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As soon as the wet towel touched Lu Zhiqiao's forehead, her eyelashes twitched, and she half-opened her eyes. Qi Yan thought she was resisting, and coaxed softly, "Wiping your face will make you feel better."

Before she finished speaking, Lu Zhiqiao closed her eyes again.

She allowed the wet towel to move carefully and carefully on her face, and the water vapor evaporated to absorb heat. Repeating this a few times, some heat could indeed be taken away, and she felt much more comfortable.

"Is it better?" Qi Yan asked softly.

Lu Zhiqiao snorted and remained motionless. The front of her clothes rose and fell with the frequency of her breathing. Although her eyes were closed, there was always a slight wrinkle between her brows.

When she was young, she went to the business wine table with her father. Qi Yan still remembers that at that time, a few big men drank like drinking water, and the wine bottles piled up in a circle could be used for bowling. He spit out words that split his liver and gallbladder.

"Yanyan, don't tell your mother..." the man blushed and said dizzily.

Of course she would keep it a secret, but then she didn't know why, but her mother found out.He didn't get angry, and didn't ask questions, just shook his head and sighed with distressed face.

That was the first time she felt some kind of heavy pressure. At that time, she didn't understand what it was, but when she grew up, she gradually understood that it was life.

Drinking while indulging is completely different from having a meal. One can take the initiative to control, while the other is passive. If she hadn't met by chance today, how could she have seen Lu Zhiqiao in such a mess? With the other person's character, she must have been unwilling to be seen by others. see.

But obviously compared to these, there are things that Lu Zhiqiao cares about more, which makes her prefer to let go of her reserve and sit here rather than go home.

Qi Yan sat down next to her, gently grabbed her hand and wrapped it in his palm, as if talking to himself: "Don't worry, I won't tell Niuniu what happened tonight."

The fingers of the person beside her curled up quickly, their nails scraped Qi Yan's palm, and they grabbed it tightly, but they didn't have much strength, and she trembled a little. become deep.

"Ah."

She didn't want her daughter to see herself like this.

Qi Yan's nose was sore, he took her shoulders and leaned into his arms, bent his index finger and slowly wiped off the water stains on her face, "Did you tell the child not to go back at night?"

"Work overtime." Lu Zhiqiao kept her eyes closed and muttered, "She will sleep by herself."

When she said the last two words, her throat choked up, and a few more tears rolled down her eyes, and she couldn't help sobbing anymore.This time she didn't avoid Qi Yan, she didn't want any self-respect or reserve.

I remember that when she just graduated, she was still a small salesperson at the bottom, with a basic salary of only two to three thousand, and she lived entirely on commission.At that time, wine table culture was prevalent, and she would often accompany customers to eat and drink even for a small order. She was the only woman at the dinner table, surrounded by wolves, and no matter how scared she was, she could only greet her with a smile.

At that time, my daughter was under three years old and had not yet gone to kindergarten, so she could only ask her aunt to take care of her.

Later, she transferred to the foreign trade branch and only needed to communicate with customers online. Even if foreigners came to visit and inspect in person, they would not engage in those fancy things. Eating is eating, and business is business.

It is also because of her spirit that although her position is getting higher and higher, social entertainment is inevitable.

When my daughter was in the second grade of elementary school, she came home drunk one day, vomited violently while hugging the toilet, and when she was seen, the silly child was so frightened that she cried until she couldn't stop crying, promising that she would be good and good Be obedient and don't annoy your mother.She felt distressed, but there was nothing she could do. She could only work harder to make money, so that life would be easier anyway.

In recent years, the general environment has improved a lot. Whether an order is sold or not has nothing to do with eating and drinking. On the contrary, the meaning of the meal is more celebratory.

Today, the customer is happy, and she is also happy, drinking a little more.

When the alcohol is on, the emotions also follow. Thinking of many, many things in the past, the ups and downs are accumulated in my heart, and I can't tell what it feels like, so it is difficult to control myself.

Tears wet Qi Yan's clothes, and the light-colored fabric smeared a large transparent mark. Qi Yan hugged her quietly, and wiped her tears with his hands until all five fingers were stained with water. Wipe, over and over again, tirelessly.

Any comforting words will not work at this moment. Instead of explaining some pale and weak chicken soup, it is better to accompany silently, give a shoulder, and give a hug.

In the middle of the night when I was a child, my father cried in my mother's arms like this.

Silence is worth a thousand words.

Time passed slowly, Lu Zhiqiao gradually stopped sobbing, the tears no longer flowed, but the smell of alcohol made her head swell and hurt, she was a little drowsy, and being hugged soft and warm was even more hypnotic, she hugged Qi Yan subconsciously , eyelid drooping down.