[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

In fact, it was already noon when I woke up, but I was completely unconscious at first.Thinking of the reason I used "brother, I'll buy you breakfast" just now in order to run away as soon as possible, I feel guilty for a while.

There were bursts of firecrackers outside the window.Come to think of it, I haven't celebrated New Year's Eve for many years.

I have been in Changsha these years.It is impossible to have vacations as the boss of the Wu family, and the Changsha family itself has an undercurrent: when I first took the position, I was picked on by the old people of the family every day.I don't understand what the real mastermind "it" is thinking behind the scenes. It stands to reason that since "it" wants to control the Wu family by setting me up and then conveniently controlling me as a puppet, then "it" These restless factors should have been eradicated long ago to stabilize my initial position as a puppet.But the reality is that the Wu family I dealt with was a mess at the beginning, and even the second uncle gathered his subordinates and watched the fire from afar.

I don't know if "it" is trying to train me, but a stronger puppet is not only useless to "it", but also greatly increases the risk, which is not worth the candle.So I really can't figure out the purpose of "it".

Later, the master gradually became more and more prosperous. They didn't dare to make mistakes on the surface, but they still tripped me behind the scenes. Although it wasn't enough to affect the overall situation, it really annoyed me, and because they were "old Come to do things, have high morals and high prestige", so that it is difficult for me as a junior to override their rights, but as long as I neglect them a little, they dare to make those small stumbling blocks into big troubles.How else can we say that ginger is still old and spicy?

So, many New Year's Eves, I spent dealing with them and entertaining various forces.

Basically every New Year's Eve, I drank so much that I lay on the window frame of my house and vomited in the dark.On the second day, I had to preside over many matters such as tribute, year-end audits, dividends, etc., so I still had to get up and work hard to deal with it.

A few times, I even forgot to give my parents New Year's greetings and gifts.Thinking about it afterwards, I called them to admit my mistake.

But no matter how indifferent they say, or even comfort me in turn, the surging guilt and regret will always swallow me up.

I understand that for the two elders, "the son comes home and the family is reunited" is the best gift, and other material satisfactions are just a string of meaningless numbers printed on the bank account.

It's a pity that I am not filial and cannot satisfy their simplest wish of being a parent.

I have my own destiny to fight.

There was another equally important person, who was in deep despair, waiting for me to save.

My father is an old pedant, not as rigid as others, but he is indeed a very honest and responsible person. Although my mother has a strong personality, she is an ordinary woman after all.So from the day I arrived in Changsha, in order to protect the safety of my parents, my second uncle transferred them to Hangzhou, and I also sent cronies who pretended to be nannies or part-time workers to protect them around the clock to prevent my parents from contacting people on the road.

This is the only filial piety I can do.

But this New Year's Eve is really different.

That pitiful guy who was in a death situation was finally brought back by me.Now I am retracting the cold and sharp thorns all over my body, squinting my indifferent eyes, like a pure black classical Siamese cat, sitting obediently on the sofa beside me, accompanying me and giving me the courage to face the future.

And the "Ultimate Rescue Plan" has also reached the "induction" stage, which happens to require the little Buddha of the Wu family to disappear in Changsha for a period of time, so that those forces who only show a few shadows and are staring at the side - such as the suspicious pair of "fathers" last time The unknown gang behind the "female" - exercise their muscles and bones.

——Only by letting the enemy "move" first, can I turn light into darkness, find flaws, and defeat them one by one.

Therefore, all my daily trips in Changsha were cancelled, and I lied about being seriously ill. ——Although this sounds like an excuse for "the lonely and beautiful family members don't go to court", but in the current period, this excuse is extremely effective for deceiving people and self-rest.

Years later will be a catastrophe, or in other words, a life-threatening game.

It's a good thing I'm not alone anymore, it's a good thing I have him.

As long as the two of us walk side by side, I believe that even in the face of death, I will not be afraid.

Instead, smile.

Hand in hand with hell.

……

At noon, Poker-Face and I went to eat outside the building as usual.But this time because Wang Meng innocently played the best actor in "Night Cry for Speed" last night, I also brought him.

Brother Zhu was so envious that his eyes were red with envy. I thought about it, and for the sake of his "rescue" last night, I waved my hand and allowed him to accompany me.Hide him in the front belly of Poker Finger, let his two hind paws step on Poker Finger's belt, and his front paws grab Poker Finger's vest, and then pull the zipper of the hoodie, successfully sneaking into Private rooms near the lake outside the building.

Too bad I totally regretted it 5 minutes after serving.Needless to say, Brother Zhu's combat effectiveness, he was given a plate full of dishes, and he was instantly killed by him at the beginning.But what surprised me was Wang Meng.

I have always been very ashamed. As his boss, I never invited him to dinner, but now that I see him grabbing food with chopsticks like a wind, I have never regretted and felt guilty, and I am even a little thankful: feelings are always disliked by wages. Not enough is because he has made himself poor.

Seeing the dishes on the table being swept down by wind and clouds, I glanced at the bottle of oil.Finding that he was not in high spirits, he just stood there silently pawing at the little rice in his bowl, looking a little tired.

I guess it was because he was charging the Tishi last night and his battery was low.

How can this work?I managed to make him "thicker" in the past two days. If he is consumed at this level, he will become a backbone.

Thinking of this, I can't wait to become a 360 mobile phone battery doctor and charge him well.Without saying a word, he took his own spoon to grab a spoonful of Longjing shrimp from Wang Meng's claws and stuffed it into the bowl of Boyouping.

By the time I realized what I had done, Wang Meng and Brother Zhu had stopped talking and stared at me blankly.

But I'm not the good young man seven years ago, I'm so thick-skinned that I don't blush at all, I just feel my heart beating faster, and I continue to pretend to be calm and observe the reaction of Poker Bottle.

He froze for a moment at first, and then calmly crossed the chopsticks like me, carefully picked and ate one by one, and actually ate half a bowl of rice more than usual.

I was a little smug in my heart, and I glared sideways at the other person and Wang each.The two of them shrunk their necks obviously, their eating methods were much more restrained, and even their eyes were drooping, and they didn't dare to look at us directly.

Well, I must have been intimidated by my Master Wu Jiafo's arrogance.

Looking at the winter scenery of the broken bridge in the West Lake, I thought happily that the crowd on the Su Causeway in the distance was also much cuter.