Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Ji Mingyou was working at work, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, more refined, tapping the keyboard with his fingers, picking up coffee with one hand, and taking a sip.

The mobile phone placed by the table vibrated, Ji Mingyou looked away, and when he saw Lin Weiwei's name, the corner of his mouth curled up.

It's so late, what are you calling for? Ji Mingyou was puzzled, so he picked it up right away.

Lin Weiwei put the phone next to his ear, and when he heard the connection sound, he opened his eyes and asked vaguely, "Ji Mingyou, do you know what you forgot?"

Ji Mingyou couldn't hear clearly, so he leaned close to his ear and said softly, "Say it again, you can't hear clearly."

Lin Weiwei frowned angrily, turned to the phone, and raised the decibel: "I said what did you do when you went out? And did you forget something?"

Ji Mingyou was startled by the roar, his ears hurt, he quickly put it on the table, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you crazy at night? I didn't mean there was something urgent and I had to go out. Did something happen in the store?"

Ji Mingyou frowned, put down his work, and looked worried.

"No, it seems that you forgot." Lin Weiwei shook his head, couldn't help hiccupping, and mumbled something indistinctly.

Ji Mingyou tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes were worried, and he noticed something strange, and asked anxiously: "Lin Weiwei, what did you do, go home quickly, do you want me to pick you up?"

"I've had some wine and I've arrived at the apartment. Xiaoyou helped me in." Lin Weiwei pondered for a while, and said slowly.

"It's wine, very sweet and very fragrant." Lin Weiwei licked his lower lip, reminiscing, like a lazy cat.

Ji Mingyou supported his forehead and pressed his thin lips tightly. Lin Weiwei was actually drunk. He couldn't help remembering the scene when she was drunk, and his face darkened: "Where did you drink, did you touch anyone?"

Ji Mingyou's dark eyes flashed across the streamer, and his face was stern. He had seen Lin Weiwei drunk before, and he was even more worried about this alcoholic.

"The wine I bought in the supermarket, I squatted downstairs and drank it alone, otherwise I wouldn't be able to climb back." Lin Weiwei smiled, lifted his little hand, and said proudly.

Ji Mingyou's face softened, he snorted coldly, he couldn't laugh or cry at her, and said in a deep voice, "You are conscious."

After thinking about it, Ji Mingyou checked the text message, and asked gently: "Lin Weiwei, do you have something on your mind, do you want to tell me?"

He knew that Lin Weiwei had a poor capacity for alcohol and generally would not drink unless he was in a very bad mood.

Lin Weiwei hummed softly, as if scratching Ji Mingyou's heart, itching.

"It's something, but I won't tell you." Lin Weiwei closed his eyes like a child playing with a temper.

Ji Mingyou narrowed his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, his eyes were gentle, he propped his chin and asked, "Let me guess, did I provoke you?"

"Of course, am I the type to lose my temper with people casually?"

Ji Mingyou nodded, pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and said tentatively: "It's this afternoon, I suspected that I had an opinion on you and made fun of you, isn't it?"

Lin Weiwei narrowed his eyes, shook his head listlessly, and shouted angrily: "That's because I was misled. In fact, you have been very kind to me. Don't mention this again."

"Why do you mention this again? I'm in a bad mood, and you still ask."

Ji Mingyou hurriedly hissed and coughed, and stopped provoking the drunk man, and said helplessly, "I really have nothing to do with you who are drunk."

"It's true, I'm always bullied, maybe I'll come to you when I'm drunk." Lin Weiwei recalled the last time he was drunk, and giggled, joking.

Ji Mingyou smiled without saying a word, and the two fell silent, as if time stood still, but the timing of the call kept changing.

Ji Mingyou pondered today. When faced with the shortage of the company's capital chain, he was calm and unhurried, but at this moment, he couldn't help becoming nervous.

There was light in Ji Mingyou's eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said affirmatively: "I forgot to bring you dessert, and I will make it up for you tomorrow, so don't be angry."

He was busy with company affairs, so he broke Lin Weiwei's sweet food before returning to the store.

"In this way, you will be angry with me, and you won't be familiar with it." Ji Mingyou said quietly, pretending to be annoyed, with the corners of his mouth raised.

There was no sound on the other side, Ji Mingyou waited for a while, and asked aloud, "Lin Weiwei?"

In response to Ji Mingyou, there was only shallow breathing, and the sound of turning around could be heard.

Ji Mingyou was startled, picked up the phone, put it near his mouth, and said with a smile: "Lin Weiwei, good night."

It seems that he can't know the reason for Lin Weiwei's anger, which is a pity.

Ji Mingyou glanced at the night scene outside the window, took a sip of the cold coffee, and continued with the business that was piled up in his hands.

Waking up early in the morning, Lin Weiwei sat up with messy hair, touched his head, and moaned in pain: "My head, my head hurts so much."

Xia Xiaoyou opened the door as if watching the excitement, gnawed on an apple, and leaned against the door frame: "I asked you to drink, but I don't know how much I drank while hiding."

Lin Weiwei's small face was wrinkled, his mouth was flattened, and he said weepingly: "I also want to get drunk to relieve my worries, but the more I drink, the more I worry."

"That makes sense." Xia Xiaoyou nodded in agreement, took a bite of the apple, and reminded, "Clean up quickly, or you'll be late for work."

Xia Xiaoyou remembered other things again, went back the same way, and said seriously: "Tomorrow you will also lead a taekwondo class, so hurry up and adjust it, don't be unreasonable."

Lin Weiwei nodded dully, still not clear-headed, picked up the phone and looked at it, and suddenly yelled in surprise.

"Lin Weiwei, are you still awake?"

"Why did I call Ji Mingyou last night? Maybe I was talking nonsense." Lin Weiwei squeezed the phone with both hands, stared at it, his eyes widened in surprise, and shouted.

In an instant, like a basin of cold water poured on Lin Weiwei's body, he suddenly woke up.

Xia Xiaoyou burst into laughter, clapped her hands in a funny way, and said seriously: "This is the lesson of getting drunk, see how you face Boss Ji, don't ask me to ask you for leave."

"I'm definitely going, you help me figure out a way." Lin Weiwei stretched out his hand, trying to hold Xia Xiaoyou who was going away, a few fragments suddenly popped up in his mind, and he collapsed on the bed sadly.

Lin Weiwei thumped the quilt, with a look of regret on his face, and sighed: "It's a mistake to drink, and going to the store today is equivalent to being punished."

Lin Weiwei made some mental preparations, carried his bag, and walked out of the apartment, planning to face the wind and rain.

Before Lin Weiwei arrived at the store, he saw a sneaky person standing at the door, looking inside constantly.

"It doesn't look like a customer, but it's strange." Lin Weiwei stroked his chin, his attention was suddenly attracted, and he walked quickly.

"Sir, I'm an employee in the store. The store is open at this time." Lin Weiwei walked up and observed it. He was a well-dressed person and smiled.

This person is not tall, with a thin and long face, a pair of small eyes shining, wearing a classic suit, and holding a briefcase in his hand, he looks like a professional.

The man turned around with a smile, with a polite smile on his face: "It turns out that I'm a clerk from your store. My name is Zhao Yuanlang. I'm here to discuss cooperation."