dhibooks Chapter 13 Chapter 13
Chapter 13 Chapter 13
Song Haicha drank a lot of wine and stood at the door blowing to refresh himself.
Wan Hansong saw Song Haicha as soon as he got out of the car, and he ran over: "Boss, are you drunk?"
"Maybe," Song Haicha rubbed his temple with one hand, and took out the key with the other hand, "I'm a little dizzy, go and drive the car over here."
Wan Hansong took the key and hurried to drive.
Song Haicha seems to be in a bad mood, but he should not be drunk yet, but he probably will have a headache when he wakes up tomorrow morning.
They were crossing a bridge, soothing light music was playing in the car, the windows were open, and the cold wind kept pouring in, making them shiver with cold.
However, Song Haicha felt that the wind was blowing him very comfortably. The lights outside the window were reflected on the river, and they were crushed by waves of ripples, emitting countless small pieces of light in the darkness. These lights became more and more blurred in his eyes, and finally He closed his eyes.
After parking the car, Wan Hansong looked at Song Haicha's sleeping face, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously checked if he had a nosebleed.
Ah, I really want to do something.
Wan Hansong finally just took a photo, hesitating for a while and waking up Song Haicha.
Song Haicha opened his eyes and slowly focused them, finally seeing Wan Hansong's face clearly.
His nerves were paralyzed by alcohol, and he always wanted to do things that he would not dare to do or would not do.
In the end, his will was suppressed.
Wan Hansong helped Song Haicha into the elevator, Song Haicha leaned on the elevator and said, "What were you doing before you went?"
Wan Hansong felt that the boss's voice was a bit wrong, so he didn't think too much about it: "I'm fighting Lao Wei and the others for landlords, they always play tricks."
"Oh." Song Haicha replied a little unhappily: Why do I work hard to support my family outside, but you play together carelessly!
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was unfair, Song Haicha childishly decided not to talk to them, angrily pulled his arm out of Wan Hansong's hand, and stood aside.
Unfortunately, the nervous Wan Hansong thought that Song Haicha didn't speak because he was tired and pulled his hand out because he didn't want others to touch him.
Song Haicha glanced at Wan Hansong quietly, and found that the man was only staring at the elevator's ascending floor, not at him at all!
After sending Song Haicha to the door, Wan Hansong was about to leave, when Song Haicha grabbed his clothes and said, "You, go get a deck of cards."
Only then did Wan Hansong realize that something was wrong with Song Haicha, he said cautiously: "Boss? Are you sure you're not drunk?"
"No!" Song Haicha said swearingly, "Go and get a deck of cards!"
At this time, Wan Hansong was sure that Song Haicha was really drunk, and his experience told him not to mess with drunk people, so he planned to listen to Song Haicha's words and go get a deck of cards, and then try to coax Song Haicha to sleep.
Song Haicha took out his mobile phone: "You are limited to arrive within one minute, hurry up, or your salary will be deducted!"
Wan Hansong was stunned. The boss, who had never acted prestige in front of his employees, actually wanted to deduct his salary in this way!
Song Haicha shook the screen in front of Wan Hansong: "Hurry up, ten seconds have passed." After speaking, he smirked.
Wan Hansong was laughed so hard that he took two steps back, and hurried to Lao Wei's room.
After Lao Wei opened the door, Wan Hansong grabbed Lao Wei's collar and shook it vigorously: "Where are the playing cards? Give me the playing cards!"
The old Wei was shaken to the point of confusion: "Stop! Stop! Xiao Wan, why are you so excited? Has the boss picked it up?"
Hearing the word "boss", Wan Hansong forced himself to calm down, the smile just now was too lethal!
"It's back, give me the poker, I'll be useful, hurry up!"
Old Wei went into the room and packed the poker for Wan Hansong: "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed! Don't think that you can stay up all night just because you're young. From now on... why did you run away!"
Wan Han had already passed the time, Song Haicha sat on the bed and looked at him: "It's really slow! Forget it, I'm more generous, I won't deduct your salary, come here."
"Huh?" Wan Hansong leaned against the wall, unwilling to move for a long time.
Song Haicha waited for a while without moving, and went directly to drag Wan Hansong to the bed.
Wan Hansong's heart was about to jump out, so the boss was interested in him?no!unacceptable!No matter what, we have to talk about it first to see if it is suitable. Who can bear it if it is so exciting at the beginning!
Just as Wan Hansong closed his eyes and pondered whether this was an unspoken rule, Song Haicha spoke over his head: "Come, Fight the Landlord."
"Ah?" Wan Hansong opened his eyes and saw that Song Haicha was already preparing to shuffle the cards.
...It turned out to be self-indulgent...
Wan Hansong sat up: "Boss, there are only two of us, how can we fight?"
Song Haicha began to deal the cards: "Pretend he doesn't exist!"
Wan Hansong picked up the cards, good guy!The first two are double kings!
After Song Haicha dealt the cards, he also picked up the cards. This time it was his landlord. He looked at his cards and frowned, then looked at Wan Hansong, and found that he seemed very happy.
Drunken Song Haicha has such a characteristic: when others are happy, he is not happy.
He asked Wan Hansong: "What cards do you have in your hand?"
Wan Hansong held the cards in his hand tightly: "Boss, where is there a saying about asking someone else's cards? This is a foul."
Seeing that Wan Hansong didn't intend to tell him, Song Haicha started by himself and pulled Wan Hansong's hand towards him.
Wan Hansong struggled in vain, how could he be Song Haicha's opponent?
In the end, Song Haicha contentedly snatched Wan Hansong's double kings and threw him a 3 and a 4.
"..." Wan Hansong was dumbfounded, he didn't expect the drunk boss to be such a rascal.
Unsurprisingly, Wan Hansong lost, and Song Haicha stretched out his hand.
Wan Hansong: "Huh?"
"You lose, give me money."
This, this, this... is simply insane and unbearable!
Wan Hansong tried to express his dissatisfaction by not moving, but Song Haicha could not detect Wan Hansong's intention.Seeing that Wan Hansong did not respond, he directly resorted to violent law enforcement.
"Stop! Stop!" Wan Hansong shouted in despair, Song Haicha touched his pants!pocket!
What should I do if I react when I touch something that shouldn't be touched? !
Song Haicha took out everything in Wan Han's slack trousers pocket, and he accurately threw the keys and other things aside, and began to count the money.
"Why are you so poor? It's just this little money." Song Haicha said dissatisfied.
Wan Hansong wants to say that although you are indeed rich, boss, I am still not poor...
"Forget it, this plate counts as much as you have." Song Haicha put the money into the bag.
Wan Hansong watched helplessly as he "lost" his more than 300 yuan.
The second time, Song Haicha repeated his old trick, and then stretched out his hand and said to Wan Hansong, "You lost again, give me the money."
Wan Hansong wanted to cry but had no tears: "Boss, I'm out of money."
Song Haicha opened the receipt and payment page: "WeChat and Alipay are all acceptable, give me the money quickly."
"No! No money anywhere!"
Therefore, drunks are incapable of thinking. Song Haicha believed Wan Hansong's words, and then opened the note: Wan Hansong and Song Haicha are now fighting the landlord, owe... owe...
Song Haicha asked, "How much do you owe me?"
Wan Hansong replied with tears in his eyes, "Boss, I'm not short of your money..."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Song Haicha took out the money from his pocket again, "Last time you lost more than 300 to me, this time it will be [-]!"
Another three hundred!Wan Hansong was so heartbroken, how did the boss settle the score!
The Landlord Fight was still going on, and Song Haicha didn't bother to grab the cards afterwards, so he just took away the cards he wanted, and gave Wan Hansong the rest.
They fought until one o'clock in the morning, and finally Wan Hansong couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed.
Song Haicha looked at the four twos in his hand, shook his head and said, "I can't stand the excitement, why don't I just lose some money?"
After speaking, he also fell down and fell asleep, and snatched all the quilts.
The next morning, Song Haicha woke up first, his headache prevented him from quickly judging the current situation.
He gradually recalled what happened last night, and then his face turned green little by little.
The bed was messy, with playing cards everywhere, some crumpled money, and... Wan Hansong lying on the other side.
Song Haicha touched the phone, and when he opened it, he saw "Today Wan Hansong and Song Haicha are fighting the landlord, owed 3300".
shame.
Song Haicha got up, tidied himself up and opened the window to exchange the air.
Wan Hansong flinched on the bed, Song Haicha walked over and found that he was frowning tightly, making himself smaller and smaller.
At first, he thought Wan Hansong was having a nightmare, but later he thought, what a nightmare, it was because of being frozen!
People didn't cover the quilt all night, so it's no wonder it wasn't cold!
Song Haicha tidied things lightly, and then covered Wan Hansong with the quilt. The playing cards and money were arranged by the pillow, and Wan Hansong could see them as soon as he opened his eyes.
To avoid embarrassment, Song Haicha finished packing and went out.
On the last day of the exchange meeting, Songhai Tea Industry maintained its popularity from yesterday, and was still the most popular stall in the entire venue. Many people I met last night came to Songhai Tea to get tea.
During the break, Lao Wei asked Song Haicha, "Where's Xiaowan? Why didn't he come today? He ran away last night with a poker. I told him to go to bed early, but I don't know if he listened."
Hearing the word poker, Song Haicha's face sank a bit, and he replied: "He is sick today, so he asked me for leave."
Lao Wei continued what he didn't finish last night: "Why are you sick? Young people just shouldn't be too confident in their bodies. They still have resistance now. What should we do when we get old?"
In the hotel, Wan Hansong woke up, his condition was not much better than Song Haicha's, his throat was burning with pain, as if a hole would be torn open when he made a sound; his dizziness was unbearable, and he felt dizzy when he closed his eyes.
It was what he had looked forward to getting up in his boss' bed.
Although in a different way.
He got up, took his things with him, and slipped back to his room.
After a night of freezing, he looked very haggard. Wan Hansong washed his face with cold water and felt more refreshed.
He guessed that the boss had given him a good reason not to go to the venue, turned on the phone, and the boss sent him a red envelope, note: nothing happened.
...What is this feeling that something really happened!
After Song Haicha saw "the other party accepts your red envelope", his hanging heart finally fell to the ground, and he could finally turn this matter over!
Wan Hansong called, and he pressed the answer button: "Hello, what's the matter?"
"Boss, do I come back after dinner?"
"Our place ends at five o'clock. You came to help collect things at that time, and then you remembered to check out the room. What's the matter with your voice?"
This was Song Haicha's habitual concern, but Wan Hansong didn't say anything for a long time. Didn't he say that nothing happened?
Song Haicha realized the embarrassment, and quickly said "That's it, goodbye." Then hung up the phone.
The author has something to say:
It's the first time to drive, and it's the first time to drive a fake car hahahahaha