Deep In a Galaxy Chapter 5

"Why are you two here?" Blake was a little surprised, "Don't you have to go to work?"

"Of course I have to go to work. We are here to do research and happened to be nearby, so we came to see you." Yu Jiong looked around and said, "How about having lunch together at noon? I'll treat you."

"I'm really busy. I have to go see the old man today." Blake patted his shoulder, "Have fun by yourself. I'm leaving first."

"No way, are you going to go to your dad and get scolded again?" Wang Xiaosen suddenly felt infinite sympathy in his heart, and asked loudly at his back, "Is there anything you can help us with?"

"No thanks." Blake hurriedly swiped his card and entered, asking his secretary to notify the rest of the people of the meeting.

"Would you like to go to the lounge for a cup of tea?" Harper invited Yu Jiong and Wang Xiaosen.

"That's fine." Both of them were holding a thick stack of documents in their hands, and it was just right that they had a spacious and quiet place to sort them out.

Blake's company is quite small, and its decoration is certainly not as luxurious as that of Huanchen Group, but it is also exquisite and comfortable. There is juice and coffee in the lounge, as well as small cookies prepared for female employees. Harper studied the use of the coffee machine and planned to make coffee for the two of them.

"Brother Han, Brother Han, we can do it ourselves." Wang Xiaosen quickly took the cup from him, "How can I trouble you?"

"You're welcome." Harper smiled, "This is also my job. By the way, how is the child in the hospital?"

"I'll be discharged from the hospital next week." Wang Xiaosen turned on the coffee machine. "I'll go home and rest for another month, and then I'll be able to find a job."

"I heard from Mr. Bai that he was driving on the day of the accident?" Harper put the sugar cube on the table.

"Xiao Bai was driving, but it wasn't his fault." Yu Jiong said, "We rear-ended each other in the tunnel, so the other party is fully responsible."

The driver who caused the accident was a middle-aged man who looked a little cowardly, but also quite honest. He immediately sent the patient to the hospital and paid compensation as soon as possible after the accident. He also personally brought his wife and daughter to the bedside to apologize. His attitude was very good, so Blake and Chloe did not bother with him anymore.

"Do you remember the other party's license plate number and name?" Harper asked.

"I remember." Yu Jiong nodded, "SU4721, a champagne-colored KIA, the driver is Zhao Yuejin, an ordinary employee."

Harper nodded and asked, "Do you need any refreshments?"

"No, we'll leave soon." Yu Jiong waved his hand, "It's the internship period, we can't be lazy, thank you, Brother Han."

"You're welcome." Harper wiped his hands, "Then I'll go check on Mr. Bai."

The meeting has not ended yet. The glass door has good sound insulation. I can't hear the specific content, but I can see Blake's expression and eyes. They are focused, enthusiastic, and full of vitality. His white shirt is tailored to fit him well. When he lowers his head, a few strands of hair fall on his forehead. He looks even better when he smiles, like sunshine and a gem.

Youth, cleanliness, dreams and vitality are the most beautiful things in the world.

"Hello." After a while, Blake's assistant came out of the conference room and whispered to Harper, "Boss Bai said he might need another hour, so you can go to his office and rest first. You don't have to stand here."

"Okay." Harper smiled apologetically, "Sorry to interrupt your meeting."

The assistant shook his head and said it was okay, and personally took him to Blake's office. The simple gray decoration style, but there was a pink lazy sofa in the corner, which was eye-catching and abrupt. No one else could give such a shocking gift except Chloe. Blake moved it back to the company with a look of disgust, and originally wanted to throw it in the utility room, but Chloe called every day and asked about the sofa's recent situation as soon as she opened her mouth, like a kind old mother-in-law, so he had to drag it back to avoid hurting the innocent boy's heart.

Harper sent a message to Bai Boyang, and soon he received an email reply, which listed in detail all the information of Zhao Yuejin, the driver who caused the accident that day. His home address is No. 19-87 Danyang Street, which is a newly built residential area. Most of the residents are second-generation demolition workers who became rich overnight. They do meet the behavioral characteristics of "ordinary workers, simple in appearance, but very straightforward to compensate after an accident."

Harper closed his computer and planned to take some time to go and see it in person. The meeting was not over yet, but the sky outside gradually darkened, and the wind blew up, looking like it was going to rain heavily. The air was dark and humid, making people feel depressed. The new intern hurried over to help Blake close the window, but he didn't know there was someone else in the office, so he pushed the door and walked in, and almost bumped into Harper's arms.

"Sorry, sorry." The intern was startled and glanced behind him hesitantly. He didn't know what was there, but it was glowing warmly, like the softest cotton lamp, or flickering stars.

"Mobile flashlight." Harper replied calmly, "It's too dark here. I want to take a picture of the chandelier so I can install one for my home in the future. Oh, I'm Mr. Bai's driver, my last name is Han."

The intern is full of doubts, right?

Harper leaned forward and looked at her, his eyes innocent and worried: "Will this not violate company regulations?" His voice was originally very pleasant, and after being deliberately lowered, it became even more magnetic and ambiguous. The intern's heart suddenly fluttered, and she took a step back unconsciously: "No, no, Mr. Han, go ahead and take the photo."

"That's good." Harper smiled gently, "Thank you so much...By the way, what's your name?"

The intern answered: "Song Xiaoxiao."

Harper nodded and said solemnly: "Thank you, Miss Song."

The starlight between his fingers dissipated, and the room became dim again. Blake pushed open the office door and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?!"

"Boss Bai!" Song Xiaoxiao blushed and hurriedly explained, "I'm here to close the window for you."

Blake glanced at the curtains that were rustling in the wind.

Song Xiaoxiao hurriedly helped him close the window and almost escaped from the office.

The culprit, Mr. Han, smiled calmly and said, "Are you going to the head office?"

"I really didn't realize that," Blake said with disgust, "How come you have no moral integrity at all."

"I'm really innocent." Harper helped him move the lazy sofa. "How was the meeting?"

"Not bad, there should be no problem this afternoon." Blake threw himself into the sofa, enjoying the relaxation surrounded by soft sand, "Let's eat before leaving, takeout."

Harper nodded: "Do you need a massage?"

"You're really versatile." Blake muttered, stretching and relaxing without any shape or form. "By the way, I warn you, next time you are not allowed to harass my female employees, if you want to flirt, please go to the next room."

"I'm really not interested in that Miss Song." Harper massaged his shoulders.

"You even know my last name so quickly, and you still say you're not interested." Blake gasped, "Hey! Be gentle!"

Harper raised the corner of his mouth, pressed his palm across his shoulders, and drew a small star with his finger through his shirt.

At 2pm, Harper sent Blake to Huanchen Group on time: "Good luck."

Blake pointed at his nose and said, "I'll say it again, no harassment of the opposite s3x."

Harper raised his hands in surrender: "I won't go upstairs, I'll just walk around here."

"Aren't you going to get in?" Blake unbuckled his seat belt. "That's fine. Make your own arrangements this afternoon. I don't need a car. I may have to have dinner with clients in the evening."

Harper nodded and escorted him to the elevator, but he did not drive the BMW again. Instead, he took a taxi on the side of the road and went to the west of the city. There was a nationally famous bar street there, which became more and more lively at night, but was very quiet during the day. So when Harper pushed open the door of one of the bars, the bartender who was originally lying drowsy behind the counter was almost scared to death by the string of wooden wind chimes.

"A glass of mint liquor." Harper sat on a wooden chair.

The bartender shook his head and took the rag to wipe the table: "Open at 8 pm."

Harper threw two gems on the table: "Tip."

The bartender's eyes suddenly flashed with light. He crossed the counter and almost touched Harper's face: "Who are you?"

"I'm looking for your boss." Harper shook out a cigarette and lit it. "Is she awake?"

The bartender looked a little excited, his pointed nails scratching dents on the bar: "Wait a moment."

The bar owner was a charming and beautiful young woman. When Harper walked in, she was studying the new season's fashion magazines, and the floor was littered with high heels and handbags.

"It seems that you are in a good mood today." Harper sat opposite her.

The young woman giggled and held out her fingers covered with diamond rings: "One Hermès Kelly, one question."

"Happy birthday." Harper tapped her fingertips, and the falling starlight blocked the light of the diamond, "Miss Dana."

"Hateful." Dana lifted her high heels with her toes and lazed back among a dozen latest handbags. "What do you want to ask me?"

"I don't have any problem." Harper said, "I just want you to help me."

Dana shook her head. "Not interested, no talk."

"But I have a problem." Harper said in a good manner, "Only you can help me solve it."

Dana tugged at her bra, examining her breasts with satisfaction, and replied nonchalantly, "What's the trouble?"

"Someone wants to kidnap my client." Harper pulled a shawl over her upper body, "and he is very important to me."

"What does this have to do with me?" Dana took off her diamond ring and threw it on the carpet like throwing a piece of glass. She twisted her slender waist and stood in front of the dressing mirror, preparing for her date in the evening.

"Of course this has something to do with you. My trouble is your trouble." Harper grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "Mom, can you have some sense of responsibility as an elder?"

Dana covered her ears and screamed.

Harper took out a skirt from the closet: "Five minutes, I'll wait for you outside the door."

Dana waved her hand impatiently, and after Harper left, she immediately put on makeup and shoes, and climbed out of the window using her hands and feet.

Mr. Han was leaning against a tree not far away, with his arms folded, looking at her.

Dana: ...