Tofu with Scallions

(Fives)

Since that incident, Yuan Xiaobai didn't pay much attention to him. Zhao Cong went to the store to look for him. He was also busy greeting others and wanted to make an appointment for dinner. He had various reasons to prevaricate. Why is the store busy? The course is tight...

Seeing the boss depressed and often angry, the company's subordinates began to gossip again.

"Oh? You said Mr. Zhao has lost his love. It's too scary. He scolded me yesterday for a trivial matter."

"Yes, yes, the air pressure is so low, I don't dare to surf the Internet secretly."

Assistant Xiao Wang brought a cup of soybean juice and put it on the table, "Mr. Zhao, your soybean juice"

Zhao Cong looked up with a gloomy face, his eyes were murderous, and reprimanded, "Who told you to buy bean juice, I want coffee, do you understand coffee?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Mr. Zhao, I'll change it right now." Xiao Wang walked out of the office dejectedly, and the good-hearted Xiao Li came up and asked, "What's wrong? The boss is angry again?" Xiao Wang looked helpless, "Yeah, I was scared to death." Yes, obviously he said that he will replace his coffee with soybean juice every day, saying it is healthy, but he wants coffee again for some reason today.”

Xiao Wang carefully put the coffee on the table, and tentatively asked, "Mr. Zhao, do you have something on your mind? One more person can help, maybe my stupid head can share a little bit." Zhao Cong sighed,

"You can't help me with emotional problems." Xiao Wang became interested when he heard it. "I am the best at emotional problems. I used to be a master of emotions and a little expert in tricks."

Zhao Cong snorted disdainfully, and didn't expect him to be of help, "Okay, then let me ask you, how can I get him into your house?"

Xiao Wang smiled confidently, and approached Zhao Cong courteously to talk about his strategy, "Okay! You, don't say that this idea is not bad, it will be of your benefit when things are done, haha! It seems There are still a lot of talents in the company." "A strong general has no weak soldiers, follow the right boss!" Xiao Wang quickly flattered.

In the evening, just after evening self-study, Yuan Xiaobai received a call from Zhao Cong. He hesitated for a while and pressed to answer. A strange voice came from the phone, "Mr. Yuan, is your friend drunk? Are you drunk?" His nearest contact, can you come over and take him back, please?" Yuan Xiaobai hesitated

"Well, I'm going to trouble you, I'll go right away"

Yuan Xiaobai thought to himself again, the last time it happened was a bit embarrassing, besides, it always felt weird that he was a freshman mixed with a mature man who was several years older than him.

Just when Yuan Xiaobai was frowning and hesitating, Dingling, a text message came, which was the address, and Yuan Xiaobai couldn't care less about it, so he hurriedly asked his classmate Jiang Jingbo to ask for leave from the counselor, and took a taxi according to the address in the text message. When he got there, the waiter waiting outside led him in, and he saw Zhao Cong lying on the table, probably unconscious from drinking.

Yuan Xiaobai stepped forward and shook him

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"

Seeing that Zhao Cong's face was pressed tightly against the table and there was no response, he tried to pull him up, but Zhao Cong was taller and much stronger than him, and it was difficult to even pull him up from the chair, let alone help him up and walk Yes, Yuan Xiaobai was both angry and helpless. He looked at the single tableware on the table, and his anger subsided a little.

"Drink like this alone?"

The waiter hurried over to help, "Mr. Yuan, here are the keys to this gentleman's car. The car is in the eighth parking space of the garage."

Yuan Xiaobai took the key hesitantly, turned around and walked towards the garage, Zhao Cong secretly gave Xiaowang a thumbs up, and continued to play dead.

A few minutes later, Yuan Xiaobai came back and called the waiter to help the drunk Zhao Cong into the car.

"Master, Garden District, Room 301, [-]rd Floor, Unit [-], Building [-], Sorry for your trouble."

Zhao Cong was lying on the back seat and suddenly felt something was wrong when Yuan Xiaobai's voice came from above his head

"I don't know how to drive, it just so happens that the hotel has a substitute driver." Then he closed the car door with a bang and left.

"What, let's go?" Zhao Cong broke down in his heart, "Damn it, I have been tossing all night, drinking again, and making offerings with the waiter, and the bamboo basket is empty? I just want to eat a piece of tofu. Is it so difficult? , ah ah ah!"

The driver listened to the frantic voice behind him in horror, thinking it was a drunk man, driving the car without looking sideways.