At this time, Qian Xinhan suddenly opened the door and walked out. She was wearing pajamas and holding a water glass, which was steaming.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" I asked.
"How can I sleep when you keep talking on the phone outside? This is the factory director's coffee. I took it from his desk drawer and made you a cup. I am learning to make coffee. You can try it.
How about it? This is cappuccino."
I took the steaming cup and smelled it. It had a strong aroma.
The last time I drank coffee was in a coffee shop. Reporter Gan invited me and Dou Sprout. That cup was too bitter, but this cup is not bitter. I took a sip and it was quite delicious.
"Thanks." I thanked him.
The girl asked me: "How is it? Making coffee is a technical job. My mother said that I am not doing my job properly. She just doesn't understand anything."
"I plan to open an American-style coffee shop in Xianyang in the future. I don't want to stay in a factory for the rest of my life. I told Brother Dabao a few months ago, and Brother Dabao said he would give me money to open a coffee shop in the future."
I said it's very good. Your coffee shop will definitely do well in the future.
She was very happy after hearing this, closed the door and went back to the house to sleep.
They say coffee refreshes the mind, but I feel that it depends on the person. Not only did I not feel refreshed at all, but I fell asleep soundly.
After a while I fell asleep on the sofa.
...
When I opened my eyes, I saw the ceiling above my head.
The ceiling wallpaper is both familiar and unfamiliar.
"This...isn't this Lao Qian's house? Where is this?"
"Boy, you finally woke up. I thought you were going to sleep until the Chinese New Year." A familiar voice came next to my ears.
I turned my head to look, rubbed my eyes hard, and stuttered when I spoke, "Liu... Mr. Liu!"
"When did you come to Xianyang!"
"Xianyang? Stop saying stupid things!"
"Take a good look at where this is."
Looking at the familiar furniture around me, I saw Uncle Liao sleeping on another sofa.
At this time, there was a middle-aged man in his forties standing next to Mr. Liu, the one named Bai Risheng.
This scene is so familiar. This is the hotel in Wu'an, Handan, very close to the People's Hospital.
Bai Risheng fanned the incense in his hand and said, "Like the old man, you have been sleeping for most of the day after smelling the Ecstasy incense from our Bai family. Maybe it's because of your physical condition. I didn't expect you to react so much to the Ecstasy incense."
big."
The beggar Mr. Liu who was listening nodded and said: "Yes, Lao Bai, I asked you to come here to test Uncle Liao, but I didn't expect that this kid fell into it. A stick of ecstasy old sea dog, the fragrance of your Bai family is indeed well-deserved."
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"Etc., etc...!"
I stood up, looked around, patted my face and said: "No!, this is fucking wrong, I'm at Lao Qian's house in Xianyang, Lao Jinmiao and Mr. Wu just took Xiaomi away, wait...Xiaomi
!Xiaomi!" I got up and ran over, reaching out and pushing open the door.
I was stunned when I opened the door and saw Xiaomi sitting on the bed with a worried look on her face.
"Brother Feng, is my master okay? I'm so worried about him."
Seeing the living millet in front of me, I rubbed my face vigorously and patted it. I could clearly feel that my face hurt.
At this time, voices came from the living room.
"Master Liu, since that kid is awake, I won't stay any longer. I have already tried it. The old man named Liao is not affected by Zhiljin. Just wait until he wakes up and wash his face with cold water. It seems that you, Master Liu, are so
What a mistake."
"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Bai."
"Master Liu, if you have any questions, please look for me."
"gone."
"I'll see you off."
The two of them walked out chatting and closed the door.
"Brother Feng, you look so ugly. What's wrong? When will my master wake up?"
Xiaomi came over and grabbed my hand. I felt the warmth of her hand.
I let go of Xiaomi's hand and said, "I'm going out."
It was broad daylight outside the hotel, and there was a constant flow of people and traffic.
A few old ladies shopping for groceries were waiting for the traffic light. They chatted and laughed about their family problems.
