Ordinary but not simple

At night, Liao Xiaojiang accompanied the customer to sing songs and returned home. Before he saw the people in the house, he heard the people in the house talking to each other louder than anyone else. The quarrel was so intense that Liao Xiaojiang thought It was Song Wenxi who got into an argument with his sister again, and hurried in to change the shoes before they came, seeing that people in the TV series were tearing each other apart.

Scared me.Liao Xiaojiang didn't know this point, whether the children were at home or not, but such a disturbance at home was not good for the children's growth, "It's dangerous," he whispered to himself, and went back to the entrance to change his shoes, and then went into the house.

"Xiaojiang," Song Wenxi's sister seemed to seize the opportunity, "Have you watched this TV series?"

"What TV series?" Liao Xiaojiang was asked inexplicably.

"How did Xiaojiang see it?" Song Wenxi's ex-wife's sister ate orange fruit, "If he has seen it, will he let his son and man be okay?"

"What's the relationship between TV dramas and Xiao Nuo?" Liao Xiaojiang hadn't watched many TV dramas, but none of them mentioned his youngest son.

"Nowadays TV dramas are getting richer and richer, just like many people are bored and go to the street to demonstrate, what is the legality of same-sex marriage, and the adoption of orphans by the same-sex." Song Wenxi's sister did not go around with him, "Xiaojiang, what do you think? Will Xiao Nuo live well like this?" Pointing to the quarreling picture on the TV screen, "They will have no children in the future, do you know how pitiful the old man without children is?" He may not understand now that he is young, "I tell you , you should go to a nursing home, or look at those old people who reported the loss of their children." The more he said, the more excited he became, "Do you want Xiao Nuo to be like that in the future?" Naturally, the tone was not pleasant, "Can you bear it?"

Liao Xiaojiang wanted to raise his voice and turn back, but as soon as he exerted force on his abdomen, he felt a dull pain, "Sister, I really can't control Xiaonuo's love life." My mother, why does my stomach hurt so much?

"Do you think you're having a great time, but it's actually nothing?" Song Wenxi's sister looked at him like a monster, "Actually, in China, not many people can really accept that their children like the same sex, it is difficult to find a job, and it is difficult to communicate with others." Friends are also in trouble, and I can’t admit it publicly.”

"Sister," Liao Xiaojiang's stomach hurts badly now, "I really can't control it." He covered his hands, trying to suppress the pain and take it easy, but it didn't work at all.

"Don't keep saying that you can't control it, you can't control it," Song Wenxi's older sister stood up abruptly, "You just don't want to control it." When she got angry, she cursed, "Xiao Nuo has such a good gene, if it's because of a man , without the continuation, are you worthy of the ancestors of the Song family?"

"I...I..." Liao Xiaojiang was also angry at this time, but his stomach hurts so much that he can't speak, and the strength of his hands covering his stomach is getting stronger and stronger.

Song Wenxi came back from outside at this time, "I'm back," she heard her sister yelling as soon as she entered the door, "I'm sorry, I was called to a dinner party all of a sudden, and I just came back now," hurriedly changing shoes, and hurriedly entered "Xiao Jiang?" He rushed towards him step by step, "What's wrong with your face?" He supported him.

"I, I..." Liao Xiaojiang opened his mouth, couldn't speak clearly, felt his stomach bursting, pushed his lover away, rushed into the bathroom, held the wash basin and vomited.

Song Wenxi followed him and ran to the bathroom, "Xiao Jiang," seeing how badly he vomited, "what did you eat today?" She went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water and handed it to him.

Liao Xiaojiang took the water glass he handed over, took a sip, spit it out, drank another sip, and spit it out again, over and over again, handing him the empty glass, "Wen Xi," leaning against him weakly, " I want to rest." She closed her eyes, not wanting to think about anything very uncomfortable.

"Okay," Song Wenxi hugged him with one arm, fixed it, then turned on the faucet, simply cleaned up the vomit sticking to the side of the washbasin, then picked up her lover and walked to the bedroom.

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The next day, Liao Xiaojiang just arrived at the office in the morning, and was dragged out by the director to drink again. The wine bureau culture of this project requires all relevant personnel to participate. There are many people, the place is big, and there are few bottles of liquor without eating a few mouthfuls. Zhang Chen couldn't stand it, Liao Xiaojiang just vomited dizzy last night, and now he's drinking so much, he can't refuse the countertop words, catering to the customer with a smile, not to mention whether the accompanying wine is worth it or not, the atmosphere must be neither drunk nor not return.

"Xiaojiang," Zhang Chen raised his glass, "it's rare that you agreed to come out to the party, come, have a drink."

In fact, Liao Xiaojiang couldn't drink any more, "Well," he wanted to pick up the wine glass, but it was empty.

Zhang Chen was keenly aware of his changes, "Are you... all right?"

"What can I do?" Liao Xiaojiang sat close to him, drank this cup, approached him, and whispered, "Isn't it just home, work, and then home, work," tilting his head with a smirk, "I'm fine .”

"Xiaojiang," Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes, "I feel that you should go home and rest for a few days. Anyway, the project is over and the company has nothing to do, so don't worry."

"Director," Liao Xiaojiang was three points drunk and seven points stupid at the moment, "Tell me about my IQ and family background, is it not high or low, or is it really bad?"

"What?" Zhang Chen laughed and said, "Wen Xi is not old enough to have trouble with you?"

"Wenxi is not such a person, I despise myself," Liao Xiaojiang put down his glass, "Director, like you, a successful man who has everything," consciously refilling his empty glass, "If I have half of you Half of it is fine."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Did you drink too much?" Zhang Chen snatched the wine bottle from his hand, "My father said that I was born to be useful, so you don't need to put so much pressure on yourself," he took it along the way and filled it up. Glasses for wine.

Liao Xiaojiang didn't have any wine to drink now, so he was dumbfounded and didn't speak.

"Zhang Chen," Zhang Yunshan, who arrived suddenly, hurried up to his son, "What do you want from me?" Standing obediently beside him, waiting for his next order.

"How could I find you?" Zhang Chen pretended to be indifferent and didn't look at him, "Do I need to find you now?"

"What's the matter..." Zhang Yunshan grabbed his clothes, tugging gently cutely, "It's very late, drinking so much is not good for your health."

"I don't drink, can you have a chance?" Zhang Chen couldn't help laughing, looked at him ambiguously, waved his arm, and hugged him.

Zhang Yunshan was embraced by his strong arms, and she became shy, "Then, then, drink less."

Zhang Chen kissed him on the cheek in front of everyone, "Hey, let's go home now." He picked up the wine, filled his glass, stood up, and held the glass high, "Everyone, I'll finish this glass, I'll go back first." Doing first and respecting him, he took his father's hand and left the party box.

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