The wicked have their own evil

"Brother Chi."

Zhang Chi didn't even raise his eyes, he was concentrating on playing the game on his phone.

The business in the store was very quiet early in the morning, so Zhu Yuanyuan sat down and watched Zhang Chi play games.Not long after, she said contemptuously, "How long have you been playing before you reached the fifth level?"

Zhang Chi: "Get lost."

Zhu Yuanyuan said excitedly: "I'll help you clear the level, let me play for a while."

Zhang Chi: "Do I need you, I play by myself."

"You are so bad at playing games, can you go up?"

"I'm fucking Zhu Yuanyuan, are you looking for a call?" His eyes widened, Zhu Yuanyuan almost snatched his phone.

He felt sorry for half of the game he had played, and chased Zhu Yuanyuan fiercely to get the phone back, rubbing his fists and said: "I'm itchy, I'll loosen your bones, come here."

Zhu Yuanyuan knew how to be cowardly this time, so she hurriedly asked the boss for help.

Zhang Chi snatched back his phone and continued to play the small game happily.After a while, he heard the sound of steady footsteps.

"Boss."

Zhang Chi looked up and saw Zhou Xiaolin.

He put his phone on the table and asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Xiaolin shook his head and said, "Going out for a drink?"

Zhang Chi raised his eyebrows and replied, "Okay." Then, he called Zhu Yuanyuan over, "Tell your boss, brother has to go out beforehand."

"The boss is in the kitchen, why didn't you tell him?"

Zhang Chi: "..."

Hey, this little girl is really getting better at talking back.

Zhou Xiaolin directly took him to the nightclub where Shen Hua often came, and it happened to be afternoon, so there weren't many people there.

He ordered a few bottles of expensive red wine and handed one to Zhang Chi.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Chi asked.

"It's okay." Zhou Xiaolin paused and said in a low voice, "Boss, I just miss you."

Zhang Chi laughed, "Just give me a call if you miss me." He poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Zhou Xiaolin.

"Is everything okay in the gang?"

Zhou Xiaolin replied, "Very good."

"The other brothers didn't come?"

Zhou Xiaolin shook his head, "I didn't tell them, I was the only one."

Zhang Chi pursed his lips, but didn't speak, he swung his red wine glass but didn't drink it.

Zhou Xiaolin hurriedly said: "They miss you very much, really." He hesitated for a while, then suddenly asked: "Boss, how are you and sister-in-law doing now?"

Zhang Chi paused, suddenly becoming vigilant.He asked: "I am very good with him, why do you ask such a question?"

"No, it's fine."

He suddenly felt a little irritable. He half-lyed on the sofa and kicked Zhou Xiaolin lightly, "...what's the matter, one or two are so concerned about my family affairs?"

Zhou Xiaolin was relatively blunt, and Zhang Chi didn't know what he wanted to say after he babbled for a long time.

He drank one glass and poured another glass, drank a few glasses of red wine like plain water, and his face began to turn red.

He stared at the empty goblet and couldn't help hiccupping.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhang Chi, and asked, "Boss, do you still remember two years ago?"

Although Zhang Chi didn't understand his question, he thought about it carefully and glanced at him, "That time your face was swollen from crying?"

If it was Zhou Xiaolin on weekdays, he would have scratched his head in embarrassment, but now he was silent for a while, pulling his lips slightly, "Yes, that time when my mother got bone cancer."

He lowered his eyes slightly, as if chatting like usual, as if recalling: "I remember that day, I was helpless with the medical expenses, but you paid me a large sum of money to cure my mother's illness."

The more he said lightly, the more painful his experience became.

What kind of life Zhou Xiaolin lived in those years, Zhang Chi can be said to be very clear.

"Boss, if I didn't have that money, I might not have any relatives."

"I feel scared when I think about it now. I think, what should I do if I lose my only relative, then I will be alone in the world."

Zhang Chi took away his wine glass and said, "You are drunk, stop drinking."

"Boss, I feel so useless, timid and terrible, as if I can't do anything well." He said, his voice trembling.

Zhang Chi couldn't take it anymore, and kicked him, "Didn't you come to drink, and let me listen to your complaints here?"

Zhou Xiaolin pursed his lips slightly, and looked at Zhang Chi with drunken eyes. He wanted to stand up, but he stood a little staggered, and had to support the wall with one hand.

He asked in a low voice: "Boss, if one day I do something wrong, what will you do?"

Zhang Chi: "What should I do?"

"Will you hit me?" Zhou Xiaolin hiccupped and pointed at himself.

Zhang Chi: "Why, I'm not here, what trouble did you cause?"

Zhou Xiaolin shook his head violently, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could, he slammed back onto the sofa.

Zhang Chi: "..." Fuck, why are you so drunk.

He bent down and patted his shoulder lightly, "Get up."

Zhou Xiaolin couldn't get up, he closed his eyes and murmured: "I want to sleep."

He cursed secretly a few times, then called Ah Chen angrily, and told him to take Zhou Xiaolin back.

Zhang Chi sat back on the sofa, spread his legs lazily, took out a cigarette before going home, and forcibly snatched it back from Zhou Xiaolin.

Suddenly, he sent little Zhou Yanyang to call him.

He took a puff of the cigarette, and as soon as he picked it up, he heard the voice of gnashing his teeth, "What are you introducing me to a kid for?"

Zhang Chi was happy, "Why? Not happy?"

He was quiet for a while, and spit out a word, "Get lost."

Zhang Chi squinted and said, "I'm helping you."

Zhou Yanyang asked, "What did you help me?"

Zhang Chi lowered his head on the sofa, and said lazily, "Don't you want to investigate about Young Master Chen?"

Zhou Yanyang was silent for a few seconds, then said with a sneer, "Can he check?"

Zhang Chi: "I don't know whether he can find out, but his family background can help you, and it will do you no harm." He shrugged, "There is nothing wrong with him, just calm down." It can also be pleasing to the eye, but if it's noisy, just bear with it."

***

Zhou Yanyang felt the veins on his face slowly popping out.

He said slowly, "Zhang Chi, how bad is your temper?"

"Then you haven't known me for so long."

Zhou Yanyang sighed lightly.

Zhang Chi returned to the main story, "I asked you to check it for me a week ago, did you find it?"

Zhou Yanyang replied flatly: "Just wait."

Boss Zhang: "..."

He was still chatting with Zhou Yanyang, another number came in on the phone, he picked it up and saw that it was Zitong.

"I won't talk to you for now, my wife is here to investigate."

Zhou Yanyang: "..."

When he answered the phone, he heard a cool and comfortable voice, "Where are you?"

"...the bar." Boss Zhang answered truthfully.

"Did you drink?"

Zhang Chi touched his nose, "I didn't drink."

Zitong seemed a little bit unconvinced.

Zhang Chi said with a low voice, teasingly: "When I go back, you can smell whatever you want."

"..." Zitong was successfully molested again, "Come back to me right now."

Seeing that the phone was hung up, Zhang Chi let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his face over, looked up at the ceiling, and took his last puff of cigarette.

Zitong has a strong desire to control him now, he can feel it, and he is still a little happy in his heart. After his mother passed away, he has never been controlled.When he thought of someone at home waiting for him to go back, the warm feeling scattered around his heart and rushed to his throat. Suddenly, he laughed.

But it didn't take long for him to suppress his smile.This is certainly good, but Zitong found out that he had something to hide from him, and with his current temper, it didn't end well.

He sighed softly, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and then went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth to get rid of the smell of smoke as much as possible.

When he got home, he saw Zitong half lying on the sofa reading a magazine, he squinted and went to hug him meanly.In the next second, he was pushed away by the dark-faced Zi Tong, and then grabbed his clothes and dragged him over.

Zhang Chi didn't resist, and opened his mouth.

Zitong: "...what are you doing?"

Zhang Chi said: "Honey, don't you want to smell it?"

Zitong: "I never said that."

"It's what I said," Zhang Chi said in a coaxing tone, wanting to take the opportunity to eat his tofu, "Then let's do something else."

He put his arm around Zitong's waist, and when he was about to stick it to his lips, Zitong asked, "Smoking?"

Zhang Chi: "..."

Zitong snorted coldly, looked at him with clear eyes, and was still waiting for his explanation.

Zhang Chi really wanted to resist this time, and just about to raise his voice, he lowered his voice, and said weakly, "I just smoked one."

Zitong asked, "Didn't I take it away?"

Zhang Chi still wanted to struggle, "Baby, you have to give me some space." Even if he quit smoking, he might not be able to quit smoking for a while.

Zitong's face turned cold, he pushed him away, stood up, "OK."

Zhang Chi grabbed his wrist by the way and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zitong looked at him condescendingly: "Don't you want space, I will give you space now, this place is all yours."

In other words, you sleep here tonight.

Boss Zhang wanted to laugh, but he held back.Zitong is usually used to being cold and cold, but now it's really cute in his eyes to be a little childish now and then.

He brazenly said: "Honey, I have to have you in my space."

Zitong: "..."