The chosen boss of the end times, just wants to lie down

When she got home, the house-demolition team was circling around Uncle Li and Chen Chen. When they saw her coming back, they immediately lined up to welcome her.

Chen Ye threw them into the space, then he went in, scooped out a bunch of seafood, and asked Uncle Li to help cook them.

Chen Chen was helping out, "Who wants to eat seafood and steak so early in the morning? Sister, do you want to call Brother Xiong back? He has been in the lab building for a week and hasn't come home yet."

"Well, call him back."

When Li Xiong heard that there was a big dinner at home, he ran back without saying a word and helped to clean up.

Not long after, Dunmo also came back. Looking at the busy people in the kitchen and the seafood on the table, he asked in confusion, "Is it so rich so early in the morning?"

Li Xiong was picking shrimp threads and didn't even turn his head. "This is equivalent to dinner. Eat well and go to sleep."

Mai Zihao arrived late. Facing the disapproving gazes of the three men, he did not act like a scoundrel as usual, but sat down with confidence.

Chen Ye seemed not to notice the fierce eye contact between them. He opened the glass and said, "Let's eat!"

Mai Zihao has always been a good drinker, but he drank a bottle of foreign wine during this meal and became tipsy. He was no longer as quiet as he was at the beginning.

But Chen Chen still couldn't help but pick on him from time to time.

Mai Zihao didn't mind at all and talked freely.

Chen Ye took a sip of wine and said, "Xiao Chen, you guys should go and have a rest after you're full. I'll clean up later."

Chen Chen saw that she looked calm, then looked at Li Xiong who was giving him a look, and responded obediently: "Oh, OK!"

Seeing everyone leave the table, Mai Zihao raised his glass and drank it all. At the end, he said sadly: "Alas, there is no opponent."

"Dunmer gave you two points of face, but you still don't have an opponent?!"

"Yes, yes, the young lady is right!"

"Put away your ugly face. What's wrong with you lately?"

Mai Zihao poured himself a glass of wine and said, "How could I have that? I work diligently for you every day. If you don't believe me, ask Daqi and Xiaoqi. Hey, where's my dog?"

"I went to your grandmother's house and met your father!"

Mai Zihao was looking for his dog. When he heard Chen Ye's words, he was stunned for a moment, then continued to raise his glass, drank it in one gulp, and whispered, "Hmm!"

"So is it because of your mom?"

He smiled and said, "How can I be so fragile?"

The light shines through the window and falls on the side of his face. His eyes cannot be seen, but his perfect outline is outlined.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk. Your father should be able to persuade your grandfather to return to S City. Then, you won't have to cry while hugging your dog every day."

As if someone had seen his secret, Mai Zihao said in a shy and anxious voice, "Nonsense! Who told you that I cry while hugging my dog ​​every day?"

Chen Ye raised his glass and clinked it with his, "Not shameful!"

If he can remain indifferent after hearing such news, then he is a cold-hearted person, which is scary.

Mai Zihao's speech was already a little slow, and he was even more drunk. Like a person who felt that even though he was drunk, he still had a trace of clarity. In order to cover up his embarrassing situation, he began to talk non-stop, trying to make himself appear not to be drunk in the eyes of others.

"You drink, but every time you clink glasses, you don't finish them. Are you raising fish?"

"Can you do it? If not, I'll drink it for you."

"You can't even finish a small beer, and you dare to invite me to a drinking party?"

……

He held the wine glass, looked at the amber liquid inside, and murmured: "Chen Ye, do you know? I haven't seen my mother for a long, long time."

"Do you think if I call Dunmo out for a drink at this time, will he beat me up?"

Very good, you also know to ask about the consequences.

"Are you still going to eat? If not, I'll clean it up. The food is all covered in your saliva."

Mai Zihao raised his hand and touched his lips. It took him a long time to realize that Chen Ye was lying to him. "You are talking nonsense."

Chen Ye was tidying up the table. "Go sit on the sofa. I'll make you a pot of tea after I'm done."

Mai Zihao staggered towards the sofa with the wine in his hand and almost tripped himself. Fortunately, Chen Ye stopped him, pulled the bottle of wine out of his arms, and pulled him onto the sofa.

"Sit down!"

After Chen Ye finished cleaning the table, he walked over to the sofa and found that he was kneeling on the sofa with his body turned upside down, his chin resting on the back of the sofa, and his hands resting beside his head.

Although it's very immoral, I have to say that he is no different from a dog at this moment.

"What are you doing?"

Mai Zihao grinned, “Chen Ye, at this moment, you actually have the feeling of a good wife and mother.”

"Don't make me fan you!"

"Go ahead if you want to, I can't beat you anyway."

Chen Ye was washing the teacup and said calmly, "I'll call Damao and Erhu to take care of you."

"Don't shout. People are tired from carrying bricks every day. They are probably asleep. I am a loser. Why should I take care of you?"

"Only people like Boss Zheng who are rich and can lie down can be called waste. Your father and your grandfather are coming back soon. If you don't work hard, you still want to be a waste?"

"Rich woman, I don't want to work hard anymore."

"Then die!"

Mai Zihao said nothing, just watched her make tea. He didn't even touch the cup that was handed to him, just stared at the tea in a daze.

After a long time, he finally responded, "Oh, OK!"

Forget it, there's no point in arguing with a drunk person.

Chen Ye walked over impatiently and was about to pick him up and carry him back to his home.

Mai Zihao was pulled up from the sofa by her, and he leaned his whole body against her, hugged her with both hands, and rested his head on her shoulder.

Chen Ye's whole body stiffened, and he subconsciously wanted to throw him out. But he heard his choked voice: "Chen Ye, I'm so sad!"

She threw him back onto the couch.

Mai Zihao smiled self-deprecatingly, with helplessness in his eyes.

"Chen Ye, you see how ignorant I was before. I always thought I was very capable and could help you with something. But even in my father's eyes, I was a failure. He even had to hide my mother's death from me."

Chen Ye grabbed a tissue, handed it to him, and sat down next to him. "After all, it's bad news. Maybe Uncle Mai and your grandfather don't want to tell you, or they just want you to be well. After all, no news is the best news. There's still hope, right?"

Mai Zihao squeezed the tissue in his hand tightly. "I went to deliver a shipment, but I didn't do it well. Damao and Erhu had to spend a month recovering from their injuries. After returning to S City, I still can't do anything well. It's funny that I always thought you needed me, but whether in Beijing or back in S City, I've always been the one relying on you."

She wasn't good at comforting people. He denied his own worth and was drunk, so she couldn't think of anything nice to say.

Or you could give him some more wine so he gets drunk and stops talking.

"Chen Ye, it's not my fault that I'm alive. I don't want to die yet. Please don't let me die."

This is both pitiful and aggrieved.

“Okay, okay, stop howling. You’ve woken up Dunmo and Uncle Li. I’ll take you back.”

Danmo came out of the room at the right time, walked to the sofa, picked him up, turned his head and said to Chen Ye: "Don't let him drink next time. When he sobers up, I will beat him up for you."

Uh.