After wearing the cannon fodder, stand up the flag crazily

Zhou Sichen put down his phone, stood in front of the coffee machine, and took a sip.

The bitter and mellow taste spread on the tip of the tongue, filled the inner wall of the mouth, and hit the depths of the brain.

After taking a sip, he turned around and walked out of the tea room with his cup in his hand. He was always casual at home, and his clothes were different from the rigorous and meticulous way he was outside the company.

After being wet, the hair hung down on the forehead, covering a pair of deep eyes.

The aunt came out of the yard after cleaning, and happened to see it: "Eldest young master, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."

Mr. Zhou smiled slightly, and said casually, "I'll ask the driver to take you."

The aunt waved her hand: "No, no, I'll take the car by myself, it's very close."

Zhou Sichen didn't force it either: "Go slowly on the road."

"Third young master, go back." Xiao Chen was persuading from behind.

Zhou Yu's face turned dark and pale for a while, thinking that Xiao Chen told Zhou Sichen every word of his conversation with Lin Ziqi, he...

He has a heart attack!

Now he can't bear Zhou Sichen's anger. If Zhou Sichen loses his temper and Long Yan becomes furious, will he still have a chance to live?

Thinking of the ending of the book, he shuddered.

No, no, let him take it easy, let him think of a solution.

Can't go home yet.

Go home and die in the club.

Xiao Chen: "Third Young Master, you have been out for a day, if you don't go back, President Zhou will scold you."

Zhou Yu stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked him, "Brother, did you call?"

Xiao Chen: "No."

"That's fine." Zhou Yu grabbed Xiao Chen's wrist and walked forward, "If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home, so don't even try to run away!"

hateful.

As a man, Zhou Yu's first thought was to drink away his worries.

He is very bald now, and there is really no solution.

Damn Lin Ziqi, you screwed me to death.

Damn the original author, he sold me and I counted the money for him, what the hell!

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, the stupefaction that really appeared on the surface.

He is usually expressionless and paralyzed, and his tone of voice is not inferior to that of the robot series. Although the full range of services is in place, he is too cold.

Zhou Yu's hands were very white and tender, as if he hadn't done heavy work.

At this moment, he didn't use much force in grabbing his wrist, and he could easily break free with Xiao Chen's strength.

But after thinking about it, he didn't break free.

Zhou Yu didn't go to the bar, but found a food stall on the side of the street. The decoration belonged to the kind of down-to-earth greenhouse construction. The greasy cooking, the smell of cigarettes, the sweetness and bitterness of beer, and all kinds of human voices were mixed together. , forming the unique pyrotechnic atmosphere of the night market.

Xiao Chen was quite surprised: "The third young master also came to this kind of place."

Zhou Yu glanced at him sideways, he didn't know if he had been here before, but when he was studying, he often came here for dinner with his roommates.

You definitely can't tell the truth, but you still have to pretend to be coercive.

Zhou Yu smiled evilly: "Where have I never been?"

Xiao Chen: "...Third Young Master is right."

The two ordered some snacks and several bottles of beer on the table. Zhou Yu opened the bottle with one hand and drank a glass directly.

Xiao Chen didn't drink.

"I can't drink." Xiao Chen insisted, "I still have to drive."

Zhou Yu sighed: "Can you find a substitute driver, you are really boring."

How boring he is alone!

The alcohol content of the beer is not high, and Zhou Yu is not very drunk after drinking three or four bottles, but the night is sultry, and he should be confused.

Under the moonlight, he lay on the table and looked at Xiao Chen's profile. From his perspective, it was a standard 45 degrees.

Xiao Chen, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, traditional appearance, looks like a person who is not very smart, but in fact... Several question marks appeared in Zhou Yu's head.

He really didn't seem to know Xiao Chen's background, he didn't even know his name.

unwise!

"You, hiccup..." Zhou Yu covered his mouth, "What's your name?"

Xiao Chen looked at him and said nothing.

"It's impossible to call it Xiao Chen. Do you have the surname Xiao? No. If so, please slap me in the face, thank you."

Zhou Yu babbled all by himself.

Xiao Chen said lightly, "My surname is Chen."

"What's your name?" Zhou Yu laughed.

The young man's eyebrows are open and his smile is bright, hiding in the fireworks.

Xiao Chen slightly lowered his head, not daring to look directly: "Turn it upside down."

Zhou Yu: "...Huh?"

what do you mean.

Xiao Chen didn't want to repeat it.

Zhou Yu took another sip of wine, as if Ren and Du were suddenly connected: "Ah, the other way around, Xiao Chen?"

Xiao Chen's face darkened: "..."

Zhou Yu was silent: "..."

The attitudes of the two were very tacit, but Zhou Yu broke the quietness of this tacit understanding. He raised his eyebrows and looked drunk: "Why, because you are the youngest in the family?"

Xiao Chen's face darkened a few more degrees, and Zhou Yu knew he had guessed right.

"That's a nice name." In his world, there was a handsome male star in ancient costume, who was also called this, but it was just a homonym.

Perhaps because of nostalgia, Zhou Yu was imaginative: "If you follow the arrangement in your family, the eldest brother is on Monday, the second brother is on Tuesday, and I am on Wednesday, right?"

Xiao Chen: "Third Young Master, don't make fun of Mr. Zhou and Second Young Master, they will be upset."

Zhou Yu nodded: "Yes, you will sue."

Xiao Chen earnestly said: "I'm asking for instructions."

He has been with Zhou Sichen for ten years, and this year will be exactly ten years.

He would not refuse to listen to what Zhou Sichen asked him to do, and he would remember it in his heart for a long time.

There were fewer and fewer people in the stall, and Zhou Yu fell asleep directly on the table.

The blush on his face was obvious, Xiao Chen was worried if he had a fever, after all, he had a criminal record, but when he stretched out his hand to probe, he felt uncomfortable, and slowly withdrew his hand.

The next second, the phone in his pocket rang, and it was Assistant Hu Te.

"Where is the third young master?"

Zhou Yu was lying on the table with his arms folded, half of his face exposed, Xiao Chen stared at his rosy cheeks, and said, "He's drunk."

Assistant Hu Te didn't speak for a while, but there was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

There was a different person on the phone.

"Sleep?"

Zhou Sichen's voice seemed to come from deep in the mountains.

Xiao Chen clenched the edge of the phone: "I can't wake up."

Zhou Sichen hummed, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll pick him up, there's no need to wake him up."

After Xiao Chen hung up the phone, he felt a little embarrassed.

They said they were not allowed to wake up, but the streets here are narrow, and it is impossible to drive in a car, and Zhou Yu can't walk.

Xiao Chen struggled for a while, but finally he took Zhou Yu's arm and put it on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I offended you, Third Young Master."

Zhou Yu half-opened his eyes slowly, his eyes were hazy, and he couldn't see clearly. His throat was a little dry. After licking his lips, he touched a thick shoulder.

He muttered: "You want to hug me, my God, this is the first time someone hugs me, come here."

Xiao Chen: "..."

Zhou Yu noticed something was wrong, and asked again: "Why don't you carry me? Forget it, I'm not used to crossing my legs, it's so tiring."