The alcohol concentration was not high, but it was very strong. It took an hour to drive from here to home. Pei Zhiting was worried about letting Song Xijiao drive, so he asked Pei Yu to pick them up early.
Pei Yu drove very steadily. Pei Zhiting sat in the back seat with his arms around Song Xijiao, rubbing her bloated stomach with his right hand.
She had poor digestion and the doctor said it was irritable bowel syndrome caused by excessive stress and mental tension that led to dysfunction of the autonomic nervous system.
The doctor advised her to eat light food. Pei Zhiting studied various recipes, including sweet, sour, bitter and spicy, and combinations of meat and vegetables. He cooked different dishes for her every day, tried his best to choose dishes she liked, and gave her enough sleep. Now her complexion is gradually getting better.
Song Xijiao dozed off in his arms. His hand unconsciously slid down her sleeping face, to her neck, and then to her chin, and quickly left the next second.
It is difficult for a half-drunk person to be rational.
A half-drunk person has even less control over his emotions.
On the other side, Chen Huo pinched Lin Qingrou's chin and said, "You have to smile like this."
Lin Qingrou smiled stiffly, cursing him in her heart. Her smile was uglier than crying.
Chen Huo looked directly into her eyes and said gently, "Arou, look, it's so beautiful when you smile like this."
Lin Qingrou felt stiff and numb, but unable to resist.
“…”
Chen Huo finally let her go and whispered in her ear, "Arou, you are the most beautiful woman in the world."
Lin Qingrou said "hmm" in a coquettish voice.
Chen Huo hugged her from behind, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said drunkenly:
"Love can only be given to the one you love the most. And if you love someone, you will trust her."
"It's a pity that some people's love is reserved and tinged with doubt."
Lin Qingrou lowered her eyes, hiding the complexity in her eyes, "Really? Some people don't even dare to admit love."
Chen Huo kissed her hair and said, "Arou, I'm drunk. Don't mind what I said just now."
Lin Qingrou's body stiffened for a moment. She didn't understand why Chen Huo suddenly said this, and she didn't know how to respond. Chen Huo had already pulled away.
The next morning, Song Xijiao walked into the conference room. Zhao Ruobin was waiting for her early. When he saw Song Xijiao come in, he stood up and pushed the chair to her. She sat down and Zhao Ruobin handed her a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, sis. I brought you coffee."
Tsk.
Zhao Hairong is a hypocritical villain and a scumbag.
Lin Qingrou is a scheming green tea girl.
Zhao Ruobin has inherited the essence of his parents and is very good at making trouble.
It seems generous to ask for forgiveness, but in fact it is just admitting the mistake first and then persuading people to quit. There is no apology at all.
Song Xijiao tore open the lid and pretended to take a sip.
Zhao Ruobin showed a perfect smile, "Sister, yesterday was Dad's birthday, why didn't you come back?"
Song Xijiao put down her coffee cup, raised her chin, and also revealed an impeccable smile.
"Well, I met Aunt Lin last night. Ruo Bin, judging by the situation, you might have a stepfather again. Besides, she had a son before you."
Zhao Ruobin's smile froze instantly and his expression turned ugly.
"Oh, really?"
He said that it had been a week and she hadn't called him yet, so it turned out that he had found a new target.
"Of course, there will be surprises when there is news. You seem quite happy." Song Xijiao wiped her mouth and left.
There was a loud "bang" behind him, and Zhao Ruobin slammed the table hard, scaring the people who came out of the meeting to look sideways.
In the office, Yang Peifeng and Song Xijiao were eating melon seeds to pass the time.
"No, it's really..."
"Well, they say you can't put all your eggs in one basket. This is the first time I've seen them scattered like this. It's truly genius."
"Genius, genius, hahahaha, yes, genius."
“…”
“Boom boom boom… boom…”
Song Xijiao heard three short and one long knocks on the door and sat up straight, "Come in!"
"Mr. Song, Mr. Zhao wants you to go to his office." It was the secretary in Zhao Hairong's office.
Song Xijiao smiled and said "Hey", "I'll be right there."
"Have you bought the gift I asked you to buy?"
Zhao Hairong's office was no different from the last time he left. As soon as he entered the room, he could see the calligraphy work "Heaven rewards hard work". There was a tea can on the floor stand next to it, and the cabinet next to it was filled with rows of thermos cups, all of which had sticky notes on them, and a pair of brush-written characters "Modest Gentleman" on them.
There was a large bookcase behind where Zhao Hairong was sitting, which was full of books.
Alas, as soon as he has some money, he starts pretending to be cultured. I don’t know who he is trying to fool.
"Dad, it was your birthday yesterday, and I was delayed by something. This is a birthday gift I prepared for you, to make up for it."
The last time Zhao Hairong received a birthday present from Song Xijiao was twenty-three years ago.
It was also his birthday that day. She tied a bow with wool on the milk distributed by the school and put two pumpkin flowers in it. She heard that flowers can make people happy.
She prepared all day.
He frowned and pulled the bow off in disgust.
Throw away.
It was her grandmother who came out to comfort her and said she would give her a bigger and better gift on her birthday.
But the gift he waited for from her was divorce, he would never wait for that summer, and he would never hear her call him "Dad" again.
. . . . .
I’m afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.
"This is the gift you gave me."
Zhao Hairong happily opened the gift, but the moment he saw the whole gift, his face turned pale and red.
She asked Yang Peifeng to buy her a gift, but why did he only buy a box of medicine?
Sildenafil citrate?
What kind of medicine is this?
What disease is it treating?
diabetes?
hypertension?
heart disease?
Or is it mental illness?
Sleeping pills?
Yes, it must be sleeping pills.
He couldn't sleep because he was cuckolded. Yang Peifeng was considerate of his boss, so he bought this medicine online as a birthday gift for him. He was a role model among employees for buying such a thoughtful gift.
"Dad, I heard you have trouble sleeping. I asked a friend to bring this medicine from abroad. It's very effective for treating insomnia."
"As the saying goes, if you sleep well, you can get up early. If you get up early, you can have a strong career. If you have a strong career, you can become a real CEO. Dad, I sincerely hope that you can become a real CEO soon."
"Puff..." Zhao Hairong spat out a mouthful of water.
Back in the office, she lay on her back in the boss chair, and Yang Peifeng came in with a stack of documents.
"Isn't Mr. Zhao particularly happy to receive the gift?"
Song Xijiao recalled, "I wasn't very happy. He asked me to give him something else next time."
Yang Peifeng didn't understand why Mr. Zhao was such a loyal fan of this medicine.
How could I not be happy?
"That's what they say in domineering CEO novels. If he doesn't want it, he wants it. He must be pretending to be reserved. Next time you give him something else, he will definitely want this one."
"What you said makes a lot of sense." Song Xijiao agreed.
"So, reading the domineering CEO novel was not in vain."
His wife likes novels about domineering bosses, and she also heard that the domineering boss's quotes were floating around the house, and after a long time, they were engraved in her mind.
This is the second time I’ve given Zhao Hairong a gift, and it’s considered quite decent.
"Hey, Yang Peifeng, does he often eat this?"
"Not often, but every time."
"ah?"
This is too miserable. I can't sleep every day.
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