After drinking a few glasses of wine, Wang Zhaomou subconsciously felt that something bad was going to happen. When he woke up again, there was a faint smell of durian lingered on the tip of his nose. Old Qi who sat on the co-pilot seat, moved his head closer and asked.
"Boss, are you more awake?"
Wang Zhaomou frowned and pinched the center of his eyebrows. It seemed that something happened after drinking, his mind was hazy and noisy, but he didn't have any impression of it.
Wang Zhaomou felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach because he didn't eat anything before drinking, and felt that his breath was full of smell of alcohol and many more. Wang Zhaomou suddenly realized, looked up and smelled, and indeed smelled a durian smell in the car.
"What did I do?" Wang Zhaomou felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
The tragedy three years ago reminded Wang Zhaomou to stay away from alcohol all the time, but he was too depressed before, and the bartender didn't know his situation, so he showed off his skills in mixing drinks one by one, causing him to drink a glass directly.
"That..." Old Qi hesitated to speak, "Anyway, don't worry, no one will say anything about it.
Old Qi didn't mention anything, it means that what happened may be worse than three years ago.
Wang Zhaomou took a deep breath, calmed down, and lowered his head to observe his situation.
The clothes are in good condition, but there are two gray spots on the knees of the suit trousers, and there are also in his own face... Wang Zhaomou saw his eyes in the rearview mirror, the end of the eyes was slightly flushed, and the eyelashes were slightly wet.
"Who did I kneel to?" Guessing the general outline of the matter, Wang Zhaomou tried to calm his tone.
"It's a boy who sells fruit." Old Qi smiled with slight guilt and added, "Blame me, blame me for not taking care of you seriously."
A boy who sells fruit?
Wang Zhaomou thought for a long time, and the memory that was originally vague became clearer little by little.
Before drinking, he was full of thoughts that the Wang family would go bankrupt and that he would die miserably, but in a trance, he suddenly saw a man standing opposite him with a knife in his hand, who looked like the overlord of the Leng family.
The desire to survive broke out in an instant while he was drunk, Wang Zhaomou remembered that he hugged the man's leg tightly, and cried sadly, "Mr. Leng, it's not cold today, Please don't acquire the Wang group !" After finish remembering, Wang Zhaomou lowered his head little by little.
"It's okay, boss." Seeing this, Old Qi tried to comfort his boss, "At that time, there were only a dozen or so people who saw this scene, and it was much better than last time."
Wang Zhaomou remained silent, unable to lift his head even more. Did he reborn, just to get embarrassed again?
"I have already asked about the boy you hugged tightly. He is not injured and will not trouble you." Old Qi seemed to be thinking of something, and changed the subject, "That boy is young, had a child on his back. You asked me to pay attention to a one-year-old child named Leng Ye before, and that child also happened to be one year old, but his name is not Leng Ye, but Ji Dabao."
"Ji... Dabao?" Wang Zhaomou frowned slightly, He suddenly felt something strange in the vague memory of being drunk before.
"Turn around." Wang Zhaomou said decisively, putting his hand on his forehead, "I have to go back and take a look."
"Boss, Young master Zhaoyun is still waiting for you at school..." Old Qi still hesitated, but the driver had already obeyed the order to turn around.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Old Qi was full of doubts, Why did the boss go back to such a terrible scene and that child named Leng Ye, why is it so important?
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