Suffering from a splitting headache, Qin Xiaobao proved with practical actions that as long as he drinks enough alcohol, the so-called hangover medicine has no effect at all.
He is now in the hotel. He woke up five minutes ago and was a little panicked at the time!
Because the scene I saw was a bit similar to this time last year, I thought I was back to square one after a good sleep, so I really needed help.
Fortunately, everything is business as usual.
The memory of last night is a bit blurry. His drinking capacity is actually quite good. The key is that he is still young and dares to drink.
I just can’t handle the crowd.
Liu Minghua, Chen He, and Deng Chao are all huge, not to mention there are so many employees, especially Wang Bingbing, which surprised everyone.
She looks like a girl from the south of the Yangtze River, gentle, graceful, cute and lively, but her drinking ability is definitely that of a girl from the northeast. Red wine is like drinking water, without any pressure.
Because the atmosphere was so good, Xiangyang originally planned a second show, singing at a KTV, but at ten o'clock, someone got drunk and was sent home first by his family.
When he got to the back, Qin Xiaobao was already confused. He would drink whoever came to toast him. Chen He was not much better, pulling an employee and beeping non-stop. Brother Chao was okay. Sun Li was taking care of him. Anyway, everyone was high in the end.
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Liu Minghua was also prepared for this, so he sent his colleagues who were too drunk upstairs to stay in a room sober and take care of them.
Qin Xiaobao was also brought up!
After sleeping all night, I almost woke up from the alcohol, but the aftereffects are still there, including headache, weakness in limbs, and some dizziness.
He lay quietly for a while, not remembering who brought him up. He stuck his hand out from under the quilt. The heating was on well and it wasn't cold.
When I lifted the quilt and stood up, my head felt as if it was torn apart.
Drink too much.
I endured the discomfort and went to the toilet. When I came back, I got a bottle of water and drank half of it, but I still didn't feel any better.
Open the curtains, pick up your phone and sit on the sofa.
The group was quite quiet. At about 7 o'clock in the morning, someone asked me how I was doing, but no one answered me. The ones before that were all safe news.
Liu Minghua was still careful and asked everyone after them. After making sure that everyone was home, he said good night.
Qin Xiaobao was idle and threw a red envelope in the group. After a while, five people came out to grab it.
"Mr. Qin is awake."
"Mr. Qin, I'm already on my way home. Thank you for the money for the bowl of instant noodles."
"Bon Voyage."
Seeing that there was no one inside, Qin Xiaobao also lost interest. He called the big boss and turned off the phone. He drank a lot last night and probably forgot to charge it.
After being dazed for a while, I threw my phone aside and took a hot bath. I thought, I must have smelled of alcohol all over my body.
After I came out, I felt much more relaxed and felt like I was alive.
He habitually wanted to call Xiaoming and ask Xiaoming to send him a set of clothes, but then he remembered that it was actually holiday now, so he might as well forget it. The car was downstairs anyway, and there were always several sets of clothes in it. Let’s talk about it later. He was actually quite scared.
Others say that I am being pretentious.
After taking a bath and feeling comfortable, I feel very hungry.
I didn't eat anything last night and drank all I could.
While I was thinking about what to order, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and looked: "Hey, why is it you?"
Wang Bingbing tilted her head and raised her left hand: "Dangdang, are you surprised or surprised?"
"Why are you here? Aren't you going home today?" Qin Xiaobao was indeed surprised.
"Breakfast is here for you on the evening flight." Wang Bingbing picked up the bag in her hand and gestured: "I made the millet porridge myself and bought the crab roe dumplings you like to eat."
"Let's talk after we come in." Qin Xiaobao looked specifically at the corridor when he closed the door.
"Don't worry, no one is following me." Wang Bingbing knew what he was thinking at a glance: "I came out of home. Besides, how can any reporter be interested in me now?"
"No, you went home to sleep yesterday, not in the hotel, right." Qin Xiaobao sat down.
"Yes!" Wang Bingbing, who was taking out the porridge bowl, looked up: "Director Qin, you won't forget what happened yesterday, right? Do you know who sent you to the room?"
"No...it can't be you!" Qin Xiaobao hesitated.
"Hahaha, you really forgot." The young lady clapped her hands and laughed: "How could it be me? You are such a big man, how can I help you? It was Brother Chao and Mr. Liu who helped me, I was on the side
Watch it so you know which room you are staying in.
After I woke up in the morning, I started making porridge. I just saw you handing out red envelopes in the group, so I sent them over as soon as I woke up."
"Ah... thank you!" Qin Xiaobao was very moved: "Well, I drank too much yesterday. Did I do anything strange?"
"Weird behavior? Do you mean you are drunk and crazy?" The young lady stopped what she was doing and tilted her head and thought: "It's okay, it's just that I tend to fall into a daze after drinking too much. Sitting there is a bit...silly.
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"Ah haha, that's right!" Qin Xiaobao was a little embarrassed.
"You're telling me, I went over to get you a drink, but ended up blocking the drink for you later." Wang Bingbing pouted: "Mr. Xiang was the most unkind. He started to boast that he had a great drinker. But when he got to the back, he started to drink half a dozen times when he went to the toilet.
I haven’t seen anyone since the hour, but it turns out I’m helping you drink.”
After he finished speaking, he stopped and looked at Qin Xiaobao's confused expression.
"No, no, you don't remember."
"Is this millet porridge? It looks so delicious."
"Don't change the subject, I helped you drink at least a bottle of red wine!" The young lady stretched out her hand to hold down the lunch box, preventing him from opening it.
"But...I" Qin Xiaobao wanted to say if he remembered, but found it inappropriate: "I'm very grateful. Thank you Miss Wang Bingbing for your help."
"That's pretty much it." The young lady was easily satisfied. She opened the lid for him and took out the steamed dumplings and pickles: "Eat it."
Hululu, after taking a mouthful of warm millet porridge, Qin Xiaobao couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"Is it delicious?" Wang Bingbing was a little worried.
"Excellent!" Qin Xiaobao extended his thumb: "A bowl of porridge after a hangover is such a treat. Hey, have you eaten it?"
"Well, these are all yours."
"Then I'm welcome." Qin Xiaobao moved his index finger.
"Slow down, no one will compete with you." Wang Bingbing was happy to see him gobbling up the food: "Do you still have a headache now? I think you couldn't walk last night."
"I just took a bath, I'm much better, oh yes!" Qin Xiaobao pointed to the pajamas on his body: "Can I ask you a favor?"
"Get clothes?"
"Smart, my car is downstairs, and there are Xiaoming's matching clothes in the trunk." Qin Xiaobao nodded.
"Okay, give me the key," Wang Bingbing was about to go out: "Hey, if I hadn't come, would you have planned to go downstairs just like this? If you were photographed by a reporter, it would be big news."
"How come? It's okay to call a waiter for help. I'm not stupid." Qin Xiaobao was not happy.
"Okay, you eat first, and I'll go down and get it for you. Do you have any requirements?" The young lady stood up.
"Just grab a condom, it doesn't matter."
Ten minutes later, Wang Bingbing came up with a box: "I got you some sportswear."
"Thank you." Qin Xiaobao took advantage of this moment to finish breakfast.
"Hey, I have a great appetite, is that enough?"
"Barely half full." Qin Xiaobao touched his belly: "Who taught you how to make millet porridge, auntie?"
"It's just porridge. I don't need any teaching. I can tell you how to cook." Wang Bingbing said with an arrogant face.
"Well, I have to taste it if I have a chance." Qin Xiaobao finished clearing the table with her: "Have you packed your luggage? You must bring a lot of things home this time."
Wang Bingbing shook her head: "It's just a suitcase. I have a lot of clothes at home. I packed them in the morning. What, are you going to take me to the airport?"
"I'd rather do it, but in this state, I'll still be driving under the influence."
"Yes!" The young lady expressed her understanding: "It's okay, I can go by myself."
"Farewell, you are an artist after all. I will call you later and ask Xiaoming to see you off. By the way, he didn't drink too much." Qin Xiaobao was not sure.
"He's okay. He was very happy yesterday. He won a Huawei p40!"
"He won the lottery?"
"Ha, you forgot again!" the young lady said with a smile, but immediately she looked sad: "Most people won the prize yesterday, but I didn't!"
"I don't have it either," Qin Xiaobao comforted: "Besides, there is no benefit to a celebrity winning the lottery. Have you forgotten Brother Chao?"
"That's different. Winning the lottery means luck, right?" The young lady pouted, with displeasure written on her face: "I'm also willing to increase my bets. It means that I will be better in the new year, right?"
"That's not to say. There are definitely a few who are lucky. Most people have it. It's very common. It doesn't mean anything. But those who didn't win like the two of us may be the real luck!"
"Are you sure?" The young lady said suspiciously, "I'm not a fool, I can't be fooled."
"I'm sure...!"
"Hey, can't you just hold on? I almost believed it." Wang Bingbing raised her fist angrily.
Didi didi, the phone on the table rang, Wang Bingbing picked it up: "Brother Xiaoming."
"Huh? Bingbing? Are you and Director Qin together?" Xiaoming on the other end of the phone was surprised: "You two..."
Wang Bingbing felt something was wrong, so she turned the phone over and looked at it: "Oh, Director Qin, it's your phone."
Qin Xiaobao was stunned. It turned out that their mobile phones were exactly the same and they didn't use any pendants. She had taken the wrong one.
"Xiaoming, what's wrong?"
"Director Qin, you two..."
"Nothing has happened to either of us." they both shouted together.