Xiaoqing was at a loss and very anxious. She wanted to explain that she didn't see anything.
She just felt that she couldn't take money for free.
This is a good man, not the country boy that Feifei just secretly cared about, riding a bicycle and saying that she couldn't make much money from him.
People like this should be nicer to others just based on what they just said.
At the very least, she couldn't avoid Wang Ge when he was obviously too drunk to take care of himself. She had just come in to pat him on the back to make him vomit, and she happened to see his pants were about to fall off from behind, so she wanted to pull them off.
Wang Jianan fell to the side of the squatting position, his eyes full of panic. He covered his body with one hand and kicked with his feet, but it was obvious that he couldn't reach the girl. His kicking was just a way to express his struggle in this predicament.
"Hurry up, hurry up."
"Brother Wang, can I help you up? Look at you, you've vomited and are even walking in circles. Just for your money, I can't let you be like this." Xiao Qing wanted to bend down and step forward.
Wang Jianan shrank back further, his intention to avoid the situation obvious: "No need." Perhaps it was because he was weak from vomiting, or perhaps it was because he was feeling hot and suffocating from anxiety, but he was sweating.
"Sister, I'm begging you, I'll get up as soon as you get out!"
"Then?" The girl in a white dress and white sandals stamped her feet lightly.
"Then remember to call me if you can't get up."
Later, Wang Jianan felt like he had lost his memory due to drinking too much.
He only remembered pulling up his pants and then lying by the sink to vomit. He had no memory of how he got back to the box.
The next shot is that he was woken up in a daze, and Lao Sui and the others were gone. He, the girl, and Li Dajun were the only ones left in the box.
Boss Li nodded his chin and asked him, "Brother Wang, are you going to the room upstairs or going home?"
He seemed to say something in reply.
As for what he replied, only God and the earth know, the girl knows, and Li Dajun knows, but he himself doesn't remember.
The next shot is that he feels as if it is raining heavily outside. He seems to be a little sober because of being drenched. He falls into the back seat of the car and is asked where he is going. He can actually answer.
But at that moment, when he thought about going home and facing Chu Yiqing, he thought of three questions:
That bitch will definitely not cry and beg him; if he gets angry and beats her, she will have to ask him for a divorce; she has always liked someone else and has never cared about him!
He seemed to be so angry that he fell asleep again.
Wang Jianan spent half the night entertaining himself. As the saying goes, Fahai, if you don’t understand love, Leifeng Pagoda will fall down.
Chu Yiqing squinted her eyes and stared at the grandfather clock. The bowl of egg noodles in the restaurant had become a lump, and she had been sitting there quietly for a long time.
When Chu Yiqing saw the pointer slide to three in the morning, he completely lost his patience.
My hands couldn't help but wrinkle the sheets.
Back there? Impossible.
Even though she may remain silent when she and his mother are arguing, she might behave in a strange way behind their backs.
That's a careful person.
He remembers everyone's birthday and often buys his mother skin care products, skirts and leather shoes. He even remembers what shoe size she wears. It's obvious that he is a filial son. He would not look so sad that his mother would feel heartbroken.
What about staying up late at the office? No.
The unit has a security guard and people on duty.
If he stayed up all night there, there would be gossip the next day. He had already found her, and he wanted everyone to know that she was good to him, so that others wouldn't talk about him being kicked out of the house.
Stay in a hotel?
Chu Yiqing took a deep breath.
She gave him 300 yuan in pocket money last week. After deducting the money spent on cigarettes and snacks for his son, could he afford to stay in a hotel? Would he have to stay in a hostel?
That hotel is dirty and messy...
Chu Yiqing pulled her pajamas over and put them on in frustration. She felt indescribably frustrated.
He dared not return home at night and would rather stay in a hotel than face her. It seemed that he didn't want to talk to her or hear her speak anymore.
It was late at night. In this quiet big house, raindrops were hitting the windows. Everything made Chu Yiqing feel really depressing.
She had just changed into her pajamas when a tear fell onto her nightgown. She sniffed and looked toward the window, trying to hold the tears back. If she had known he was going to move out, she should have given him more money last week and let him stay in a hotel instead of a motel.
Just as I was thinking about this, I suddenly saw a car outside flashing its hazard lights in the rain.
Chu Yiqing wiped his face with his arm, moved his injured foot, held the stair railing, and rushed out as fast as he could.
The driver felt that he was really scared tonight.
Although he had only seen Mr. Chu from a distance when he was seeing someone off last time, he could tell from that glance that she was young, capable, and very pretty.
And every time when the time came to select March 8th Red Flag Bearers, Deputy General Manager Li Dajun would always grumble angrily that their big boss, Ms. Li Tiantian, had been fired by General Manager Chu again.
But this person at this moment...
She was wearing a white nightgown so long that you couldn't even see her feet. She was holding a black umbrella and limping in the rain like a zombie.
At midnight, there was a flash of lightning and thunder in the sky, and the driver was so scared that he gripped the steering wheel tightly.
The lightning flashed, and half of Mr. Chu's face turned red. He was so frightened that he didn't react and wanted to get out of the car immediately.
Chu Yiqing, with red medicine smeared on half of her face, held an umbrella between her arms and face. As soon as she opened the back door of the car, Wang Jianan, who was sleeping so soundly that he didn't know what day it was, drooped his head.
She demanded sharply, "Whose driver are you? Who did he drink with to get so drunk?"
The driver reacted and, not caring about getting drenched, helped Chu Yiqing support Wang Jianan. As he pulled him down, he replied, "I'm a driver for Tiantian International."
"Li Tiantian or Li Dajun?"
Chu Yiqing held the umbrella over Wang Jianan's head and turned her head quickly. It was pitch black and she could only see the rain falling under the light of the car lights. A few buildings over there was Li Tiantian's villa. She was so angry that she wanted to go there.
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