little bitch

27.

Zhang Lun's mind was loosened, and he found an excuse for himself. Although he was short of money by taking other people's mother's money, the time spent on a meal would not affect anything.

Zhong Sen took him to the reserved hotel.

The identity is different. As a colleague, Zhang Lun only cares about the various details of this store along the way.The store is located deep in the streets of Jiuqu and [-]th Ring Road, occupying an area smaller than half that of Zhang Lun's.The signboard hangs outside every day and the paint is peeled off by the sun and rain, but the name of the small restaurant with home-cooked food is unclear.It was only when I came in that I could tell from the shop sign inside that the name of the shop was Xiaofu.There were a dozen or so guests in the lobby, Zhang Lun felt the space was cramped when he walked in, and the aroma of vegetables hit his nose.Fortunately, the air conditioner was turned on enough so that he wouldn't be stuffy.

There happened to be two vacant seats at the corner, and Zhang Lun went there by himself without waiting for Zhong Sen to guide him.Zhong Sen followed Zhang Lun and handed him the menu.

"Is there anything you want to eat?"

Zhang Lun flipped through it twice, and sure enough, they were all the most common dishes.He had no idea, and didn't want to spend much time on this meal, so he just pointed to a page and said, "Let's fry fungus with yam."

Zhong Sen waved to the waiter, and really ordered this one.Zhang Lun glanced at Zhong Sen awkwardly, but Zhong Sen ignored him.Before the food came, a dozen beers were piled up to the feet.Zhang Lun's eyelids twitched, and he opened it and placed it in front of Zhong Sen.

Zhang Lun took a sip by himself, studied the interior and exterior decoration of the house, and began to study the production information on the beer can.Zhang Lun waited for the food to be served.You don't need to talk while eating, and you don't need to meet after eating.Zhang Lun frowned. He didn't usually drink alcohol, but this wine tasted bitter and he was not used to it.

There is only one word between the two of them, boring.Looking back, Zhang Lun realized that the business relationship was not as clean as it used to be.He took a peek at Zhong Sen, who was playing with his phone with his head down.

"Mr. Zhong, what is the purpose of you coming to me? Tell me clearly, it's okay..."

Zhang Lun didn't hold his breath, Zhong Sen looked up at him, his organized language was messed up.

Zhong Sen shrugged, "It's nothing else. I want to have a meal with you."

Zhang Lun hit the cotton with his fist, and Zhong Sen played "discussing the matter" with him, but he didn't give an answer.Zhong Sen was also cunning, knowing that he would refuse, he didn't give him a chance at all.Zhang Lun's face was a little hot and embarrassed.Knowing what Zhong Sen was thinking, he still came over.The inside and the outside are different.

Perhaps there is nothing wrong with looking at Zhong Sen.After all, he was the one he was moved by.But no matter how much you see, you are looking at the moon in the water.He didn't dare to expect how long Zhong Sen's interest in him would last.Zhong Sen is attractive enough, he has already tasted it and is satisfied, not to mention...

Zhang Lun bent his eyes, with a few smile lines showing at the corners of his eyes, "I took your mother's severance pay."

It's always bad to meet like this.Itchy.When he was still young and energetic, his concentration was still not good.

Zhong Sen straightened his face and said nothing, the waiter came to serve the food just in time.One dish after another, Zhang Lun hadn't forgotten the name of the dish on the menu, so he could match one by one at this time, and the one in the middle was the sweet and sour pork ribs that Zhong Sen said he wanted to eat.

Zhang Lun smiled, and thought of Zhong Sen as a fool.

"Eat first."

After this delay, Zhong Sen changed the topic.The two of them buried their heads in a hearty meal.The taste of this wine is still light, but once you get used to it, it tastes like plain water.The wine was drunk quickly and urgently, Zhang Lun's face turned into a ripe peach.Zhong Sen stretched out his hand and pinched it, but Zhang Lun was dulled by the alcohol, so he didn't hide.He was not at a disadvantage, he slammed his head on the table, pressing Zhong Sen's hand under his face.

Zhong Sen withdrew his hand, and Zhang Lun's head banged on the table.Zhong Sen's hands froze in mid-air, and then he picked up his own chopsticks and ate for a while before helping Zhang Lun.

Zhang Lun blushes easily when drinking, but the amount of alcohol is not as bad as it seems on the surface.Zhong Sen's purpose is also simple, as long as Zhang Lun is quiet.The purpose is exactly achieved.

Zhong Sen reached out and rubbed Zhang Lun's fair and clean face, and sighed heavily.

Zhang Lun went to have dinner with Zhong Sen and got drunk, while Wang Qi ran to his house with a big bag and finished cooking several side dishes.One phone call left, one phone call right, no reply.No matter how nervous and rough Wang Qi was, he was also anxious.

He hurriedly opened the door and was about to go downstairs, but a man reeking of alcohol crashed into his heart.No matter how skinny that person was, Wang Qi didn't care about rubbing his chest muscles, so he had to grit his teeth and remove that person from his body first.Just as he was about to greet that person's relatives and ancestors, Wang Qi saw clearly the familiar face under that person's disheveled head.Not long ago, I had a drink at the same table, of course Wang Qi remembered it.This is Li Bocan.

This man went to Zhang Lun's side by drinking to relieve his worries.Wang Qi remembered that this person was from Zhang Lun's original line, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't dare to leave him in Zhang Lun's room.

Zhang Lun didn't come back so late, and when he got home, there was a drunkard in the living room... Wang Qi felt a chill behind him.He remembered that there was still an express hotel at the door.

Li Bocan was not as obedient as Zhang Lun when he was drunk. He locked Wang Qi's neck tightly with both hands, and forced Wang Qi to spit out.After a while he fumbled around in his pocket again, muttering nonsense, not sure whether to cry or laugh.

"Zhang Lun, I brought you the report."

Li Bocan couldn't be counted on, so Wang Qi went to dig out his pocket by himself, and accidentally touched his little brother.A layer of sweat broke out on Wang Qi's forehead. Knowing that he had found the wrong location, he searched in another pocket and finally found it.

Wang Qi smoothed out the two crumpled sheets and looked at them, and saw two words without thinking.

"positive."

Wang Qi's heart skipped a beat, his breathing became short of breath, and he didn't even dare to watch it any longer.

The author has something to say: ...Although spoilers are not good, I still have to say, this story will he, of course Xiaoshou is not sick ╮(╯_╰)╭