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▍The barbecue shop is only about one kilometer away from the company, and a group of people wandered there just bragging and beating. ...

The barbecue restaurant is only about one kilometer away from the company, and a group of people wandered there just bragging and beating.

The store has just opened for two days. There are two rows of flower baskets at the entrance, and a huge banner is drawn under the door—[-]% off for the whole shop, free-flowing beer.

Feng Yu greeted Bi Rongxi with all the national curses he had accumulated for decades, finally relieved his hatred a little, and raised his hand for three barrels of beer, "No one can walk off my wine table soberly today."

Ruan Mian responded with her mobile phone in her arms, cadenced each word, "Running around the wine table, smacking all over the place."

The two most inexperienced people boasted the most outrageous words.

Yan Jin silently took out her mobile phone, and revealed a crying expression, "Mmm, two bottles have to be fished under the table, so it can be regarded as going in vertically and going out horizontally."

A dozen or so people at the table burst into laughter at the same time, and someone followed along, "Some people just finished learning Feng Shui, called themselves Ruan Tiangang, and held a dish as a compass, insisting on doing a fortune teller for the old locust tree at the door. "

Geng Wanwan slapped the table boldly, "Hahahahahaha, yes, yes, I can't even pull it away. I keep asking why the old pagoda tree didn't answer, and whether I look down on him."

"No lifeform within a kilometer radius was spared, they were all grabbed and chattered by him... No, even the street lamps were not spared!"

"Brother Yu, too! He spat out all the tree pits on the whole street, saying that they are his love offerings, and that each one needs to be covered with rain and dew."

"Climb on the tricycle that I bought earlier, and insist on riding me back to Wangjing... Tsk, riding a tricycle from Houhai to Wangjing, you have a taste of one product, more than ten kilometers, a real warrior."

Ruan Mian, "..."

Feng Yu, "..."

Feng Yu, "I was in a bad state that time! I'm limp, and we're both going to have a clean slate today."

Ruan Mian didn't respond, she was still fiddling with the phone with her head down, staring at the screen in a daze, not knowing what she was doing.

Feng Yu straightened his neck and leaned over to take a peek, "Aren't you the most afraid of the phone ringing before? Why can't you watch it all over today? Who are you waiting for?"

Ruan Mian dexterously turned the phone, locked the lock screen on the table, and pushed his head away, "Grandmother."

Yan Jin smelled gossip, "What's going on, are you in love?"

Geng Wanwan's eyes widened as he wanted to answer, but he held back, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything.

She seems to know something vaguely, but she can't say it!

Just as he was about to extract a confession by torture, the waiter brought some cold dishes and beer, and Ruan Mian took advantage of the interruption to quickly change the subject.

"Looking at this month's withered salary slip, I haven't tried the feeling of having only four digits for a long time. I feel melancholy..."

Sure enough, the table was full of mournful sighs.

"Who isn't..."

"Even soft..."

Feng Yu filled the wine glasses one by one and handed them out. He heard that he knocked on the table with the bottom of the glass, "Don't be sad, I heard that Mr. Meng is going to cooperate with a real estate company on a big project, high-end hardcover real estate, Jedi counterattack, salty fish turning over, Just around the corner."

Everyone toasted together, "Come! The future is bright! Don't get drunk and don't go home!"

Whether the salted fish turns over or not, no one knows for the time being. Anyway, a famous designer once again staged the scene of the overturned car, and used practical actions to achieve the title of three cups.

Pushing a cup to change a cup, after drinking for three rounds, more than half of the designer team was killed.

Drunk people are very heavy. Ruan Mian looks thin, but his size is still there, and his bones are a bit heavy. He is limp and plummeting, completely uncooperative. It was sweating profusely before he was stuffed into the car and sent home.

As a result, he finally reached the door and encountered another round of setbacks.

Yan Jin was about to cry, and shook Ruan Mian's shoulder, "I'll call you Dad, do you dare to tell me the password?"

Ruan Mian put one hand on his shoulder to support her body, raised her eyelids in a drunken way, stretched out her other hand tremblingly and pressed a few numbers.

Warning sound, wrong password.

Ruan Mian's eyes finally had a little clarity, and she leaned forward stubbornly to press again.

It turned out to be wrong again.

Yan Jin finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked sharply, almost turning on the sensor lights of the whole building, "Why can't we get someone with fingerprints!?"

Ruan Mian's eyelids drooped again after a burst of drunkenness, and she snorted like a mosquito, "...gui."

"I'm damn... Be good, think about it again, what is the password?"

Ruan Mian frowned, muttered a few numbers and then denied it himself, back and forth a few times, he got impatient, took out his phone and handed it to Yan Jin, "Here, ask Jiang Song."

Yan's face was paralyzed at that moment, and he felt that he suddenly had an expression.

Why does a designer ask his client for the door lock code of his home?What is the unknown story in this?What is this God unfolding?

Gu Lin felt that the sudden silence of the irritable brother seemed to have something hidden, and asked tentatively, "...Who is Jiang Song?"

Yan Jin, "His father of Party A..."

Gu Lin, "...I'll go."

At 10:30 in the evening, Jiang Song received a call from Ruan Mian.

"Hey?"

In just one syllable, Yan Jin discovered tenderness from it.

"Mr. Jiang, hello, I'm Ruan Mian's colleague."

"what's up?"

The voice suddenly became ten degrees colder.

Yan Jin rolled her eyes, thinking about the differential treatment.

"Well, Ruan Mian asked me to ask you, the password of his... door lock."

Hearing the murmurs of some people on the other end of the phone who were obviously not sober, Jiang Song's brows gradually frowned, "What's wrong with him?"

"Well... I drank too much... I can't enter the house."

When she woke up the next day, Ruan Mian miraculously had no headache.

He picked up the water glass by the bed, took a sip, it was sweet, looked down at the pajamas, raised his hand to smell it, and there was no smell of alcohol on his body.

Yan Jin's group of steel straight men are so caring, Ruan Mian even wants to go to the window to see where the sun is coming out today.

He slipped on his slippers and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As he walked all the way, his nose fluttered slightly.

He always felt that there was a faint fragrance in the house, but it was too light, and he was not sure if it was an illusion.

The memory of yesterday began to disappear 5 minutes after the third glass of beer, but he remembered that he had dreamed of Jiang Song, or Jiang Song's voice to be precise.

Low, gentle, and as good as ever.

He said, "I've always wanted to tell you personally, congratulations, the new designer is well-deserved."

The more Ruan Mian thought about it, the more irritable she became, she grabbed her messy hair, took off her clothes and threw them aside.

How obsessive is this?I still miss it when I have a dream.

No prospects.

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