After the whole network was blacked out, I made the boss the canary

Fu Chaoge felt very uncomfortable with the sticky wine on his body, so he tore off a few buttons of his shirt and opened his collar to feel a little more comfortable.

As a result, many snags appeared on the precious silk shirt, which was almost completely scrapped.

But Fu Chaoge didn't care about this at all and just kept drinking the expensive wine.

Until the next afternoon, because Fu Chaoge hadn't been to the company for almost the entire day.

This was the first time that the company’s leadership had faced this situation. They all suspected that something had happened to Fu Chaoge and almost called the police.

One of them suggested going to Fu Chaoge's house first, but Fu Chaoge had so many properties, and no one could tell which villa he was in at the moment.

Finally, I searched many channels and found the contact information of Fu Chaoge's good brother, and asked him to help check whether Fu Chaoge was at home.

Fu Chaoge's good brother, Ge Zhao, was a little speechless:

"Although Fu Chaoge is a workaholic, even machinery needs a fixed maintenance time. Fu Chaoge is a living person, is it a problem for him to take a day off?"

The others were a little embarrassed by what they heard, but since it was the first time they had encountered such a situation, they still insisted on begging Ge Zhao to go and take a look at the situation.

Ge Zhao could only agree: "Okay, if he stays at home well, I will tell you."

Ge Zhao recalled Chen Shu, the woman who was pursuing Fu Chaoge, and decided to start looking from the villa closest to her studio.

"Well... I remember it was here..." Ge Zhao entered the password familiarly and opened the door of the villa.

Fu Chaoge is a stubborn man, and this stubbornness is reflected in the password. The passwords for all his villas are the same string of numbers.

Ge Zhao also laughed at his habit:

"If a thief heard your password one day, I'm afraid he could steal all your villas in one night, right?"

Fu Chaoge retorted:

"What's the point of having security guards? Besides, as long as I'm not at home, anyone approaching valuables will automatically sound the alarm. As for other worthless things, they can be stolen if they want. It can also help me eliminate a security risk."

"Okay, okay, I can't argue with you. You are worthy of being President Fu who has become the leader of the Fu Group at such a young age."

Ge Zhao was a little puzzled as to why he suddenly remembered the past. He walked a little further inside and smelled a faint odor of alcohol.

Ge Zhao raised his eyebrows and thought: OK, the Fu Group’s management were so anxious that they called the police, but he actually hid in the house and drank secretly?

Ge Zhao walked inside following the smell of wine, which became stronger and stronger.

Rather than Fu Chaoge enjoying life leisurely with wine tasting, this seemed more like a thief really came to steal something and accidentally knocked over the wine cabinet.

The smell was so strong that it felt as if the entire room was soaked in alcohol.

Ge Zhao also put away his playful expression, frowned, and picked up the vase next to him as a protective measure.

When Ge Zhao opened the half-open door, he was startled.

Ge Zhao actually saw a pool of red liquid of unknown texture on the ground, which was slowly flowing towards the door, and the carpet next to it was even more red.

The strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nose. Ge Zhao was a little tipsy even though he hadn't drunk anything. He couldn't clearly tell whether the alcohol was mixed with the terrible smell of blood.

Ge Zhao swallowed, tightly grasped the vase in his hand, carefully avoided the red unknown liquid on the ground, and continued to walk a few steps inside.

Finally, I saw Gu Siyi lying on the ground next to the sofa, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, his collar was disheveled, and his shirt looked like it had been violently torn off.

It's like a crime scene!

Ge Zhao was so scared that he dropped the vase instantly. The fragile glass vase fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The vase broke into pieces, and the roses inside fell to the ground, rolling around, and were covered with the red unknown liquid, making them look even more beautiful.

As he got closer to Fu Chaoge, Ge Zhao felt the smell of alcohol in the air became stronger and stronger.

Ge Zhao approached with trembling hands and touched Fu Chaoge's neck, but before he could touch him firmly, he was held.

Ge Zhao shuddered with fear and shook off his hand: "Ah! He's back to life!"

"It's so noisy!" Fu Chaoge sat up with a frown.

Ge Zhao was still in shock: "You...you're not dead?"

Fu Chaoge's eyes were gloomy: "Do you want me to die?"

Ge Zhao finally recovered: "Why don't you look at what you look like now?"

Fu Chaoge supported his head, and his brain, which was not yet fully sober, suddenly ached. He lowered his eyes to look at the miserable state of himself.

The pure white silk shirt was almost stained red by the wine, several buttons were missing, and the collar was torn.

From a distance, it really looked like he had been brutally murdered during a home robbery.

Fu Chaoge staggered to his feet and sat on the sofa: "What's the matter?"

Ge Zhao's mouth twitched, and he also sat down:

"My dear, you are absent from work today. Your subordinates are waiting for you to give them orders."

Fu Chaoge was very impatient: "What's the point of having a company that can't function without me for even a day?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems you are really drunk. Normally you want to sleep in the company, but now you can say such things."

Fu Chaoge didn't bother to pay attention to Ge Zhao's teasing: "Get me something to sober me up. I have a headache."

"Okay, President Fu, I'll have my errand boy deliver it to you right away."

Ge Zhao ordered an errand and checked the estimated time:

"It will take about half an hour. Why don't you change your clothes first so we can have a good chat?"

Fu Chaoge was silent for a moment, but couldn't stand the sticky alcohol on his body anymore, so he staggered to the bathroom.

Ge Zhao couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he stood up and helped him in, and considerately filled the bathtub with water before leaving.

Fu Chaoge lay down in the bathtub. The warm water soothed his stiff and cold body which had been lying on the ground all night, and his face gained some color.

By the time Fu Chaoge changed into casual clothes and came out, the errand boy had arrived.

Ge Zhao called out, "Come on, come on, it's still fresh and hot."

Fu Chaoge walked over and felt something broken under his feet. He looked down and saw the rose rolling in the wine.

"Who did this!"

Ge Zhao scratched his ears:

"I did it. I thought you were dead, so I accidentally fell. What happened?"

……

Fu Chaoge was speechless for a moment, angry but with nowhere to vent.

"Do you want to eat it or not? If not, I will. It smells delicious. I would have ordered one if I had known..."

Fu Chaoge immediately snatched the sobering soup from Ge Zhao, opened it and drank it.

Ge Zhao's mouth twitched:

"I ordered it, are you afraid I'll snatch it away?"

Ge Zhao was still muttering in a very low voice:

"I really don't know why I have to endure my bad temper to make friends."

After drinking the warm soup, Fu Chaoge became more alert, but his brain still ached slightly, but it was now within acceptable levels.

"So what are you doing here?"

"It was your dear employees who were afraid that you had died somewhere, so they went to great lengths to find me and asked me to check on you."

"I'm fine." Fu Chaoge responded coldly.