Zhiming quietly accompanied Xingyu, during which he sent a message to Jiaojiao: ¡¾Haney, it's nice to know you since the womb. ¡¿
Until Xingyu drank and fell asleep completely, Zhiming helped Xingyu up, put his arms on his shoulders, carried Xingyu back to the dormitory, threw him on the bed, and covered him with the quilt.
The next morning, as soon as Xingyu opened his eyes, he saw Xiaoyao and Lao Xiang standing at the head of his bed and staring at him intently.
Xingyu rubbed his swollen temples, with a confused look on his face: "Why are you looking at me so early in the morning?"
Xiaoyao and Lao Xiang looked at each other and said in unison: "What did you do last night? Why did you smell of alcohol?"
Xingyu rubbed his face, the memory in his brain was slowly flowing back.
Just at this moment, Zhiming woke up, and said in a daze: "He is broken, can he still remember why he smelled of alcohol?"
"Thenthen did he say anything drunk? Can you get a clue from it?" Old Xiang asked with a gossip.
Zhiming turned over and prepared to continue to catch up on sleep: "Probably because the student union has a lot of work, and there is no chance to fall in love, so I drank my worries by drinking alone."
"Promise! Doesn't he like games? Does e-sports need love?" Xiaoyao said with a nuzzle.
"Promise! Isn't it good to learn from him?" Lao Xiang looked at Xingyu who was still recovering fragments of memory with a look of hatred, as if he joined Xiaoyao's camp just after turning over two pages of the book last night, in the king's match game It's not like him to kill the red-eyed person!
Xingyu didn't make a sound.
At this time, Zhiming poked his head out from the bed: "Xingyu, there is a New Year's Eve party tonight, don't you say that you have a lot of work? Why do you still have time to hold your body here?"
After being reminded by Zhiming, Xingyu glanced at his phone and immediately sat up from the bed, washed up hastily, and rushed out of the dormitory.
?After running a few steps, fragmented memories flooded in like a flood. Xingyu took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and sent a message to Zhiming: [Thank you for helping me carry it. ¡¿
[It's nothing, the key fragments don't constitute gossip. ] Zhiming smiled and replied with squinted eyes, ¡¾Single dogs are suitable for being busy, while couple dogs are suitable for New Year's Eve. ¡¿
Xingyu: "" The corners of his lips curled up, he put his phone back in his trouser pocket and continued running downstairs, but during the 0.001 second gap when his footsteps stopped, he still remembered a person, a person he called Sister Shi.
Here, Mengshi hasn't seen Zhou Shixian for a few days in a row, but she didn't expect to receive a call from Zhou Shixian on New Year's Eve: "Honey, I've been so busy these past few days that I forgot. Yes, family members are required to attend, they are waiting to see our loving couple get married, can you tell Mr. He to get off work a little earlier tonight, and I will pick you up to the hotel."
Mengshi listened to this passage with a blank expression, when there were bursts of yelling and lemon sounds on the other end of the computer.
Meng Shi, who didn't plan to attend at all, should have rejected Zhou Shixian straightforwardly, but when she heard a girl's voice in the background, Meng Shi changed her attention: "Okay, then I'll tell Mr. He to get off work early today."
After hanging up the phone, Mengshi looked at the empty office in a daze. Their company closed the New Year's Day holiday half a day earlier. At this moment, there is only one reason why Mengshiwo didn't go back to the office - she didn't want to go back to the home that gave her nightmares. .
In the end, Mengshi simply cleaned up and left the company, took the elevator downstairs, and the elevator stopped on the 12th floor. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com