spring duck

"It's time for two meals, why don't you come back, and don't answer the phone, the little duck really ran away with someone, right? You're so stupid, you won't be deceived, right?"

Qu Yao didn't know how many times he looked at his watch, and finally reached the limit of tolerance. He thought of the address of the restaurant that Jiang Lai had told him, and asked Xiao Zhang to drive to him.

Xiao Zhang put down the work at hand and set off immediately, but as soon as he left the company building, he saw Jiang Lai rushing in with a bunch of things in his arms.He hurriedly called out: "Jiang Lai Jiang Lai! You are back!"

Jiang Lai almost didn't stop the car and rammed into it. Tears welled up in his eyes when he saw Xiao Zhang, as if he saw a relative. His eyes looked like a tenant farmer oppressed by a bully landlord seeing a comrade from the Red Army.

Xiao Zhang was wondering what was going on, when he saw Jiang Lai stuff all the things into his hands: "Please help me give all these things to sir, I'm sick—" Jiang Lai retched, and covered his mouth in the middle of speaking He ran to the toilet with his mouth open.

Xiao Zhang was stunned for a moment, and watched Jiang Lai cover his mouth and ran to the bathroom on the first floor, accompanied by a strong smell of wine, he could even distinguish red, white, beer and champagne. He quickly took the elevator and ran to the president's office.

Jiang Lai didn't feel nauseous because he drank too much, the main reason was that he ran all the way to the toilet in a hurry, and the drink in his stomach bumped him up and down. No, I washed my face and rinsed my mouth in front of the sink—foreign wine is really bad.

"Jiang Lai?" Qu Yao looked at this thin figure and tried to call out.

Jiang Lai turned his back to Qu Yao, unable to speak with water in his mouth, he spat out the water with a "uh".

Qu Yao looked at Jiang Lai who was lying in front of the sink rinsing his mouth and thought he had vomited, so he strode over.He told Xiao Zhang to go out, and soon after, Xiao Zhang came back, bringing back several packing boxes and a bottle of wine, which is limited to only five bottles in the world.

Qu Yao didn't have time to ask Xiao Zhang why he didn't go to pick him up, but he heard him hurriedly putting things away and saying: "Mr. Qu, Jiang Lai asked me to give it to you. He seems to have drunk too much and is in the bathroom on the first floor. Vomit!"

"What?" Qu Yao stood up in a hurry, all she could think about was the innocent little duck in his family who was being underestimated and kept pouring wine, and gritted her teeth: "Go and prepare a cup of hot milk for me. Office!" The voice disappeared before it reached anyone.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Nausea and nausea? It's all right, just spit it out." Qu Yao patiently gave Jiang Lai his back.

Jiang Lai's nose was red from retching just now, his eyes were also wet, and there were water droplets on his eyelashes—the water droplets in the true faucet, but it looked like he had just been wronged and cried: "I Everyone said I didn’t want to drink it, but he still let me drink it.”

"Okay, okay, we won't drink anymore." Looking at the appearance of the little duck Lihua with rain, Qu Yao regretted agreeing to Jiang Lai before, regardless of whether Jiang Lai vomited just now, hugged him softly Soothing.

Jiang Lai sniffed, and said in a soft voice, "I'm suffocated to death, there's so much wine in my stomach, I almost peed my pants just now."

"..." Qu Yao silently pushed Jiang Lai away.

Then Jiang Lai followed the dark-faced Qu Yao back to the office silently, looking steady and not drunk at all.

Seeing the two of them coming back, Xiao Zhang hurriedly said, "Mr. Qu, the milk is ready, is Jiang Lai okay?"

"You go out first." Qu Yao said with a serious face.

Xiao Zhang shivered inexplicably: "Okay." I kept reflecting in my heart, the work plan was arranged, the meeting was notified, the documents were sent for signing, and the temperature of the coffee in the morning was just right. What else did I do wrong?Why does the boss look like he wants to kill me?

Qu Yao sat on the boss chair with a blank expression on his face, looking cold: "Tell me, how much did you drink?"

Jiang Lai stood in front of the table like a little quail that made a mistake, put his hands in front of his body and pinched his fingers, lowered his head and whispered, "I didn't drink much..."

"How much!" Qu Yao's voice increased in decibels.

Jiang Lai was startled: "Five, five bottles, but Xiao Gao always said that you have never drunk this wine, and after I drank the four of them, I brought back the last bottle for you." With flattering eyes.

"You know how to borrow flowers to present Buddha!" ​​Qu Yao found that she was getting more and more angry with Jiang Lai, but she insisted on saving her dignity, determined to teach this little duck a lesson: "It's useless to please me, isn't it?" Tell you not to drink with others casually outside? The other four people drank with you one by one? What if you can't drink them down?"

Jiang Lai waved his hand: "That's impossible. I have practiced drinking since I was a child to get my dad drunk. We all drink liquor."

"Are you quite proud?" Qu Yao frowned, I really don't know how the little duck's father made him start drinking at a young age.

Oh yes, a responsible father would not let his son do this business to pay off his debts.

Jiang Lai shook his head quickly: "Not proud, not proud."

Seeing that it was a false alarm, Qu Yao let go: "Forget it, let's not take this as an example. I see that you packed so much. You drink on an empty stomach, right? Have something to eat?"

"No, no, I'm still full of drinks. I think I'll have to go to the bathroom several times soon." Jiang Lai saw that Qu Yao wasn't angry anymore, so he sat down quickly and rubbed his stomach on the backrest.

Qu Yao was distressed and angry: "You deserve it!"

However, Jiang Lai belongs to the type who is not necessarily good-looking if he gets cheap: "Sir, tell me, according to the development of the plot of the spy movie, should I be with Mr. Gao now, lying next to him, and crying when he gets up, 'You forced me to do it yesterday? If you kill him, he will be yours from now on', and then break into the enemy's interior, dedicate his life to fight for the revolution, ah, no, it is the victory of the bidding!" Jiang said with enthusiasm, as if he was already a member of a spy war department. It's the same as the main character who bears the burden of humiliation in the drama.

Qu Yao glared at him: "How dare you! Drink the milk and sober up."

In Jiang Lai's eyes, the milk at this time was not milk, but a glass of liquid. Jiang Lai complained, "Sir, I'm really not drunk, can I stop drinking milk?" The child is really not blessed - Jiang Lai is really not used to the taste of milk.

Qu Yao said with a sullen face, "Drink." This little duck, if you don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who your old Gong is!

At noon of the next day, Mr. Gao finally woke up rubbing his head. He carefully recalled what happened yesterday, as if he and Jiang came to eat, in order to let him follow him and wanted to get him drunk, and then, then nothing remembered.

Mr. Gao had a splitting headache, but he finally regained consciousness. He habitually picked up his mobile phone. In addition to all kinds of messages and emails from the company, he also wanted a WeChat message: "Mr. Gao, I called a valet driver for you yesterday. Please tell me I'm 56, and here's the payment record." Attached is a photo.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!How could there be such a strange thing!