Rational derailment

Miller was woken by the sound of water in the bathroom.

I touched the phone and looked at the time. It was only 34:[-]. You know, they just fell asleep after two o'clock.He got up and poured himself a glass of wine. The dizziness caused by the hangover made him not even want to smoke.

The sound of water was still rushing, and Miller saw another water glass on the table, and the painkiller beside the glass.Two new short messages were displayed on Wu Si's cell phone, and on the hanger beside the bed was a set of ironed suits.

Obviously, he ordered the front desk to iron the clothes for him early in the morning and sent them over.

After drinking all the water in the glass, Miller continued to lie back on the bed, pressing his swollen temples.He drank some wine last night, but he couldn't compare with what Wu Si was poured down. Then he was so hungover, how could he not respond?How effective is it to swallow painkillers on an empty stomach?

After a while, the sound of the water stopped, and Wu Si came out wrapped in a towel, his hair still dripping.Seeing Miller sitting on the bed, he froze for a moment, then continued to wipe his hair with a towel.

"Woke you up? I'm sorry, I'll finish it in a while." The implication is that I will finish it right away, and you can continue to sleep.

"Today at noon, I have an appointment with investors for dinner, you can go with me."

Wu Si, who was flipping through the text messages on his mobile phone, froze for a moment, put down his mobile phone, and looked at Miller on the bed behind him from the mirror. The latter did not avoid, and looked directly into his eyes. Their eyes were glued together through the reflection of the mirror. , like a silent battle.

Wu Si's eyebrows slowly moved closer. "I have something to do today."

Finally having the urge to smoke, Miller took out a cigarette, took out a lighter and lit it, and at the moment when the flames lit up, he said lightly, "What about DF Company?"

"Correct."

"Push it."

"..." Wu Si can almost confirm that Miller doesn't like him being with Jing Mo. A man is possessive instinctively. His things should belong to him, regardless of whether he likes them or not.Therefore, no matter how much Miller doesn't care about Wu Si's private life on the surface, he must care deeply in his heart. "Miller, this is boring."

Yes, their agreement doesn't mean Wus completely sold himself to Miller.

"What's interesting and what's boring?" Miller took a puff of smoke, but there was no smile on his face, "You think too much. I hope you don't forget your status before thinking about things that you have. It's my special assistant, and the dinner at noon today is your job scope, I don't think you are a person who can't distinguish between public and private."

The matter with DF Company is your private matter, and your main job now is to assist me, not there, so don't get the priorities wrong.

"I see." Looking away from the mirror, Wu Si continued to wipe his hair, with no expression on his face.

"Wake me up at 10:30."

"Yeah." Wu Si put down the towel to wipe his hair. His hair was curled up due to excessive kneading, but he didn't care. He picked up his phone and walked back to the bathroom again.

After quietly smoking the cigarette, Miller felt much more awake, but the dull pain in the back of his head caused by the hangover still made him uncomfortable.Wu Si still didn't come out of the bathroom, the phone call was really long enough.

Calling the front desk to get some hangover medicine, Miller got up and knocked on the bathroom door, "If you don't mind, you can come out and make a phone call, and I can take a shower."

The bathroom door was opened, and Wu Si had already hung up the phone.

After a brief rinse, in less than ten minutes, when Miller went out again, the hangover medicine had already been delivered, and Wu Si actually changed into his suit and looked like he was about to leave.

Picking up a sober pill and swallowing it, Miller teased Wu Si, "Are you going to wait for me in the club outside? Or are you waiting for me in the car?"

Now the time is eight o'clock, the dinner is about 11:30, Wu Si needs to wake up Miller at 10:30, two and a half hours, the places he can go are limited, at least it is definitely unrealistic to go back to the villa, etc. Back and forth is more than this time.

"I'll find a coffee shop to eat."

"There are no cafes open now." Taking off his bathrobe, Miller didn't mind showing his body in front of Wu Si at all, and got into bed. Miller didn't care about Wu Si any more.

It seemed like a long time before Miller heard a soft sigh, followed by the sound of undressing, and finally the mattress beside him sank, and someone lay back on the bed again.

On the way to the restaurant, it was Miller who drove the car, saying that the alcohol in Wu Si's body had not yet fermented, and he was driving under the influence of alcohol. For the safety of his life, he should do it.

Wu Si, who was sitting in the passenger seat, wanted to swear, so I was driving under the influence of alcohol. Don't you?Didn't see you drank sugar water yesterday.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the waiter led them to the box, and Miller began to order.

Wu Si has been looking at the environment here, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the most common private kitchen, not suitable for meeting clients.Sure enough, after a while, the dishes were served one after another. Miller was not polite, picked up the spoon and started to drink the soup.

"Don't wait for the investors?" Wu Si's words were somewhat tricky.

Miller put down the spoon, wiped his lower lip gracefully, picked up the phone, flipped it twice casually, without even shaking his eyelids, "Oh, he can't come because of something."

If it weren't for Wu Si's good education, he would definitely throw the plate of steak in front of Miller's face right now.

Cutting the steak desperately, Wu Sifang vented his anger by treating the steak as Miller's meat.

"You have a problem with your attitude." Miller stopped the knife and fork, took a sip of the white wine, and looked at Wu Si, who was full of displeasure.

"What's the problem?" You are the one with the problem in your heart!

"Eat with the boss, even if you don't want to, you can't show the boss' face. As a gold medal assistant, don't you know this truth?"

The knife for cutting the steak made an ear-piercing sound as it slashed across the plate. Miller frowned, and Wu Si put down the knife and fork directly.

"I'm sorry." Wu Si said very seriously, but without the slightest sincerity, and the dissatisfaction on his face also subsided a little, "Then may I ask the boss, what are the other arrangements?"

"There will be a very important party next week. Accompany me to buy a set of clothes, make a styling and do some nursing care by the way."

"...Okay." Gritting his teeth, he was really not at all embarrassed.

"Besides, you look a little bad, and it's not appropriate to stand next to me. I'll ask the designer to help you remake it." Miller said it calmly, as if it was an ordinary assignment.

"...The sloppy look embarrasses you, I'm so sorry." Wu Si wished he could tear the man opposite him into pieces, knowing that it would take at least five or six hours to go to the salon for a look!The willingness to throw Miller into the salon and leave by himself was ruthlessly stripped away.

Fuck you, Miller.