bro i was wrong

The nanny let out a bit of embarrassment, and tactfully explained to the young master that he didn't prepare this dish today, and then discussed with him in a good voice, whether it is possible to eat it tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhou Mu, who was usually mild-tempered and good-tempered, didn't know what was wrong. With her head drooping and her mouth pursed, she refused to speak, holding Dafu by her hand, and stood at the porch to compete with the nanny.

Several adults looked at each other, not knowing what was wrong with him, but Dafu was so blessed that he raised his head and shook Jiang Xingxing's hand: "Brother, can we invite Zhou Mu to eat Ningjiao at home?"

Xiao Zhou Mu lowered his head, but his eyes lit up.

But Jiang Xingxing refused without even thinking about it: "That won't work, he's already home, and his family will take care of him."

Dafu blinked: "Oh...but..."

At this moment, Xiao Zhou Mu let go of her hand, turned around and walked to the living room without saying a word.Looking from the small back, there is an inexplicably lonely taste.

Zhou Xie drank a whole glass of high-grade liquor without changing his face, exhaled lightly amidst the applause, and put on a seemingly impeccable smiling face with the help of the warm atmosphere, and greeted the middle-aged man beside him. The young man said: "Uncle Ren, you and my dad have known each other for so many years, there is no doubt about the relationship between you two!"

He seems to have drunk too much, his eyes are a little straight, his upper body is shaking a little, and his tongue is a little big, but he is still talking endlessly: "My dad is about to leave... before going abroad, tell me,' If you have anything to do, you can find Lao Ren'. I was thinking, can I not find you if there is nothing to do? You are my uncle! I have nothing to do with my uncle to have a meal or a drink, can't I?"

Speaking of this, he paused, refilled his glass of wine leisurely, and raised it up: "This glass of wine is toast to my uncle."

Just when he raised the cup to his lips, and was about to take a sip for the fourth time, the middle-aged man whom he called "Uncle Ren" finally raised his hand, and lightly pressed his wrist with two fingers: "Okay, big nephew. Xiao Drinking Yiqing, you drink too much, how can we still talk?"

This dog/day, finally let go.

Zhou Xie heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He slapped his wrist and immediately got off the donkey. He said with a smile, "My Uncle Ren still loves me." Then he waved his hand, swept across the table filled with the guests he had called, and said with feigned anger , "You guys are watching a show here..."

Those accompanying guests couldn't understand what he meant, so they quickly laughed along with them, pushing the atmosphere around the table to a climax again.

Amidst the noise of pushing cups and changing glasses, Zhou Xie whispered something to the person next to him, then picked up his mobile phone, and staggered out of the private room.

Someone behind him reminded him with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, the bathroom is here!"

Zhou Xie's footsteps were a little wobbly, but he didn't stop, he just shook his hands, as if he was already drunk and couldn't understand what he said.

In the public bathroom at the end of the corridor, Zhou Xie stepped in and locked the bathroom door behind his back.

Not long after, the suppressed sound of vomiting came from the cubicle, accompanied by the coughing of tears.In the end, there was nothing to vomit, only a heart-wrenching retch.Zhou Xie crouched there, bitter in his mouth, wondering if he had vomited all his bile.

After a while, Zhou Xie bowed, leaned on the door of the compartment, walked slowly to the sink, picked up a handful of cold water, and splashed it directly on his face.

The water droplets slid along his sharp jaw line to his chin, merged into a stream, and fell densely to his chest, wetting the front of his shirt.

He bowed slightly, put his hands on the sink, slowly gathered his fingers together and clenched them into fists.

The mobile phone placed aside vibrated, and the screen lit up. It was another elder in the private room who asked him why he hadn't gone back yet, and it was time to finish.

Zhou Xie raised her head, straightened her waist slowly, shook off the water on her hands, looked at her pale face in the mirror, and thought absurdly for no reason.

He picked up his phone and sent Lao Song a WeChat message.

When Lao Song went to pick up Jiang Xingxing as ordered, Jiang Xingxing had just put Dafu to sleep, and opened the door for Lao Song with his wet hair.

As soon as he heard that the boss was looking for him, he quickly dragged his mother out of the bed downstairs to take care of Dafu, put on his clothes and followed Lao Song away.

On the way, Jiang Xingxing asked Lao Song strangely what the boss wanted him for so late, but Lao Song shrugged his shoulders, like sawing a gourd, and said back and forth: "You will know when you arrive."

With a question mark on his forehead, Jiang Xingxing was sent by Lao Song to the hotel where Zhou Xie was staying. He happened to see Zhou Xie standing at the door of the hotel to see off the guests. He took off his suit jacket and put it on his arm. Three buttons were unbuttoned. Wrinkling is evident.

He was saying goodbye to a lady in her 40s. He opened the car door for her with a smile, and stood on the edge of the car door talking to her for a long time before letting her go.

After he sent everyone away one by one, a low-key black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of him. Jiang Xingxing got out of the car, walked up to him and looked him up and down: "Boss, are you looking for me?"

He walked in a hurry without tying up his hair. A breeze blew and blew the ends of his hair. The aroma of jasmine-flavored shampoo floated into Zhou Xie's nose along with the breeze. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

At this moment, his stomach suddenly shrank, as if someone had used an electric drill to cut a hole in it, causing him to grunt in pain, bowed his body, almost couldn't stand up, and staggered a bit.

When he fell forward, Jiang Xingxing felt his heart being pulled, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick him up. Zhou Xie's tall 1.9-meter body jumped on him and almost brought him down with him.

Fortunately, Lao Song saw that something was wrong, so he got out of the car quickly, and helped him into the car with Jiang Xingxing.

Jiang Xingxing supported Zhou Xie's shoulders from behind, and asked in his ear, "Boss, do you need to go to the hospital?"

Zhou Xie shook his head, curled up and leaned his head on his shoulder.

"Lamb," he said, "go home."

In the car, Zhou Xie kept his eyes closed and rested.At the dinner just now, he drank at least a catty and a half of liquor, and after vomiting it back, he drank about six taels on an empty stomach, and then his stomach began to hurt like a pinprick, which intensified. When he saw off the guests just now, he almost I can't stand.

The car smelled heavily of alcohol, and Jiang Xingxing felt like he could get drunk just by smelling it.He looked at Zhou Xie with some worry, seeing such a big man curled up in the car, with his head resting on his body, one hand covering his stomach, his face was as white as a piece of paper.

His stomach must be hurting again, Jiang Xingxing thought.

"Boss, do you have a stomachache? Is there any medicine at home?"

Zhou Xie didn't speak.At this moment, his stomach felt as if someone was beating it repeatedly with a big hammer, without stopping for a moment, the pain was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Seeing that something was wrong, Jiang Xingxing quickly told Lao Song to go to the hospital, but at this moment Zhou Xie uttered a few words from between his teeth: "Family...family doctor...doctor."

Jiang Xingxing understood. He dug out the phone's address book, called up the contact information he had just saved for a day, and called the doctor.

After clarifying the situation on the phone, he almost arrived at Zhou Xie's house.At this time, Zhou Xie's alcohol also picked up, and he became not sober, slumped on the back seat like a puddle of mud, repeating a sentence in his mouth: "The lamb...go home."

"Okay, okay, go home. Xiao Yang will take you home."

Together with Lao Song, Jiang Xingxing dragged the tall and strong Zhou Xie out of the car and helped him into the living room.

The nanny came out of the kitchen and asked if he needed to make some hangover soup. Jiang Xingxing thought about it, ordered a cup of warm milk, sat on the sofa, held Zhou Xie's chin, and fed him bit by bit.

"Yes, swallow it down, this is milk, it feels better after drinking... Well, Xiao Yang is here, I am Xiao Yang... Yes, you are at home, you are already home..."

Drinking a glass of milk was full of twists and turns, and Jiang Xingxing was so tired that he broke out in a cold sweat.At this moment, Xiao Zhou Mu heard the voice, came down from upstairs in his pajamas, stood beside Jiang Xingxing, and looked at them both curiously.

Seeing him coming down, the nanny quickly brought out a bowl of steamed eggs with milk from the kitchen, and coaxed him nicely: "Young master, just take a bite, if you don't eat, you won't be able to sleep at night."

Jiang Xingxing was taken aback, then turned to ask the nanny, "Has he not had dinner yet?"

The nanny nodded with a bitter face, "I have to eat water chestnuts, but I have to watch him again, so I can't go out to buy..."

At this time, Zhou Xie, who was sitting on the sofa, opened his eyes. He pinched Jiang Xingxing's chin forcefully, forced his face to his side, and said, "Don't look at him, look at me."

The tone was very aggressive, as if angry.

Jiang Xingxing: "..."

Xiao Zhou Mu pushed away the steamed egg that the nanny held in front of him, and pulled at the hem of Jiang Xingxing's T-shirt: "Brother Dafu, did you eat water chestnut at night?"

Jiang Xingxing freed his chin from Zhou Xie's big hand, lowered his head and told him the truth: "No, I heard that you can't eat water chestnut, and Dafu said she wouldn't eat it either."

Xiao Zhou Mu was visibly happy: "Then what did she eat?"

Jiang Xingxing: "Do you eat whatever she eats?"

Xiao Zhou Mu nodded vigorously.

Jiang Xingxing pointed to the bowl in the nanny's hand, and lied to the child calmly: "Steam eggs."

He thought to himself: Xiao Mian, I can't fool you yet.

But Xiao Zhou Mu frowned: "That's not right. Dafu Niu came to eat rice, and she didn't drink Niu again."

Jiang Xingxing: "..."

Careless.

Wait, how did he know? !

At this moment, Zhou Xie's hands were dishonest, and he wanted to break his chin, but after all, he was too drunk to move, so Jiang Xingxing grabbed his wrist and pinned him behind him.

"Don't make trouble." He said, "I didn't see me coaxing your brother to eat."

Little Zhou Mu stared straight at Jiang Xingxing, like a puppy, "Brother Dafu, she..."

"Noodles." Jiang Xingxing pulled away Zhou Xie's hand that was scribbling on his back, and decided to tell the truth, "We eat noodles."

He was only focused on talking to Xiao Zhou Mu, but he didn't realize that he directly held Zhou Xie's hand.

Xiao Zhou Mu: "I want to eat too."

The nanny groaned and got up to go to the kitchen, but Xiao Zhou Mu said to Jiang Xingxing, "I want to eat what you made."

Jiang Xingxing: "..."

Zhou Xie suddenly sat up straight from the sofa. He lowered his head and glanced at the hands they were holding. After realizing that it was not an illusion, a smirk appeared on his face that seemed very stupid.

He looked at Jiang Xingxing's profile, and slowly, slowly put his chin on Jiang Xingxing's shoulder, imitating Xiao Zhou Mu's tone and said, "I want to eat too."

I don't know if it was intentional, Zhou Xie swept Jiang Xingxing's earlobe with the smell of alcohol, which directly stimulated him to shiver in the summer, and goosebumps crawled all over his body again.

Jiang Xingxing: "..."

These two brothers, really!