助理手一抖，手机差点又掉回酒杯里。他咽了口唾沫，声音更低了：“薄总……夫人她……她说想带宁儿去感受一下市井生活，就……就在天桥那里摆摊。”

薄 рынок 的酒气直往鼻腔里钻，他眯着眼，捏紧了酒杯，指节发白。外面的喧嚣似乎都隔了一层，只有助理小心翼翼的声音和他自己的喘息声。

“市井生活？”他嗤笑一声，声音又沉又冷，“她以为她是谁？带着个拖油瓶去抛头露面？宁儿那点贵气，让她给磨没了？”

助理连忙点头：“是、是夫人她……她说宁儿一直很向往那种……”

“放屁！”薄市场haven't finished speaking, the phone suddenly slipped from his hand and fell heavily on the table. The sound of the phone shattering was quite clear in the noisy room.

A few eyes around casted suspicion at him, and someone immediately poured more wine. "What did you say, general manager? Did you drop the phone?"

Thin lips forced a smile, but eyes are cold.

Only after the scene in the bar quieted down, the assistant picked up the broken phone and continued to deliver the message: "薄总, 夫人她说还要摆摊卖糖葫芦。"

薄market's face changed drastically. He threw the cup down and slammed his fist on the table.

"我夫人还卖糖葫芦？!" his voice is full of disbelief and anger, "her body is too precious to do such low-end things! Is there no limit to her arrogance?!"