Boss, stay!

He carried Deng Jin and walked two steps. The girl woke up a little. She probably recognized the "HOLDON" sign and thought of Lao Zhang who had a suite with her. Immediately, her heels were on the ground and she couldn't hold on. Moved, she squatted on the ground shamelessly: "I won't go in, I won't go!"

Ji Kangcheng finally heard her whisper: "I don't want to see him!" After the alcohol passed for a while, her big tongue got better.

The two of them tugged for a while, and finally Ji Kangcheng dragged her into the door like a sack. Sister Cai was on duty at the front desk today. She felt light and was awakened by the movement, so she came out with her clothes on to watch.

It happened that there was someone to help, so Ji Kangcheng drank some wine at the bar with Deng Jin's tragic story. After such a tossing all the way, he was really tired, so he grabbed Sister Cai and the life-saving driftwood: "Sister Cai, here Let her open a new room."

Sister Cai was a little puzzled: "What happened to the previous house? Mr. Zhang paid the rent before he left, so she doesn't want to live anymore?"

"Zhang Dezheng is gone?" Changing Ji Kangcheng was puzzled this time, what does this mean?

Sister Cai sighed: "Xiao Deng and Mr. Zhang are having trouble?" She didn't know the seriousness of the matter, and thought it was a quarrel between a wealthy young couple who would be self-willed: "Mr. Zhang is good at self-cultivation. Although he looked worried, he didn't say anything after all."

It's inconvenient to disclose the guests' affairs blindly, Ji Kangcheng consciously made a gossip insulator, and asked Sister Cai in a pretentious manner: "Did Zhang Dezheng not say anything about it?"

Sister Cai was quite surprised: "Didn't Xiao Deng tell you?" Generally, when couples quarrel, they will complain when they go out to play wild.

Ji Kangcheng: "Her mouth is as tight as a clam shell, she didn't say a word, she was just drunk!"

Sister Cai was quite impressed. She thought about the time: "Mr. Zhang went downstairs at around ten o'clock and eleven o'clock. He asked me about Xiao Deng's whereabouts and said he couldn't get through to Xiao Deng's phone number. I said Xiao Deng Deng went bungee jumping with you, he just said "Oh" and didn't say anything, just sat in the lobby, apparently waiting for Xiao Deng, and while waiting, he was on the phone, didn't eat lunch..."

"At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Xiao Deng's phone couldn't be reached, so he went upstairs, and came down again after a while, carrying the suitcase, saying that he had something to go back two days in advance, and they originally booked a room for five days , he continued to pay for another half a month, saying that Xiao Deng wanted to live... Oh, he even left a letter for Xiao Deng!"

Sister Cai went back to search in the drawer, and said with the old feelings unique to middle-aged women: "In this year, there are still people who are willing to write letters, which is rare! I see that the letters on the envelope are really beautiful! Little Deng is also childish...here, this is it!"

When Deng Jin was outside the door, he was still making noise. Hearing that Zhang Dezheng had left here, he was as quiet as a fish sinking in the bottom of the water, not even making a sound of bubbling. Ji Kangcheng took the letter, thinking that this person would Drunk to the point of a dead dog, probably fell asleep again, no matter what, I won't be able to read this letter until tomorrow.

When he looked back subconsciously, the drunk Deng Jin was leaning against him, his eyes were downcast, but he was definitely not asleep.

Ji Kangcheng: "...Uh, then I'll take you back to your room first!"

Deng Jin took the letter from his hand, stuffed it in from the collar of her jacket, and hid it in her chest. She reached out and patted her heart, and fell down on the sofa in the hall: "I can't walk anymore, I'm sleeping sofa!"

If the smell of alcohol is not cleaned up, the whole hall will be able to smell the fermented smell from Ms. Deng Jin tomorrow, but Boss Ji is a seven-foot man after all. Give the girl a bath!

Sister Cai is a middle-aged woman with back pain, this...

In the end, it was Sister Cai who gave her life bravely: "I took a towel for her and snorted a couple of times, it smells like wine!"

Boss Ji is very grateful. He feels that he is no longer an eighteen-year-old boy. He has reached the age of staying up late and sleeping for half a week. There is someone in the staff lounge today. After washing, I went to bed.

He was supposed to sleep all night exhausted, but it was probably because after his usual sleep time, Boss Ji baked [-] sesame seed cakes with his arms on the shoulder-width folding bed in the office before he fell asleep in a daze .

This sleep was extremely restless, and the dream was as lingering as the plums and yellow rain in the south, and the people in the dream were like actors in a family drama at eight o'clock in the evening, with vivid expressions.

In the dream, he was standing on the sofa and biting Wahaha's straw, staring at the extra beautiful aunt in the family with two big eyes. catches the eye.

But this aunt would take out a tissue on the table to wipe her eyes from time to time. He watched curiously as the aunt carefully dabbed the teardrops under her eyes with the tissue.

But apart from the occasional sob, he was the only one in the room sucking Wahaha's purring.

The sobbing sound belonged to that beautiful aunt, Ling Qiu swore silently like a piece of iron.

It seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and the summer sky was dark, and they were still in a silent stalemate in the darkness. He seemed to have fallen asleep after bouncing around on the sofa for a while.

What woke him up was the light in the room. When he rubbed his eyes and sat up, he saw the beautiful aunt running towards his father's arms immediately. into his father's arms.

He yelled threateningly, Ling Qiu swore hissed in his ear, and said, "Don't yell, be good."

His father still refused at first, and didn't let the beautiful aunt fall into his arms, but the aunt was delicate, and finally leaned on his father's shoulder.

He leaned against his mother's arms for some unknown reason, looking at this and that, feeling the strange atmosphere.

After all these years, he still remembers the look on his father's face the moment he saw the situation in the house.

But after so many years, his language level has changed from "Goose Goose, Song Xiangxiang Tiange" to memorizing "To the Oak Tree", but he still can't find the words to describe his father's expression.

He has lived for more than 20 years after this, and he has long understood the turbulent emotions under the peaceful confrontation at that time, but he still doesn't understand how Ling Qiu swore to be so calm.

Ling Qiu vowed to look at the two people standing at the door with ambiguous postures, and said to Ji Kangcheng's father: "She said she was pregnant with your child, but she really didn't want to destroy our marriage, so she begged me to accompany her to have an abortion and take it away. She will leave you with the baby."

It's just a simple declarative sentence.

But his father became furious after hearing it for some reason, he doesn't quite remember what he yelled, he just remembered that the beautiful aunt shrugged her shoulders when his father yelled at her, but Ling Qiu swore that he couldn't even hold his hand with strength. No change, when her father broke out, she said in her usual calm tone: "I thought she was a liar who extorted money, but now it seems that this is the truth, Ji Shan, I filed for divorce, Kang Cheng will be mine, and I will allow you to visit her." , I don’t want anything else!”

This was also a simple declarative sentence, but his father rushed over as if he was tortured to the point of confusion and dying, trying to snatch him from Ling Qiu's hands, and he burst into tears in fright.

After such a long time, the sadness in the dream is still as real as it was then. Ji Kangcheng woke up from crying and nearly fell to the ground when he turned over. Only then did he realize that he was not sleeping on the bed tonight. Said it was similar to the rope that Xiaolongnu slept on, but he didn't have martial arts and couldn't flip around.

He lay down flat and upright, felt cold and itchy on his cheeks, reached out his hand to touch it, and it turned out that his hand was wet and cold.