade away, he tore off another piece of Band-Aid, and then put the clothes back on.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his instrument, Wen Zong screwed the lid of the scald ointment and put it on the tea table, and thanked him in a warm voice: "I'm really sorry to trouble you today, thank you."

Tan Jingyao stared at the burn ointment for a long time before saying, "You're welcome, let's go."

After finishing speaking, Tan Jingyao walked in front again, and Wen Zong had no choice but to follow him to the banquet hall.

When the two returned to the banquet hall, the originally bustling banquet hall fell silent, and everyone focused on Wen Zong behind Tan Jingyao.

Wen Junchen didn't dare to recognize that person as his son Wen Zong for a long time, but Li Donghui, who was standing beside him, blushed alternately.

"That's... isn't that the one from the Wen family?"

"Consumptive?"

"Do they know each other?"

"How is it possible? It just happened to come in together."

"It's true... that tuberculosis doesn't even go out."

……

The voices of a group of people talking were not small, Wen Zong could hear it, but he didn't bother to argue.And he and Tan Jingyao came in one after the other, let those people think they don't know each other.

Tan Jingyao didn't deliberately strike up a conversation, and the two separated at the door. Tan Jingyao, as the protagonist of the banquet, was surrounded by toasters again.

Wen huddled in a corner, holding food in his hand, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Wen Junchen walked over quickly, with an unconcealable joy on his face: "Come and have a toast with me."

Wen Zong pursed his lips tightly, he didn't really want to go, his body couldn't drink alcohol, but Wen Junchen didn't seem to know, he put a glass of red wine in his hand, turned around and walked straight to Tan Jingyao.

Wen Zong had no choice but to follow first.

"Mr. Tan, here's a toast to you. I wish you and the Cejin Group will continue to prosper and make a fortune." Wen Junchen didn't give the people around him a chance to speak, and quickly stood in front of Tan Jingyao.

Tan Jingyao paused while holding the goblet, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Zong walking behind.

Between the thin white knuckles, the glass of red wine is too eye-catching.

Tan Jingyao stopped the passing waiter, took a glass of coconut juice from the tray, and handed it to Wen Zong: "Change this."

Wen Zong let out an "ah", but didn't answer.

"Can you drink?" Tan Jingyao's indifferent face seemed filled with impatience.

Only then did Wen Zong react belatedly, and quickly changed to coconut milk: "...Thank you."

Wen Junchen watched the whole process from the sidelines, coughed dryly, and said with a smile: "Thank you Mr. Tan for taking care of Wen Zong, I was negligent."

Holding the wine glass in Tan Jingyao's hand, he moved a little closer to the one in Wen Junchen's hand, but there was no "clink" sound when the glasses collided. The people in the distance didn't know it, but Wen Junchen knew it. He felt that he was looked down upon. , It's very unpleasant.

Immediately afterwards, Tan Jingyao passed Wen Junchen and clinked glasses with Wen Zong: "Just have fun."

Wen Zong smiled lightly on his face, but his heart couldn't stop beating: Tan Jingyao looked very talkative at the moment, but his face was so cold, he couldn't be sure whether he was really talkative or fake.If he knew that he had lost his wife in the future, wouldn't he take revenge on himself?

The turmoil of the three people toasting quickly passed, Wen Zong almost fled and returned to the corner.

Wen Junchen asked him with a straight face: "What did you do with Mr. Tan just now?"

"...It's just a chance encounter in the toilet."

Wen Junchen looked at him suspiciously, then turned and left.

Li Donghui didn't leave, her eyes were fixed on Wen Zong, and soon she found that her daughter was missing: "Where's Shanshan?"

"She has an upset stomach, and she told me about ten minutes ago that she had to go back first." Wen Zong's lie was very skillful.

Li Donghui became even more unhappy, too lazy to entangle with Wen Zong, "Da Da" walked out of the banquet hall on high heels, and called Wen Shan at the same time.

Wen Zong sighed, what happened that night was beyond his knowledge, obviously it wasn't written like this in the novel, what happened?

Could it be that because he is an outsider, he suddenly changed the plot direction of the whole novel?

Rubbing the center of his brows wearily, Wen Zong held on until the last second of the dinner, and then followed the crowd to leave the banquet hall.

After getting out of the elevator, Wen Zong saw the door of the hotel from a distance, Tan Jingyao's secretary was standing and distributing something, and when he got closer, he realized that it was a cashmere hooded cloak.

After Wen Zong was scalded by the warm baby, he thought that when he went back at night, it would be cold for a short distance, so he could just convince himself to be cold.Now seeing this cashmere hooded cloak, I am not afraid of the cold.

The Tan family prepared one for everyone, and when it was Wen Zong's turn, Tong Quan took out the white cashmere cloak that was given to him from a bag beside him.

It seems to be the same as everyone else's, but he is the only one that is white, and the others are grey, blue, and black.

Sitting in the car, Wen Zong was so warm that he didn't want to take it off. When he put his hands into the pockets of the cloak, he was stunned for a moment, and then he took out the tube of burn ointment that he had just used that night.

Tong Quan worked hard to sort out the remaining few cashmere cloaks relying on "overtime wages". When he saw the big boss coming out of the elevator, he noticed that there was no one else around, so he hurriedly asked, "Chairman, do you know Young Master Wen? "

"I used to know each other." Tan Jingyao didn't mind answering.

"Very familiar?" Tong Quan didn't feel like it when he asked this question, obviously Wen Zong didn't have the slightest reaction to Tan Jingyao.

"I haven't known each other for a few years."

Tong Quan: ...

He didn't understand, he just felt that the boss was a little abnormal.

"As a secretary, I asked the boss two more personal questions, and deducted [-] overtime wages." Tan Jingyao said coldly, and walked out of the hotel.

Tong Quan: ... Fuck!