He lowered his eyes and looked at the money in his hand, curled his lips, shrugged, and finally bent down and stuffed the money one by one under the door.
Then I ran back to my room and took some paper and pen to write down my words of thanks, and stuffed them into room 812.
Turned around and returned to the room.
"President, you shouldn't drink so much." Vanilla helped the drunk Pei Mochen back to the hotel.
When he arrived at the door of the room, Pei Mochen pushed away the vanilla, raised his head and leaned against the wall, his eyebrows twisted into the character "Sichuan".
Vanilla opened the door, grabbed his arm with both hands, and helped him into the room, "President, why don't you cherish your body at all? She can't see you doing this."
She has been following him for six or seven years since she joined Diemeng as an intern assistant and then as a secretary. She saw every change he made from being cold at first, to hot, and then cold again.
At first, she didn't know why a person could be so cold. She couldn't say ten words all day long, and there was always a trace of melancholy in her eyes, as if she was born with it.
Later I found out that he was waiting for someone. When that person came back, he became warmer, a smile began to appear on his face, and he talked a lot more every time he had a conversation.
As a result, that person left again and disappeared, and he turned into a cold ice cube again, working hard during the day, drinking and smoking at night.
The boss lady is really capable.
With just one casual word, she was transformed from an assistant to a secretary, and her salary doubled.
She should have been promoted based on her seniority over the years, but her salary has increased again and again, but her position has not changed. She knows in her heart that she is a secretary because the boss's wife Jinkou seals her, and he is reluctant to let her go.
Just like he was unwilling to throw away anything related to her, he would rather look sad or angry than he was willing to part with it.
Even though she was so cruel, he couldn't be careless.
"Herb, you're talking more and more." Pei Mochen walked in the door, walked to the bed, fell down on the big bed, and closed his eyes.
Although Vanilla was afraid of his cold personality, she still had to say what she needed to say, "It's not been two months since your last stomach bleeding."
The last time I drank a lot of alcohol, I ended up with stomach bleeding. I lay in the hospital for many days. The doctor repeatedly told me to quit smoking and drinking.
But he doesn't know how to listen, and he doesn't know how to cherish himself.
Pei Mochen lay on the bed, and after a while his breathing became even. His long eyelashes were motionless, his lips were slightly pursed, and he still kept the word "Sichuan" between his eyebrows.
Vanilla shrugged helplessly, helped him take off his shoes and suit, covered him with a quilt, sat on the bedside, and quietly watched him sleeping soundly.
Only when he was drunk could she look at him so boldly and wantonly.
Two fingers reached between his eyebrows, and then spread apart on both sides, trying to smooth away the troubles that were worrying him.
Why do some people not know how to cherish things that they cannot hope for for several lifetimes?
The next day!
Pei Mochen opened his eyes and saw the clock hanging on the wall, which was already pointing to nine o'clock.
The sun was ruthlessly blocked by the curtains outside the window, and I drank another night to sleep.
He stood up, rubbed his swollen temples, glanced sideways at his side, and smiled bitterly...
After just a few days of sharing the same bed, it took him five years to get rid of the habit of looking around him as soon as he woke up.
Without her, her cruel words would not have been left behind.
I went to the ground and put on my slippers. My head felt dizzy, and my feet were stepping on the soft carpet, as if they were stepping on floating clouds.
