Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"What's wrong with your old man?"

Lin Hanwen's face was gloomy, and the dark circles under his eyes were very obvious. He didn't sleep well last night. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw those coquettish and passionate women, who kept him dreaming all night.

He really wanted to stay last night and experience what it was like to have a man's pleasure, but his body was not up to it, so he had to go back to the hotel.

It’s all Xia Qingqing’s fault. She had medicine that could cure him, but she refused to help. He must kill this bitch in the future!

"The old man knew about Xia Xiaoyu's situation and came over to vent Xia Qingqing's anger!"

Xia Yunzhe hissed, his face burning with pain. He got out of bed to look in the mirror, took a few steps, and his legs went weak, and he almost fell.

"Is it really that weak?"

Lin Hanwen was a little envious. Looking at the situation, he thought that last night must have been a paradise.

"Those two women are awesome. Do you know how many times I did that last night?"

Xia Yunzhe looked smug and couldn't help but want to brag, and didn't notice Lin Hanwen's gloomy expression.

Lin Hanwen shook his head. He didn't want to know at all.

"Six times. Wang Kangfeng said I can go anytime. I'll go again tonight. This time I want to order three."

Xia Yunzhe had a nice idea. He was confident in his body and thought that three would be no problem.

"I'll go tonight too."

Lin Hanwen suddenly said.

"Your body..."

Xia Yunzhe blurted out that he didn't dare to take him with him. What if he had a seizure? How would he explain to the Lin family?

"I see you guys are doing nothing!"

Lin Hanwen smiled sinisterly. He couldn't eat it, but he could look at it.

Since he couldn’t eat pork, he went to watch pigs fight!

"Um... do you really want to see it?"

Xia Yunzhe looked embarrassed and felt something was wrong.

"no?"

Lin Hanwen's face darkened, and Xia Yunzhe quickly changed his tone: "Of course, if you can do it, so can I."

Damn it, just watch it, he is awesome anyway!

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Qiubai arrived at the Shanghai Military Region Airport. He jumped off the helicopter, went to the military region to hand over his work, and then drove home.

At the same time, Chen Yingjun also got off the plane.

He didn't buy yesterday's ticket, only today's. He and Shen Qiubai arrived in Shanghai at about the same time. The company's car was already waiting at the airport. Chen Yingjun got in the car and asked the driver to go directly to Ping'anli.

"Mr. Chen, are you feeling unwell?"

The driver looked in the rearview mirror several times and couldn't help asking.

Chen Yingjun's complexion was dark, with obvious dark circles under his eyes. He looked much more haggard than last month.

"I've been feeling sleepy lately, like I'm hibernating!"

Chen Yingjun frowned. After taking the medicine prescribed by Xia Qingqing, he felt better for a while, but recently the feeling of fatigue came back and the medicine didn't work.

And last night, he actually wet...the bed!

He didn't dare tell anyone about this, and he didn't even dare go to the hospital. He couldn't afford to lose face.

A 28-year-old man still wets the bed. The doctors will definitely laugh at him.

Chen Yingjun felt that it was because Shen Qiubai had mentioned bedwetting several times on the phone that he wet the bed, and that he dreamed about it at night because he thought about it during the day. That was why he wet the bed. It was all Shen Qiubai's fault.

"Old Xu, I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we get there!"

Chen Yingjun was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyelids open. He dozed off leaning against the back of the chair and started snoring within a few seconds.

The driver felt something was wrong. The boss used to hang out with women every day, but he wasn't so tired. Recently, the boss has been cultivating his mind and character, and hasn't fooled around with women for a long time. Why is he more tired instead?

Is the boss suffering from some fatal disease?

The driver's heart skipped a beat and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He hoped more than anyone else that Chen Yingjun would live a long life.

Chen Yingjun is generous, easy-going and has no bossy attitude. He drives for Mr. Chen, and with bonuses and salary, he makes about 200 yuan a month. Mr. Chen also often shares gifts given by clients with him.

Bacon, sausages, cigarettes, good wine, cloth, etc. are all good things. He and his wife couldn't bear to eat cigarettes, good wine, cloth, etc., so they sold them all. The money they earned every month was no less than their salary.

In the past, he worked as a driver in a state-owned unit, earning only a hundred yuan even if he worked himself to death. He also had to be on call at any time. If his leader called him in the middle of the night, he had to get up and work even in the cold winter. If he was late, he would be criticized by his leader.

Chen Yingjun seldom asks the driver to work at night. He is a very humane boss. He and his wife both hope that Mr. Chen will be in good health and live a long life. He also wants to drive for Mr. Chen until he retires.

"Mr. Chen, we're here!"

Old Xu called out to him several times, but Chen Yingjun didn't wake up, and his snoring became louder and louder.

"Mr. Chen, the customer said he doesn't want to sign the order!"

Helplessly, Old Xu used his killer move and yelled in Chen Yingjun's ear.

"Why the hell don't you sign it?"

Chen Yingjun opened his eyes immediately, and before he could react, he was already cursing.

"Mr. Chen, we're in Ping'anli!"

Chen Yingjun looked around before reacting. He glared at Lao Xu angrily. Damn it, even the driver dared to trick him!

Old Xu is not afraid at all. The boss is always all talk and no action. As long as the person does not betray the company, the boss is very tolerant.

"Wait here!"

Chen Yingjun wiped his face vigorously and forced himself to get out of the car. A gust of north wind blew over, chilling him to the bone.

"Mr. Chen, you're not wearing your scarf!"

Old Xu considerately took the scarf and wrapped it around Chen Yingjun's neck. It was cold and windy, so the neck must be protected from the cold and not catch a cold.

"Winter in the south is colder than in Beijing, and there's no heating!"

Chen Yingjun muttered and complained that one year, he spent the winter in Shanghai for the first time and almost froze to death. The cold was like needles that kept piercing his bones and freezing them.

Although it is cold in the north in winter, it is warm as spring inside the house and you can even wear short sleeves. In the south in winter, you have to wear a cotton-padded jacket inside the house. The longer you sit, the colder it gets. It is better to go outside and enjoy the north wind.

"Mr. Chen, why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup? I see that you don't look very well. Logically, at your age, you are full of vigor and vitality, so you are least afraid of the cold. When I was your age, I only wore two pieces of clothes in winter, and I didn't even need a cotton-padded jacket. I was steaming hot and didn't feel cold at all!"

The more Old Xu looked at him, the more he felt that there was something wrong with Chen Yingjun's health. He was already in his forties, but he was not that afraid of the cold.

"I'm in good health, I'm just not used to the southern weather!"

Chen Yingjun was not happy, but he was stronger than an ox and there was absolutely no problem.

"It's still steaming, do you think you're a hot pot?"

Chen Yingjun couldn't help but retort that he didn't believe Lao Xu's bragging. How could he be steaming in the winter wearing so little clothes? He must be bragging.

Old Xu touched his nose and was too lazy to argue with the boss. He asked his wife to stew an old hen for the boss to nourish him.

Chen Yingjun wrapped his coat and scarf tightly, put his hands in his sleeves, curled up his body, and walked into the alley like a little old man.

Sister Xu from the convenience store was cleaning the counter with a feather duster. She glanced at him, thought he was an old man, and stopped looking at him. She only liked to look at handsome young men.