Perhaps because the expressions of the men in suits were too cold, the atmosphere was a little frozen. Only the middle-aged man still lying on the ground made a clear groan of pain.
Time passed second by second, and just when Li Zhao thought that these strong men had begun to doubt him, they bent down, lifted the middle-aged man on the ground, and said thank you to him.
They were carrying the middle-aged man for a short distance when Li Zhao saw someone slip and the man they were carrying hit his head hard against the wall with a thud.
This time the middle-aged man didn't make any sound because he had fainted.
Are all rich people’s bodyguards so fierce? Li Zhao couldn't help but gasp, took two steps back, and bumped into the waiter.
"I was scared to death." Li Zhao rubbed his temples. He felt a little dizzy after drinking a few extra glasses of wine that night. He patted the waiter's shoulder and said, "Hurry up, let's go."
The man looked at his shoulder that had been patted, was silent for a moment, and followed Li Zhao.
"Fortunately, they didn't find anything wrong. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to beat the three of them." Li Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "If anyone asks you about this, you must insist that you don't know. Do you understand?"
The man stared at him for two seconds and nodded slowly.
"That's right." Li Zhao smiled with relief: "We are out here to make a living. We must act dumb when we should, and we must not be too thick-skinned when we should be."
The man listened silently. He and Li Zhao came to the door of a private room. From the half-open door, faint sounds of laughter could be heard.
"Wait for me outside. I'll go say hello to my friends and then accompany you to meet the leader." After Li Zhao finished speaking, he saw the man looking at him in a daze, as if he didn't understand why Li Zhao wanted to accompany him to meet the foreman.
"Have you ever watched a crime drama?" Li Zhao covered his mouth and explained to the man in a low voice: "If the suspect doesn't want others to find out what he did, he needs an alibi."
The man's eyes trembled slightly.
"Do you understand now?" Li Zhao winked slyly: "I am the evidence of your absence."
Seeing that the man didn't seem to react, the drunk Li Zhao said directly: "Anyway, don't worry, wait for me here for a while, I'll be here soon."
The man saw him striding into the box, and seemed to say something to a few people sitting in the main seats. After being forced to drink several large glasses of wine by the crowd, he walked out with staggering steps.
The people behind him were laughing and making noises, and didn't seem to care much about his early departure. Most of them surrounded another young man and showed their courtesy.
"Let's go." Li Zhao wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with a tissue. "I'll take you to say hello to the foreman and tell him that you helped me a lot just now. A customer's personal praise will be helpful to you waiters, right?"
The man looked at his slightly red cheeks, unbuttoned his vest and put it on his arms, revealing his straight and slender waist: "It doesn't matter, I won't be here tomorrow."
Li Zhao paused, shook his dizzy brain, turned his head and looked at the man's face and waist: "It's okay to resign. You are good-looking, but you will suffer if you meet some immoral bastards."
Li Zhao pressed the elevator button and leaned against the wall, trying to clear his mind. He saw that the man was silent and looked unhappy. "Although this is a bit annoying, you don't have to take it to heart. It's not you who is wrong, it's those shameless people."
The man looked up at Li Zhao and suddenly asked, "A pretty face, isn't it something that can harm people?"
The elevator door opened, and the cold air from the hotel lobby hit him, causing Li Zhao to shudder. He turned around and looked back at the man: "What did you say?"
The man looked at his rosy face and watery eyes with his eyelids drooping slightly: "What's your name?" His slender fingers casually unbuttoned the first and second buttons of his shirt, revealing his white neck.
Seeing this scene, Li Zhao laughed: "You don't look like a hotel waiter, you look more like the young master of the hotel."
This man is fair and elegant, with well-proportioned and delicate hands that are extremely well maintained. One can tell at a glance that he comes from a well-off family. Most people come here to work just to experience life.
"You helped me, so I'll treat you to a meal." Seeing that Li Zhao was about to hit the revolving door, the man reached out and grabbed his arm, leading him out of the hotel door.
"Let's eat?" Li Zhao looked up at the sky and found that the moon was particularly round tonight. He looked around and found a noodle shop across the street. He put his arm around the man's shoulder and said, "Let's go. I'll treat you to some noodles."
The man glanced at the hand on his shoulder and was dragged away stiffly by Li Zhao.
"I noticed that you seem to be a little taller than me?" Li Zhao stood on tiptoe to compare his height with the man. After confirming that he was a few centimeters shorter than the other person, he hummed twice.
When I entered the noodle shop, there were no other customers inside. The boss was mopping the floor and the boss's wife was helping her children with their homework. Seeing that there were customers coming, the proprietress brought her child into the kitchen. The boss put the mop aside and greeted the two of them warmly.
Li Zhao was drunk and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. He ordered two bowls of beef clear soup noodles and two plates of side dishes, then broke open a pair of disposable chopsticks and handed them to the man.
"Thank you." The man took the chopsticks, and Li Zhao discovered that the man's hands were whiter than the disposable chopsticks.
After the noodles and side dishes were served, the proprietress took two plastic-wrapped mooncakes and placed them on their table: "Come, eat mooncakes. I wish you two handsome guys a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and good luck."
The mooncakes were only the size of two thumbs and should be the bulk-weighed products sold in supermarkets. Only then did Li Zhao realize that today was Mid-Autumn Festival.
He opened the package and took a bite: "Five-nut ones?"
She leaned over to take a look at the mooncake in front of the man and vaguely saw the words "egg yolk" on the packaging bag. Although he is not a picky eater, he has to admit that mooncakes with egg yolk filling are better than those with five-nut filling.
After finishing the mooncake in two bites, Li Zhao lowered his head and began to eat noodles. His eating manners were not ugly, but he ate with great relish, as if this bowl of clear noodle soup with only a few slices of vegetables and two slices of beef was the ultimate delicacy.
The man stared at him for a long while before lowering his head and picking up a steaming noodle with chopsticks.
The noodles were not chewy enough, the vegetable leaves were not tender enough, the beef slices were not the freshest part of the cow, and the low-quality vinegar gave off a faint sour smell.
The man only ate one bite with his chopsticks and didn't want to continue, but when he saw Li Zhao eating the noodles seriously, he hesitated for a moment and picked up a few more noodles into his mouth.
"My name is... Yan Ting." The man put his chopsticks down next to the bowl with extremely graceful movements: "What about you?"
"Me?" Li Zhao drank up the noodle soup, his cheeks looking even redder: "Li Zhao."
"Chao?" The man stretched out his finger and wrote words on the table.
"It's this Zhao." Li Zhao imitated the man and wrote his name again: "My Chinese teacher in elementary school said that my name is very good. It means light in black and represents hope."
There was a bright light in Li Zhao's drunken eyes.
hope?
Yan Ting lowered his eyes slightly and said, "It's a good name." He was about to say something when Li Zhao's cell phone rang.
"I'm in the noodle shop opposite the hotel." Li Zhao heard Zhang Xiaoyuan's anxious question and quickly explained: "Don't worry, I'm not too drunk."
"Drunks always say they are not drunk."
Yan Ting: “…”
How can a person who has been drinking prove that he is not drunk?
"My friend is here to pick me up." Li Zhao took out his phone and paid for the meal. He asked the boss for a piece of paper, wrote down his phone number and handed it to Yan Ting: "If the hotel needs you again, call me to be your witness."
Yan Ting looked at the crooked, not symmetrical piece of paper and reached out to take it.
"Bye." Li Zhao decided to walk out in a straight line to prove that he was not drunk. But after taking only two steps, he bumped into the dining stool next to him.
"It's okay, it's okay." Li Zhao turned around and looked at Yan Ting: "Goodbye, and I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and happiness to your family."
Yan Ting accompanied Li Zhao to the side of the street, and after a while, they saw someone walking towards them.
"Zhao, you better be more careful." Zhang Xiaoyuan ran over to support Li Zhao and cursed in a low voice: "Those dogs are really inhuman. They knew you couldn't drink much, but they deliberately forced you to drink."
Didn't he just see that Song Yu didn't like their Li Zhao, so he deliberately made things difficult for their Zhao Zhao in front of Song Yu?
"Of course a dog is not a human being." Li Zhao laughed: "Brother Xiaoyuan, your swearing skills are really bad."
"If you can do it, go ahead."
“I was a three-good student in high school.”
"What do you mean?"
"So I, who am well-rounded in morals, intelligence, physique and aesthetics, never curse at anyone."
After a long time, so long that Li Zhao could no longer be seen, a black car stopped in front of Yan Ting.
"Sir, the matter has been handled. Are you going home to rest now?" The man in a suit quickly walked out of the car and bent down to open the door for Yan Ting.
Yan Ting bent down and sat in the car, then he remembered that he was still holding the note and an unopened mooncake sent by Li Zhao in his hand. He threw the mooncake aside casually, took out a pair of delicate handmade scissors, and cut off the weird corners of the paper until it became a symmetrical rectangle.
He looked at the name and phone number on the note and whispered the name: "Li Zhao..."
Two months later, the weather had gradually turned into winter, and Li Zhao's first starring web drama "The Sweet Love of the Domineering Female Boss" was quietly launched on the Qingjiao online streaming platform. Apart from the spontaneous promotion by the crew, there was almost no other publicity channel.
Everyone knows that this drama will be like many low-budget web dramas, released quietly and then broadcast silently. No one will pay attention to it, let alone discuss it.
Even the main creators of the crew didn't take this drama seriously. For example, the female lead of this drama would have probably forgotten to post the promotional Weibo on the day of the show’s premiere if her agent hadn’t reminded her.
However, what all the creative staff did not expect was that a certain edited video of the drama suddenly became popular on the Internet. The title of the video clip is: Faced with such beauty, who wouldn’t want to be a domineering female CEO?
The author has something to say: Li Zhao: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
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