Who hasn't loved a few scumbags

This project has just started, and the celebration banquet was extremely high. I don't know if Cui Hua'an will make such a generous effort to cheer up all the staff after the terminal building is completed.First hire a taxi for the lesbians to take them home, and then grab the newcomers and men and pack the drunk boss and boss back.Song Jianian walked out of the bar alone with his overcoat.

On a November day, cold winds are blowing everywhere, and it is bone-chillingly cold.However, Song Jianian felt that his whole body was hot, especially his face, which was so hot that it was like a fire.

He has already achieved great success in drinking, and he is no longer the three-drinking drinker he used to be.He drank a lot tonight, although it was not so bad that he couldn't see the road clearly, he was still a little drunk.Suddenly a car stopped beside him, and the smell of gasoline wafted in the wind. Song Jianian couldn't smell that smell, and would feel sick when he smelled it. He used to suffer a lot from chasing buses.His stomach was turning upside down, he couldn't bear the smell, squatted on the side of the street and started to vomit, throwing up the dirt from the car's tires.

Once I vomited, the stamina of the alcohol came up. The more I vomited, the more dizzy my head became, and I couldn't see things clearly.

He vaguely heard the figure of the car door opening, and someone handed him a bottle of water and a handkerchief.

"Why are you drinking so much again?"

"sorry."

Song Jianian felt that he must have passed out from drinking, otherwise how could he have hallucinated Song Hanyu's voice, and he subconsciously said sorry.He unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, wet the handkerchief to cool his face, rinsed his mouth again, and finally felt better.

"Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"No, no, I can go back by myself." Song Jianian slapped away the hand that was pulling his arm, hugged his aching head, squatted on the ground and refused to get up.

"What are you being coquettish about, hurry up and get up."

"I have a headache."

"Then you should go home."

"Well...go home...don't go home..." Song Jianian murmured in a low voice, raised his head to look at the man standing beside him, against the light, it was even more difficult to distinguish his face, but he always felt so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar : "Brother Yu?"

"Well, get in the car."

Song Jianian was pulled up in a daze and stuffed into the car. He felt a warm air blowing towards his face. He leaned against a warm body and his eyelids were clenched.

"elder brother?"

"Ah."

"Don't go home... I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep for a while... I'm home, call me when I get home..."

"Go to sleep."

………………

When Song Jianian woke up, the first thing he saw was a familiar ceiling, and then he had a hangover headache.He rubbed his head and got up from the bed, put on his coat and went out. The huge decorative clock hanging on the wall of the living room showed that it was 21:[-] Beijing time.

What's going on, yesterday he obviously left the bar gate alone, who sent him back?

"Are you awake?" The person sitting on the sofa in the living room saw him come out and said something.

"Yeah." Song Jia responded in a young voice, took a cup and went to the kitchen to pour water.After drinking water, go back to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your hands.

"Don't you have to go to work today, sleep so late."

"No, take a day off and go to Suzhou on business tomorrow."

"I'm on a business trip again. I go out every three days. But Suzhou is not far away, so you can come back to sleep at night even if you want to."

"A Ming, was it my colleague who sent me back yesterday?" Song Jianian poked his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.He didn't remember much about what happened after he got drunk, he only knew that he seemed to have met Brother Yu.But that should be unlikely.

"I don't know about this. You can ask Pingchang when he comes back from get off work. He was on vigil yesterday."

"Watch? What did you do?"

"No reason, just stick to the raw meat. I couldn't bear it anymore and went to sleep for a while, but the son of a bitch didn't wake me up, causing me to miss the live broadcast. I really want to strangle him."

Song Jianian rolled his eyes speechlessly, and went back to brush his teeth.

He is now sharing a high-end apartment with others, and the rent is shared equally. The other two roommates are three or four years younger than him. One is a salesman in a foreign-funded enterprise, and the other is a full-time writer in SOHO.With them, Song Jianian always felt that he really couldn't keep up with the pace of the times, it was just a few years behind and he couldn't understand their communication world, what kind of ghosts, animals, big tits, one shot, etc. He didn't understand anything.Fortunately, they both have good personalities, and they haven't had any major disputes after living together for two or three years.

After Song Jianian washed up, he dug out the milk from the refrigerator, and fried eggs for breakfast.He glanced at the TV, and saw words constantly floating on the screen.Basically [233333] [hahahahaha] [Did the heroine kill the stylist’s family] [The president is cool, handsome and domineering 233333] [Help, I’m going to be defeated by this plot] [The screenwriter, come out, I want to fight to the death with you] Such words.

"What are you looking at?" Song Jianian couldn't help asking.

Ah Ming is a well-known Internet writer, and he is the most fashionable person about the Internet in the apartment. Basically, Song Jianian doesn't quite understand the catchphrases he speaks.He has published several books, and the response has been very good. I heard that one of them will be made into a TV series recently.

"On How to Contract Fish Ponds"

"Huh? There's this TV show?"

Song Jianian felt it was strange and ran over to watch it together. After watching it for a few minutes, he realized that it was just an ordinary idol drama.Soon, Song Jianian lost interest.

"Why do you suddenly see this, isn't it the most annoying thing usually?"

"I'm vaccinating myself. Isn't my book going to be filmed in a TV series? I've read other people's books and it's been changed to pieces, so I won't vomit blood when I read my own. This is called self. comfort."

"The filming is about to start? Congratulations."

"Congratulations, you don't let me participate in the adaptation of the script. I don't like it at all. The ghost knows what it will look like." Ah Ming stared at the TV with a bitter face, and suddenly seemed to think of something, Turn around and stare at Song Jianian.

"What...what's the matter, look at me like this."

"Tell you something, Brother Nian." Ah Ming hugged the quilt and moved to Song Jianian's side: "Don't be angry."

"You haven't said anything yet, how do you know I'm going to be angry?"

"The thing is like this. My novel was written four years ago. It was about how a short and poor construction man hooked up with Bai Fumei. At that time, I hadn't met you before, and then I published the first one, because It sold well, so the editor asked me to write the second part. When I wrote the second part, I moved into the apartment. Then when I was writing, I thought about getting a tall, rich and handsome supporting role to set off the main character, and I just thought of it you."

Song Jianian is embarrassing...

"However, you have to believe in my personality. I love you, Brother Nian, so in my book you are definitely a diamond king and fifth-level handsome guy. Loved by everyone, car meets car, and flowers bloom when flowers bloom. The kind that girls and men want to have sex with you."

Song Jianian is even more embarrassing...

"Why don't you just say that I am RMB?"

"Hey, you are more attractive than RMB! That's it."

"What shameful things have you done? Hurry up and tell the truth, or I will punish you physically."

"No, really, I just wrote you in as a prototype, I really didn't do anything else."

"You just write it, why do you have to tell me?"

Ah Ming sat up straight in an instant, grabbed Song Jianian's arm, and said righteously: "So I really want to ask Brother Nian to do me a favor, and you must promise me."

Song Jianian glanced at Ah Ming suspiciously, "Tell me what it is first."

"Can you go to the set with me?"

"No." Song Jianian refused very quickly.

"Why, give me a reason!" Ah Ming made an expression of "abandoned woman".

"I'm going to Suzhou tomorrow, how could I go to that crew with you?"

"Oh...then you can rest assured that the crew is in Suzhou."

"..." Song Jianian was speechless for a while: "Are you deliberately plotting against me?"

"How is it possible! I just came up with this idea when I heard that you were on a business trip in Suzhou. I won't bother you too much, I just want the director to meet you and find an actor with similar temperament as you."

Song Jianian thought for a while, "Okay, I will stay in Suzhou for a while, and you will come to me when the time comes."

Ah Ming hugged Song Jianian and shouted, "Long live! Brother Nian, I love you."

"If you love me, you can avoid it, and you are not allowed to write me in novels in the future! Do you understand?"

"As ordered!"

Even if Song Jianian was killed, he wouldn't have thought that this bastard named Ah Ming would actually use him as a model to write a novel, and when he thought that the novel would soon be made into a TV series and broadcast nationwide, he would feel that he had been cheated miserably.

Just when Wang Pingchang came back, Song Jianian hurriedly changed the subject.

"Pingchang, do you know who sent me back yesterday?"

Wang Pingchang stayed up all night yesterday and worked another morning. Now he looks pale, wishing he could go to bed immediately.

"Yesterday? Oh, yesterday you fell asleep and a man called me to come downstairs to pick you up. Strange, I don't know that man, why does he have my cell phone number?"

"Not my colleague?"

"No, he's driving a million-dollar Maybach luxury car, oh, and he's a handsome guy, a super handsome guy." Speaking of this, Wang Pingchang suddenly became energetic, and rushed to Song Jianian's side, impatiently asking: "Year after year Guoguo, when did you know such a number one person. He is really tall, rich and handsome, the group of second-generation killers in the second bar is an earth, please introduce!"

"what……"

"Brother Nian?"

After Song Jianian was stunned for a moment, he couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

It's really Brother Yu... Let him see himself drunk again... I really want to die...

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