The domineering president goes on a blind date

"Mr. Si, this is a document that needs your signature." The secretary put the document on the desk, and Si Boming did not turn around.

These documents are very important and need to be sent away immediately, the secretary reminded again.

Si Boming walked over, turned to the last page, wrote his name, then picked up his suit jacket and left the office.

It's really depressing inside this square box.

Si Bo Ming wandered aimlessly on the street and unknowingly arrived at the door of the bar.

He sighed, never drinking during the day, but he walked into the bar.

"Boss Si, you're here really early. The private room is ready. Please come in."

The three of them often come to this bar, and everyone here knows him. Si Boming came to the private room under the guidance of the waiter.

"Boss Si, is this the same old rule today?"

Si Boming didn't say anything, and the waiter went out tactfully.

He leaned back on the sofa. The light in the private room was dim and he couldn't see the ceiling clearly.

The waiter brought the drinks and left.

Si Boming opened the cork, picked up the glass beside him, and drank directly from the bottle without pouring the wine into it.

Si Bo Ming envied his parents' love and always wanted to meet a woman like his mother. He didn't know when, maybe when they first met, or maybe when he saw Jiang Nan's confession, Tong Nuanchen had left a mark in his heart.

Tong Nuanchen's face lingered in his mind. He could only use alcohol to wash her away. However, the more he drank, the clearer her image became, as if she was the only one left in the world.

After drinking five bottles of wine, Si Boming was no longer sober and couldn't even hold the bottle.

Ding-ling-ling, the cell phone rings.

Si Boming found the button in a daze.

"Where the hell have you been? Why haven't you come to the company so early in the morning?" Si's father's angry voice came from the phone. The company had documents to sign, but Si Boming could not be found, so the secretary called Si's father.

"You are so great that you have a wife! Her voice is so loud. I am drinking outside and will never come home again. I don't want Sishi anymore."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Where are you? I'll send someone to pick you up."

"Send someone? As expected, he is a big CEO, a rich man, he doesn't even have to do things himself."

"Where are you?" Father Si suppressed his anger, and in his heart he had already beaten Si Boming black and blue.

"I won't tell you. I won't let you pick me up."

Si Boming hung up the phone, the bottle of wine in his hand fell to the ground, and he lay on the sofa in a daze.

The waiter came in stealthily and Si Boming seemed to have fallen asleep.

The rich kid came to get drunk so early in the morning, he must be in a bad mood. The bar was worried that something might happen, so they asked people to come in every few minutes to check on him.

"Mr. Si, Mr. Si." The waiter called a few times, but Si Boming did not respond. "Mr. Si, I'll call your family and ask them to pick you up."

The waiter took Si Boming's phone and opened the address book.

Unexpectedly, Si Boming snatched the phone away and grabbed the waiter by the collar.

"Don't call randomly, call someone who can come." Si Boming clicked on the contact number of a person named Milk Tea, handed it to the waiter, and fell back on the sofa.

The waiter had no choice but to call the milk tea shop as Si Boming said.

Tong Nuanchen was on night shift last night. He had just finished washing up and was about to go to bed when the phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, she hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the phone.

"Mr. Si."

"Hello, are you... Milk Tea?"

Milk tea? Is this Si Boming’s nickname?

The corners of Tong Nuanchen's mouth twitched.

"I am, who are you?"

"Mr. Si is drunk, can you come and pick him up?"

Drinking so early in the morning?

"Sure. I'll be there right away."