So cute, can't help it

It was a few years ago that He Qing came to Deyi Restaurant, and the boss couldn't remember his appearance.

He Qing was tall and tall. After taking off his coat, he was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt with bulging muscles. The boss was worried that someone was here to make trouble, so he looked at He Qing's back several times through the cash register.

He Qing stood by the table, not knowing what to say: "Bribe me?"

"That's what he told me when he came to me." Coach Wu pulled the wine back and refilled it: "The kid asked me several times. Knowing that he was motion sick, he hurried over to find me by car. Didn't you see that? When he got out of the car, his face was pale...it was very distressing."

He Qing looked at the little boy lying on the table.

The tabletop was hard and cold, and the little boy didn't sleep comfortably. His shoulders were shrunk, his face was buried in his arms, and the smell of alcohol sprayed all over his coat.

He Qing reached out and pressed down the coat, exposing the little boy's mouth and nose so he could breathe: "How did you tell him?"

"Of course I told you the truth." Coach Wu put on an expression of "I can't understand you if you are my brother", and pretended to say: "I will let him take the initiative to be soft with you and act like a baby with you."

He Qing: "...?"

Why doesn't he know what he likes?

He Qing: "It's gone?"

Coach Wu: "No more."

Coach Wu asked curiously: "Why, how did the kid offend you?"

"No." He Qing probably understood what was going on: "Don't talk nonsense in front of him from now on."

Coach Wu: "?"

Why did he blame him again?

Coach Wu was aggrieved, and just about to refute, the little boy who was lying quietly on his stomach suddenly moved, slowly raised his arms, and sat up straight in the seat.

The little boy was obviously still drunk, his eyelids drooped slightly, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't find the focus.

Coach Wu saw that he sat up and didn't move for a long time, tentatively stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Little friend, can you recognize people clearly?"

The little boy subconsciously tilted his head to look over, his eyelashes curled up, and the end of his eyes was slightly red.

"Old He." Coach Wu patted He Qing on the shoulder: "Your kid is pretty good when he's drunk."

Of course He Qing knew that Fang Shu didn't make noise when he was drunk.

He Qing ignored him, bent down, and looked at the little boy in front of him who was still shorter than him: "Are you uncomfortable?"

The little boy turned his face back, raised his neck and stared blankly at him for a few seconds, then quickly turned his head away.

"It's so high..." He Qing heard his soft voice mumbling dissatisfiedly.

"..." He Qing silently lowered his body again, barely making eye contact with the little boy, and asked again patiently: "Is it uncomfortable?"

The little boy lowered his eyes, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"He is so drunk, no matter what you say, he probably won't listen to it." Coach Wu called the boss who was watching the fun, and pointed to Fang Shu: "Is there anything to sober up, give some to the children. The children will go back later and ask for it." Take the car, don't throw up in the car."

The boss and Coach Wu are acquainted, and within the scope of their ability, they will naturally respond to their requests.

The boss turned to the back kitchen and asked the back kitchen to cook a bowl of hangover soup.

Coach Wu said: "Old He, don't stand, sit down, let the children rest more, wake up before leaving."

Even normal people are prone to motion sickness when drunk in a car, let alone Fang Shu, He Qing didn't intend to take Fang Shu away immediately.

He Qing pulled away the seat next to Fang Shu, agreeing with Coach Wu's suggestion.

As soon as he sat down on the seat, the little boy hugged his clothes and jacket, raised his hands and rubbed his ears, and whispered slowly, "... I won't go back."

The voice is still soft and waxy, but the determination can be heard in it.

He Qing asked, "Why don't you go back?"

The little boy closed his mouth, his eyelashes lightly covered his eyes, and his lips were slightly parted, exchanging alcohol-smelling breath with the air.

Just when He Qing thought he didn't say anything anymore, the little boy licked his lips, his tone lowered twice: "Coach He...is angry with me."

He Qing was inexplicable: "Who said that?"

Coach Wu was the first to jump out to prove his innocence: "It's not me."

The little boy didn't speak.

He Qing was silent for half a second: "Not angry."

The little boy frowned delicately, and pursed his mouth, apparently not believing his words, and argued with him with his tongue out: "I'm angry...I broke, broke his baby...He's angry."

Coach Wu was confused: "What baby? When did you have a baby, Hey?"

He and He Qing have known each other for so many years, why have they never heard of it?

"Car." He Qing didn't explain much, just replied to Coach Wu, and then said to the little boy, "I'm not angry."

"You're not him..." After saying a word and being refuted by someone, the little boy who was already in a low mood lost his self-control under the influence of alcohol, and obediently puffed up his cheeks: "You are so annoying."

He Qing: "..."

For the first time in history, someone dared to call He Qing annoying in front of him.

Coach Wu laughed until the owner of the restaurant suspected that he and He Qing were accomplices.

He Qing glanced at him from the end of his eyes, Coach Wu immediately suppressed his breath, lowered his head with a suppressed smile, and pretended to be drinking.

He Qing was too lazy to argue with him, and said with a headache: "He's not angry. He told me himself, he's not angry."

Shake flashed across the little boy's face, he was quiet for two or three seconds, and then shook his head stubbornly: "You lied to me... Brother Jia, Brother Jia said... Coach He's baby hasn't had any problems for many years... By, by me It broke right away..."

Not once, but many times, the lawn will be rolled over by the wheels and become bald.Two days ago, the principal was still in the driving test group and asked which student made the lawn on the training ground.

However, these words must not be said, otherwise the little boy has a burden in his heart, and he should hold on to it.

"Senior brother Jia?" He Qing thought for a while, but he didn't expect who was the senior brother Jia that the little boy was talking about.

Coach Wu said: "It can't be Jia Diyi, right? It seems that Jia Diyi is the only one in Jianan whose surname is Jia."

He Qing: "..."

It really is.

While he was away, Judy taught some nonsense.

He Qing's head hurt even more: "Don't listen to Jia Di's nonsense, my coach car is not made of paper, it's not so easy to break."

The little boy still kept his mouth flat: "It's broken...I've sent it to the garage..."

He Qing: "It's just normal maintenance, it's none of your business."

Coach Wu drank wine, ate peanuts, and listened leisurely to the conversation between the big and the small at the same table.

After listening for a while, Coach Wu also heard some tricks. It is likely that the child did not learn how to drive well, which made He Qing angry.

So early in the morning, she added him to WeChat and chased him like a debt collector, asking him to teach him how to bribe He Qing.

Just as he was thinking, Coach Wu heard the child say softly, "Coach Wu said that he wanted to bribe the coach...to be good, to be obedient, to be smart...I'm not good..."

Coach Wu: "..."

He Qing poked at Coach Wu with a look.

Coach Wu was so frightened that a sip of wine stuck in his throat and he almost choked.

Damn, he retracted his preface, how can a child be so obedient when he is drunk, he dares to sue for anything.

"Injustice." Coach Wu quickly swallowed his wine, and begged He Qing for mercy: "I just said it so fucking casually, so I don't know that he took it seriously. I didn't do it just to make you master and apprentice get along well."

He Qing withdrew his gaze: "You are good."

"I'm disobedient..."

"You are obedient."

"Stupid, no matter how the coach teaches..."

"It's because I didn't teach it well."

……

When the chef prepared the hangover soup and brought it up, the big one and the small one hadn't finished talking.

"The coach definitely doesn't want me anymore..." The little boy held the jacket with both hands, buried the lower half of his face in the clothes, and the corners of his eyes were red.

He Qing sighed in his heart: "I won't want you. He only has you as a student. If he doesn't want you, who will he teach?"

Coach Wu: "..."

Coach Wu couldn't take it anymore: "You master and apprentice are enough. Lao He, you are an adult, what's the difference between you and a drunk kid?"

Is he competing?He Qing squeezed the browbones, took the hangover soup and put it in front of the little boy.

The little boy looked at He Qing, then at the soup bowl, leaned forward and sniffed his nose, then turned his head in disgust.

He Qing picked up the hangover soup, took a spoon and took a spoonful: "Drink it. I'll take you to your coach."

The little boy opened his mouth.

The hangover soup made by the chef of the restaurant is made from boiled mung beans, red beans, black beans and licorice.

He Qing fed the little boy bean soup together, sat for a while, saw that the blush on the little boy's cheeks had almost faded, and asked, "Can I go?"

……

Fang Shu didn't expect the baijiu to have such a strong aftertaste. He only drank half a glass before he became groggy, as if someone planted a ticking bomb in his mind.

At this moment, the drunkenness subsided a little, and Fang Shu also regained some sanity. Although he was still unwell, he could barely recognize people.

Looking at He Qing in front of him, Fang Shu didn't understand why Coach He was here?

"Can I go?" He Qing's deep voice interrupted Fang Shu's thoughts.

Fang Shu's mind was still soaked in alcohol, and he couldn't remember what happened in the middle, so he nodded instinctively.

The daylight is just right, and the sound of car horns is noisy on the street.

When Fang Shu followed He Qing out of the Deyi Restaurant with his coat in his arms, he turned his head and glanced at Coach Wu who was chatting with the boss at the cash register.

What did he come to see Coach Wu for?

Fang Shu rubbed his temples, always feeling that he had forgotten something very important.

At this moment, He Qing, who was walking in front, paused, and took out the vibrating cell phone in his pocket.

"He Qing! Your car is repaired, should you come and drive it away, or should we check it back to the driving school for you?"

The worker in the repair shop is a man with a loud voice. Once he is connected, his penetrating voice can be heard clearly by people around him without the hands-free.

Fang Shu's brain thumped, and his body froze instantly.

"Check it back to the driving school, and Jia Di will sign for it later." After hanging up the phone, He Qing waited until Fang Shu followed.

Turning around to look, the little boy stood there staring at him blankly, his eyes clear and bright.

He Qing: "..."

Well, coaxing for a long time.