Chapter 35: Crazy Day 35 Leilei, Dog (Second Update)...
There was an eerie silence followed by laughter.
The remaining few people were so uncomfortable that they finally couldn't help laughing.
Song Yuanqiao concluded with a smile, "Thank goodness there are no minors here. President Lie, your girlfriend is really interesting."
Nangong Lie's face darkened as he swallowed his anger and said, "Let's continue eating."
A few minutes later, a waiter knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Song, there's a kid at the front desk who wants to see you."
"Your service is getting worse and worse," Nangong Lie said, already frustrated by the constant interruptions. "Any random person can come over and interrupt our business."
He pointedly criticized, "You weren't a human being before, and now you're a wild child!"
"Dad!" The child's tender voice sounded in front of the sliding door.
Nangong Lie:……!!!
"Ah, it's your child, Mr. Song." Nangong Lie was so frightened that he almost swallowed his tongue. He scrambled to his feet to greet him. "Come in, come in, little one, what's your name?"
"Song Solmoo."
Green hat?
puff.
Tan Mo spit out her food.
Are all the hints in novels this explicit nowadays?
Under Nangong Lie's arrangement, little Song Shumao sat next to his father.
He was about five or six years old, wearing a suit and a red bow tie. He had very dark skin and a big, slicked-back hair parted on the side. He looked like the way an elderly person would imagine a child from a wealthy family to be dressed. He looked both old and young.
Tan Mo asked, "Is there any event at your school? Why are you wearing a suit? Isn't it hot?"
Song Lumao shook his head. "I wear this every day. My grandfather bought it for me."
Tan Mo: It is indeed so.
"Wow, your grandfather treats you very well. He must like you very much." Nangong Lie deliberately raised his voice and complimented Song Yuanqiao, "Mr. Song, your son looks like you. He is so outstanding. He can definitely fight with you in the future and take over your job."
There was a silence.
Tan Mo raised her eyebrows and looked at Nangong Lie with a look that said 'are you crazy'.
In Nangong Lie's eyes, it became: You are so good at flattering, I am jealous.
Nangong Lie gave her a look that said, "You still need to learn more from me."
After a long silence, Song Yuanqiao lost interest. "Really? Many people say that."
He didn't want to continue this topic, so he sighed and wanted to pick up some food for Song Lumao, but after looking around, he didn't know where to start with his chopsticks. Most of the food on the table was raw or fried.
He removed the raw fish from the sushi and gave it to the child, then rang the bell for the waiter to prepare the sukiyaki.
"Shouldn't you be in kindergarten at this time?" Song Yuanqiao's voice was quite gentle.
Song Lumao: "I don't want to go to school. School is not fun. Mom asked the driver to bring me to you."
Nangong Lie continued, "It seems that Mrs. Song is very experienced in raising children and pays great attention to the interaction between children and their fathers. I heard experts say that a child's personality development has a lot to do with the father."
He wanted to throw the conversation to Song Yuanqiao, but Song Shumao took it over instead.
Song Lumao said: "My mother said that she didn't want my father to be too busy. If he has time to go out to eat, he also has time to take care of the children."
Ah this...
The flattery hit the horse's leg.
Nangong Lie was a little embarrassed and tried to smooth things over. "That's good, that's good. Mrs. Song must be very busy, so she wanted Mr. Song to experience it. Now she's criticizing widowed parenting."
Song Lumao: "My mother is not busy. She plays mahjong every day."
Nangong Lie: ...Oh my God, how can I save my dignity?
Song Yuanqiao's expression became increasingly ugly.
Tan Mo rarely helped Nangong Lie, "Do you know how Zhu Bajie's second uncle died?"
Nangong Lie: "Why are you talking about this?"
"Just like you, stupid as hell. You're a rootless person who can't even have children, so why are you talking so much? Shut up!"
Nangong Lie: You actually cursed me!
"Root? What is root?" Song Shumao asked.
Tan Mo: ...
Xu Xiaonian took over the conversation angrily, "It's me!"
Nangong Lie: ...
Tan Mo changed the subject, "As a child, the most important thing for you is your growth, not your speech."
She handed him a piece of sushi with the raw food removed and said, "Eat this."
"I don't want it. I want to eat sashimi." Song Shumao rudely knocked away the sushi that Tan Mo had picked up. "If you don't give me sashimi, I will tell my grandfather and let him beat you."
The child had no idea how to control the force of the blow. The blow had left the back of Tan Mo's hand red. The air was broken by the whooshing sound, enough to tell the force.
"Are you okay?" As an assistant, Lu Xingjian was very nervous.
Tan Mo said to the child with a cold face: "If you sell your grandfather, you will have no grandfather. Let's see how you call him grandpa."
"No, there's still grandpa!" Song Shumao's eyes were filled with tears and his voice became sharp.
"Sister," Nangong Lie started to tease again, "He's still a child, why are you arguing with him? Mr. Song is still here, how can it be your turn to teach him a lesson?"
Song Yuanqiao was extremely annoyed and said in a deep voice, "Enough!"
"That's right," Nangong Lie accused Tan Mo, "You're too disrespectful to Mr. Song. Look how mad he is."
Song Yuanqiao: "I'm talking to you, Nangong Lie."
Nangong Lie: ...I've flattered you so much, why is it me again?
At this time, a waiter brought in Sukiyaki.
Song Yuanqiao pointed at Song Lumao, who was sobbing and crying, and said, "Please open another private room and take him there to eat."
After the child was taken away, Tan Mo poured wine for Song Yuanqiao. "A crying child is really annoying. At that moment, many parents will regret having children. Uncle Song, you have worked hard."
After drinking a few glasses of wine, Song Yuanqiao said with emotion: "Actually, I really liked this child before. Even if he quarreled or cried, I wouldn't feel annoyed. Really..."
"I understand, I understand." Tan Mo continued to pour him wine to relieve his worries, "I really understand." Cuckolded Uncle.
For the next hour, Song Yuanqiao treated Tan Mo as his confidant and cried bitterly, complaining about everything from how his friend and his wife met to how he found out that the child was not his biological child.
Nangong Lie interrupted for the 30th time, trying to steer the conversation towards this collaborative variety show investment.
Song Yuanqiao rejected him for the 30th time, "Are you annoying? Don't let me ruin my chance of meeting a soulmate."
Nangong Lie: ...
Tan Mo burped lightly and glanced at Lu Xingjian and the others, "Are you full?"
Lu Xingjian shook his head. Qin Ming shook his head even more wildly.
"Tsk." Tan Mo rang the bell. "If it's not enough, order more. It's not my money anyway."
Nangong Lie: ...
At three o'clock in the afternoon, this banquet for friends finally ended.
The alcohol content of Japanese shochu was quite high. Tan Mo and Song Yuanqiao both finished more than ten bottles and were already staggering when they walked out of the store.
Before leaving, Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists and said, "Brother Gaoshan, you are the only one who understands my distress. If you have any problems in the future, come to me and we will continue drinking."
Tan Mo took the punch, "Of course, of course."
"See you later."
"Goodbye, goodbye."
"Wow! Host!" The system climbed up impatiently. "You just made a lot of money. It's increasing by twenty yuan at a time. You're going to be rich."
"I'm going to get rich? How much money am I going to make?" Lu Xingjian supported the weak-legged Tan Mo and suddenly heard Tan Mo speak.
System: "Dangdangdang~39,725,841."
Tan Mo laughed out loud. "What does this mean? It means that if people are fine, they should gossip more, which is good for making money. Otherwise, people like Nangong Lie, who is a grudge..."
Nangong Lie, the big resentful person, was supported out by Qin Ming. Since Song Yuanqiao ignored him, Nangong Lie's heart finally died down.
So he drank to drown his sorrows and got drunk.
When he saw Tan Mo, he was like a hungry lion seeing meat. He rushed over with bloodshot eyes and shouted Tan Mo's name.
"Tan Mo! I'm going to kill you! Kill you! Look at what you've done!"
Tan Mo's head was spinning. "Can you blame me for this? Who told you not to do a background check in advance? You kept saying stupid things. I told you to shut up, but you were still flattering me."
"You! Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
Tan Mo pointed at him and said to Lu Xingjian with a smile: "This guy is so funny. He asked me to tell the secret to the enemy. Nangong Lie, are you really stupid?"
She took a few steps forward, her momentum high, and said with a haughty look: "Nangong Lie, you lose, you are not as good as me."
Nangong Lie laughed twice and said to Xu Xiaonian: "Xiao Nian, she actually said that I am not as good as her, hahahaha..."
Xu Xiaonian had a cold face and said nothing, which made Nangong Lie's laughter seem awkward and thin, and he could no longer laugh.
"I'm leaving first." She said hello to Tan Mo and turned to leave.
Nangong Lie shouted anxiously, "Xiao Nian, wait for me."
Unfortunately, his legs were weak and his mind was confused. He forcibly broke away from Qin Ming's support, ran forward a few steps, and then collapsed to the ground.
Tan Mo smiled and said, "Lululu, Xu Xiaonian doesn't want you anymore~"
Wow! Rubbing salt into Nangong Lie's wounds seems a bit mean.
"Increased! Increased again!" The system came up again, "Reporting to the host, abnormal emotional fluctuations of the target person have been detected. Your gossip balance has increased."
"How much?"
"Ninety-nine million nine hundred and ninety thousand."
Tan Mo: ...
Tan Mo: "Xu Xiaonian doesn't want you anymore, doesn't want you anymore, doesn't want you anymore~"
puff!
puff!
puff!
Nangong Lie vomited blood, fell to his knees and cried loudly on the ground.
"Four hundred and three million!"
Tan Mo: Wow, Jianjian is healthier.
*
Although Tan Mo had been drinking and had almost passed out in the second half of the journey, she was able to wake up by the time the Rolls-Royce arrived at her door. She wasn't fully awake, but at least she could walk.
After getting drunk, Tan Mo was very well-behaved, like a puppet. The strings controlling the puppet were controlled by Lu Xingjian, who easily brought Tan Mo home.
Tan Mo usually has a lot of clever ideas, and Lu Xingjian rarely sees through her.
After entering the house, Lu Xingjian walked forward a few steps. He turned around and saw Tan Mo still standing at the door in a daze.
He tugged at his tie, loosening it a little, then unbuttoned his sleeves and instructed, "If you're sleepy, go to bed. I'll make you some hangover soup and then we'll be off."
"Leave?" Hearing this word, his nerves, dulled by alcohol, became sensitive. "Leave?"
Her brain could no longer process long, complex sentences, so Tan Mo spoke like a child, only able to throw out a few words. But Lu Xingjian still quickly understood what she meant.
"Yeah, you're drunk." Lu Xingjian walked to the refrigerator to see if there were any ingredients for hangover soup. "I guess if you sleep now, you won't wake up until the early morning."
There was a rustling sound beside him. Lu Xingjian looked over and saw Tan Mo squatting in the corner, flipping through something, leaving him with a round head.
"Don't eat snacks when you go to bed." He was really worried that she would choke to death if she vomited later.
The sound of footsteps is getting closer.
"What are you doing here?"
But she didn't expect that Tan Mo was holding the pillow that Lu Xingjian usually used for his nap in one hand and dragging the mat in the other.
"It's too heavy, bang!" She threw the cushion to the ground with a bang.
Lu Xingjian was amused. "If you think it's heavy, why are you still dragging it?"
"Puppy backpack, sleep."
"It's already afternoon, I can't sleep."
Tan Mo: "Tired."
Lu Xingjian's heart softened. "You mean you think I'm tired from work and want me to rest, right?"
Tan Mo nodded, "Leilei, dog. Dog, Leilei."
Lu Xingjian: …
The dim light from the refrigerator reflected on Lu Xingjian's profile. His long, slightly drooping eyelashes fluttered like an ice-blue butterfly resting on a flower. A faint dimple appeared on his cheek.
Lu Xingjian pursed his lips and chuckled.
"Thank you, man."
Tan Mo was drunk, her cheeks were as red as the sunset, and her lips were tempting.
She stared into Lu Xingjian's eyes, tilted her head and said, "I've seen you before."
The smile immediately disappeared, and Lu Xingjian narrowed his clear eyes.
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