Seeing Yan Zheng staring at him in a daze, Sang Muyang was so anxious that his eyes were spitting fire and his mouth was almost talking to the South Pole.
This is the task that Sang Tianen assigned to me. If I don't complete it well, I will definitely have to deal with a mess when I get home.
Yan Zheng saw the boy's anxious expression. If it were in the past, he would definitely react quickly, but now his nerves have been paralyzed by alcohol, and his thinking seems to have slowed down several times.
He tilted his head and stared at the boy, his eyes gradually wandering away from his face and unconsciously falling behind him.
Just like that, he saw Sang Tianen not far away.
He was carrying a black leather bag on his thin shoulders, with his hands in his trouser pockets. He stood lazily by the road, as if waiting for a bus.
Yan Zheng took a few seconds to react and decided to take a gamble. He smiled calmly and said to Vice President Liu, "Boss Liu, this is indeed my cousin."
Vice President Liu's expression fell, his eyes darting between the two of them. After a long while, he said in a low voice, "In that case, I won't see you off."
After saying that, he got into the back seat.
As the car sped away, Yan Zheng could no longer hold on and fell towards Sang Muyang like a mountain.
Sang Muyang hurriedly supported him: "Hey, don't sleep, brother." He turned around to call for help, but found that his sister got into a taxi and drove away.
The veins on his forehead twitched. This was indeed Sang Tianen's usual style of doing things - he gave orders and then ran away, treating people like gods.
Helping Yan Zheng sit in the passenger seat, he panted and asked, "Brother, brother, where is your home?"
Yan Zheng frowned deeply, his head and stomach ached, his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear Sang Muyang's words at all. He was drunk.
Sang Muyang had no choice but to call Sang Tianen: "Sister, where should I send the person to?"
"You have a mouth and all you know is eating, right?" Sang Tianen leaned back in the taxi chair and answered with his eyes half closed.
Sang Muyang curled his lips and said, "I asked him, he's drunk and unconscious."
"Can't you just take out your phone and look at it? Do you need me to teach you?"
Sang Muyang lowered his head and groped Yan Zheng's pants, and sure enough, he took out a cell phone. Before he could be happy, he found that the phone had a password and could not be opened.
"The phone has a password." He said depressedly.
"Send it directly to the hotel." Sang Tianen began to get impatient. Because of drinking, her stomach felt like it was on fire. She just wanted to go home and have a good sleep.
"Which family should I send it to?" Sang Muyang continued to ask.
Sang Tianen hissed, his voice suddenly rising: "Why are you so busy? Just pick someone off the street!"
"I'm not afraid of giving it too expensively, so you scold me." Sang Muyang felt a little aggrieved.
Sang Tianen pursed his lips and said coldly, "The cheapest." Then he hung up the phone and closed his eyes completely.
Sang Muyang was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone, but he couldn't bear to do it just as he raised his hand.
He spent a month cleaning for Sang Tianen in exchange for this phone, which cost him seven or eight thousand yuan. It would be a shame to smash it like this.
But Sang Tianen really went too far this time. She clearly asked him to help, but he quit and even had the nerve to hang up on him.
The more Sang Muyang thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more aggrieved he felt. But when he remembered that Sang Tianen had promised to buy him a new computer next month, he decided to endure it.
Yes, he is such a loser.
After some ideological work, he drove his little pumpkin and started looking for a hotel along the street.
Before he could find a place, Yan Zheng vomited due to gastrointestinal discomfort.
The whole process could be described as lightning fast and overwhelming. Sang Muyang had no time to stop it and could only watch the other party destroy his little pumpkin.
"Ah, ah, ah!" He stepped on the brakes and screamed in despair, his eyes red with anger.
The instigator vomited out everything in his stomach and fell asleep with a relaxed look on his face.
Sang Muyang almost cried. Who could give him a knife? He wanted to kill Sang Tianen. His little pumpkin had only been in his hands for a month...
After being sad for a while, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and stepped on the accelerator with a firm look in his eyes.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell of Sang Tianen's house rang frantically.
Sang Tianen, who was originally sleeping comfortably on the second floor, ran down the stairs with his eyes blazing with anger because of the noise.
She wanted to see who was the idiot who dared to disturb her beauty sleep so late.
As soon as she opened the door, a man in a navy blue shirt was stuffed into her arms. Before she could figure out what was going on, her pupils dilated at the sudden smell of alcohol.
Sang Muyang dodged very shrewdly.
Yan Zheng smelled a faint fragrance in his sleep, rubbed comfortably against Sang Tianen's chest, and put his arms around her waist.
The warm touch and the man's breath made Sang Tianen's body stiffen, and his hands hung helplessly in the air.
Then, Yan Zheng's hand slowly and slowly moved upwards from her waist, and a strange tingling sensation surged where it touched, like an electric shock.
Sang Tianen pulled the man's hand down with a dark face. She really wanted to throw away the man who had taken advantage of her, but the man had his eyes closed, and it was obvious that it was an unconscious action.
She closed her eyes with an expression of forbearance, picked up the unconscious Yan Zheng by the waist, and walked towards the guest room.
When he reached the door, he turned around and walked towards the sofa. Just as he was about to put the person down, he stopped. Finally, he put the person on the carpet and kicked him with his foot.
Seeing the man motionless, she wrinkled her nose in disgust, picked up the remote control on the table, and turned on the air conditioner and heater.
"I thought you were so powerful, but in the end you're lying on the ground like a dead pig?" Sang Tianen glared at him condescendingly and snorted, "You're just happy to meet me."
After saying that, he yawned, scratched his hair, turned off the lights and went to sleep on the second floor.
Ten minutes later, she walked down from the second floor, threw the quilt in her hand on Yan Zheng with an expressionless face, and said coldly: "You should be grateful that I exist in this world!"
After saying that, he climbed up to the second floor to sleep.
Five minutes later, she ran down again, holding a pillow in her hand, and gnashed her teeth and said, "You must select me as an outstanding employee by the end of the year, otherwise this matter will never end!"
Yan Zheng woke up at around ten o'clock the next day. His head felt like it was about to explode and his body was in terrible pain. It was not only the pain of a hangover, but also the pain of sleeping on a hard board.
He sat on the floor holding his head in pain, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
Sang Tianen, sitting cross-legged on the futon, glanced at him without saying a word. Her slender fingers lifted the teacup and took a small sip. The aroma of the tea leaves cleared her mind and made her feel as if she were about to ascend to heaven.
Yan Zheng heard the gurgling sound of boiling water and looked over. He was stunned when he saw Sang Tianen. Why was she here?
The next second, as if he thought of something, his face turned pale and he looked at his body in panic.
"Don't look at me. I didn't do anything to you!" Sang Tianen poured tea into his teacup without even looking at Yan Zheng.
Yan Zheng roughly checked his body and breathed a sigh of relief after finding nothing unusual.
Sang Tianen found it a little funny. He had never seen such a scene in his previous life.
What a changing world! Men, you have come to this day.
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