Feihu Renxin [Flying Tigers + on call 36 hours]

Song Wei was so sleepy that she didn't realize it at all. Even if there were a thousand Ding Huihui dancing around her, she would only feel that sparrows were flying, so she hummed casually and mechanically repeated the action of wiping the cup.

"Okay, there's not much left, I'll clean it, you go to the side to rest, and I'll send you back when I'm done." Zhuo Yuan took the glass in Song Wei's hand with a smile, and she wiped a wine glass repeatedly After four or five minutes, he couldn't bear to let go, and he was even more reluctant to let Song Wei get involved.

Song Wei obediently sat on the sofa in the corner, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.Zhuo Yuan smiled dotingly and accelerated the speed of his hands.

Ding Huihui looked at Zhuo Yuan and Song Wei, feeling sour in her heart, deliberately twisted her waist and slowly sent the wine to table No. 8, bent over and said sweetly: "Sir, your wine." The close-fitting short skirt outlined the With a beautiful body curve, the man at table 8 stared straight at him, unable to look away.

This is the normal man's reaction.Ding Huihui glanced at Zhuo Yuan protestingly, but he didn't look at this side at all, and focused on cleaning the cup.Hmph, Ah Yuan is not a normal man at all!Ding Huihui was so angry that she almost gritted her teeth.

Sister Baolian's painstaking arrangement, I don't know if Zhan Sir has understood it yet, but the reputation of PC bar's beautiful stewardess reception has spread like this, and the number of customers in PC bar has increased greatly in a short time.Sister Baolian worried about Ding Huihui's safety and advised her not to come again, but Ding Huihui refused.

It can be seen that she is like a fish in water among the customers, and she has not been taken advantage of. On the contrary, the turnover of the PC bar has skyrocketed. Besides, she does not come here often, only occasionally to have fun.It doesn't matter, right?Sister Baolian, who has a petty bourgeois mentality, simply opened her eyes and closed her eyes, happy to count the banknotes every night.

"Sister Ying." Song Wei went to the ICU to look for A Ying with a lunch box. Since her mother was hospitalized, Song Wei had another task, which was to take care of A Ying. She even became friends with A Ying.Ah Ying refused to let Song Wei call her sister-in-law, and called her sister directly. "The soup for lunch today is fish maw and snail soup. I made it with the method you taught me last time. Try it quickly."

The method is A Ying's method, but it is not Song Wei who cooks, but Zhuo Yuan, so the taste must be good.

Sure enough, Ah Ying gave a thumbs up and praised Song Wei for his skill.Song Wei is also not humble, and accepts it with peace of mind. Anyway, he will relay the words to Zhuo Yuan intact after going back. Have you ever blushed when you see the megaphone?of course not.

Satisfied to see that Ah Ying drank a full bowl of soup and ate half a bowl of rice, Song Weicai put away the lunch box.When Mom was first admitted to the hospital, Ah Ying was so anxious that she couldn't even drink a sip of soup, and she lost weight. Now she can finally eat a lot, and her face has a little complexion.

Song Wei packed the lunch box, got up and took it out of the door, signaling to Han Tao who was waiting outside the door that he could go in, and stood guard outside the door.

It didn't take long to hear a fierce quarrel coming from inside, Song Wei hurriedly opened the door and went in.

"What do you mean? Pity me? Do you think you can make it up with money? It's useless for you to do anything now. Ah Hui made this happen because of you! The baby in my belly, I don't know if there is a chance to let his daddy Hold it with your own hands, I don't want to hear you say it anymore, you go!"

Without waiting for Han Tao to explain, Ah Ying excitedly pushed Han Tao out of the door, covered her face and cried bitterly.

Song Wei wanted to help Han Tao explain: "Sister Ying, Mr. Zhan..."

"You go out too!" Ah Ying directly drove Song Wei out.

"Sir Zhan..." Song Wei looked at Sir Zhan apologetically, thinking that Ah Ying had recovered now, but he still didn't forgive Sir Sir Zhan.

Han Tao didn't mean to blame Song Wei, but smiled wryly while holding the check in his hand.

"this is?"

"Cheque, Ah Ying has stopped the decoration of the house. I want to do my best, but you have also seen it." Ah Ying refused without hesitation.

Ah Ying refuses to take Han Tao's money, so Han Tao and his brothers decide to work as a decoration worker by themselves, helping his mother to decorate the new house, so that he can live in the new house as soon as he wakes up and is discharged from the hospital.

Song Wei was unwilling to join in such a lively event, with thin arms and legs, Zhuo Yuan refused to let her do heavy work, so she followed Zhan Sir with a camera like a tail, Zhuo Yuan was so angry that he complained Several times: "Weiwei, I am your boyfriend, how can you only photograph other men."

"OK, OK, shoot you, shoot you." Song Wei stretched out his hand and patted Zhuo Yuan's back twice, with the camera and eyes locked on Han Tao.

"Oh!" Song Wei finally turned his head and looked at Zhuo Yuan with disgust. For the convenience of work, Zhuo Yuan specially changed into a small vest. Just now, Song Wei took pictures of the place where his alder fruit was exposed, and Song Wei was wet and stuck to it. The sweat in the only hand: "It's disgusting."

Zhuo Yuan's injured expression made everyone burst into laughter, and Han Tao also turned his head and smiled at Song Wei.

Looking through the lens, Han Tao's firm eyes showed a trace of fatigue and powerlessness, Song Wei suddenly felt his nose sore, and was about to sigh, when Junxuan and Xueli diverted his attention.

"It's all about purple." Junxuan put the purple paint bucket on the ground and looked at Xueli.

"Girls like pink." Xueli stared back without showing any weakness.

"You're not a girl, how do you know they like pink!"

"You're not me, how do you know I don't know they like pink!"

"Purple!"

"pink!"

"Purple!"

"pink!"

"Purple!" Song Wei suddenly turned off the camera, interjected, and explained to Xueli solemnly, "Do you think every girl would like this kind of greasy pink? Do you know what pink means? Naive Childish! Fragile! Immature! Princess sickness! Love to dream! Poor psychological endurance! Do you know what purple represents? Queen! Royal sister! Mysterious! Or Her Lady Queen?"

"Mother's daughter is a little loli..." Stared at by Song Weiyi, Xueli immediately changed his words and decided loudly, "Purple! Your Lady Queen!"

"Well done!" Song Wei proudly turned on the camera and ordered, "Action!"

Xueli had no choice but to paint purple paint on the walls of the children's room.

The house of nearly [-] square meters cannot be finished in one day, and the Flying Tigers can only come to help when they have time, especially Han Tao, who almost uses the house built by his mother as his new base. In just a few days, the dark circles under the eyelids became heavier and heavier.

The author has something to say: Junxuan can only increase the role of the scene by adding lines through group chats?I'm so sorry...