Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 62

The two parties used American English during the negotiation. Her English proficiency was limited, and she did not understand the content of the negotiation. She just realized from the frequency and speed of the speech that the two sides were at the peak of the negotiation.

Mu Ziyuan put his arms on the table, crossed his fingers naturally, sometimes frowned, sometimes meditated silently, and then bargained with the other party in a more rigorous tone.

Xia Haiqing stood there for nearly half an hour, bored and secretly looked up at Mu Ziyuan.

A suit jacket was casually draped over the back of the chair. Mu Ziyuan wore only a dark shirt on his upper body, accompanied by an extremely elegant blue tie. charm.

His voice is magnetic and comfortable, and the standard of pronunciation is no less than that of a professional translator. It flows quietly in the study, matching his handsome facial expression, it is very pleasing to the eye.

Xia Haiqing looked at it, and suddenly thought of Zhou Xingchen.

Zhou Xingchen's English level is also very good, and his intonation in English is very similar to that of Mu Ziyuan.

When he was in college, Xia Haiqing once participated in the campus friendship English debate competition. At that time, Zhou Xingchen was the captain of the school's debate team. He could easily grasp the intonation and emotion of English when he talked eloquently. Every word came out of his mouth. As if alive, it can always make people hear a different taste.

In addition, Zhou Xingchen's French, Spanish, and Korean skills are also very good.

A professor at the school once praised Zhou Xingchen and said: He is a born diplomat.

But in the end, before Zhou Xingchen could graduate and enter the workplace to become an excellent diplomat, he died tragically on the racing track.

Thinking of this, Xia Haiqing's vision began to become a little blurred, overwhelming pain and guilt surged in his chest, and his face was almost pale.

She lowered her head and fell into a trance.

"……cough!……"

While Xia Haiqing was immersed in his own thoughts, Mu Ziyuan let out a powerful cough from his throat.

She quickly came back to her senses and looked up at him.

At this time, the main content of the negotiation has been finalized——

The negotiation seemed to be successful, Mu Ziyuan had a relaxed smile on his brows, he stretched out his hand to loosen the loose blue tie, and pointed to the teapot not far away to Xia Haiqing.

He was asking her to pour water for him.

Xia Haiqing realized it, nodded, first put the money bag on the table not far away, walked to the coffee table a few steps, boiled water and made tea, used the tea set to filter out the tea leaves, and then took out the glass teacup to fill it up .

The movements are done in one go, very skilled.

At this point, the negotiation is over, and the two sides are just chatting politely to enhance their relationship.

Mu Ziyuan answered an insignificant question from the other party, glanced at Xia Haiqing who was pouring tea, and his eyes flickered——

It seems that nothing has changed in the past five years, at least her tea art has improved a lot.

Xia Haiqing didn't notice Mu Ziyuan's gaze at all, she was all focused on making tea, she walked to the desk with a slightly hot teacup in both hands, and handed it to him.

Mu Ziyuan took it, and the two touched their fingertips, feeling slightly strange.

After he stabilized himself, Xia Haiqing quickly withdrew his hand and took a few steps back.

(End of this chapter)