Moving his swaying body, Song Yong did not go back to sleep directly.

If he had a choice, he would have liked to lie directly under the corridor of the small shop now, and just sleep with the intention of drinking without hesitation.

But although he was full of alcohol, his mind was still clear enough.

What should I do if I go back to sleep without caring about it, leaving a mess all over the ground? So what should Sister Amei, who believed him, think in her heart after she got up and saw such a scene?

He could only grit his teeth alone and persevere, first cleaning up the floor full of wine bottles in front of the store.

Due to the fact that he had run a kebab stall, there was a lot of grease on the concrete floor, so he even laboriously brought a few buckets of water out of the kitchen and rinsed the floor twice.

Then, after throwing away the cigarette in his mouth, which barely had a refreshing effect, he threw his dizzy head headlong into the bucket full of someone.

Relying on the cold tap water in the early morning, I temporarily stimulated myself to be more sober.

It takes a certain amount of time to marinate the skewers, and if you don't marinate them in the morning, you won't be able to get out of the stall tonight.

And for three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, Song Yong has vowed not to appear on him again.

People are afraid that they are too comfortable, and once they are comfortable, it will become a habit if they are not good.

In this way, Song Yong took out another third of the ingredients from the freezer, put them in the basin and began to stir and marinate.

If he really wanted to think about it last night, Song Yong had at least killed more than fifteen bottles of beer by himself, far more than his normal amount of alcohol.

Even if these beers were slowly drunk in a long night, now after the alcohol surged, Song Yong was also very sleepy.

It's just that he knows that now no one but himself is doing this.

When he was very sleepy, he walked to the bucket full of tap water in the pool, and plunged his head into the bucket again, so that he could instantly refresh himself.

Five minutes later, Song Yong felt the weight of his eyelids again.

This time, he didn't even hesitate, and plunged headlong into the cold bucket again, and after repeating this seven times, Song Yong finally completed the process of marinating the ingredients.

The rest is much simpler.

He took out three hundred-dollar bills from his swollen trouser pocket, put them on the counter and pressed them with a calculator;

Finally, he walked to the door and laboriously stretched out his hand to the roller shutter, as long as he pulled down the roller shutter and locked it, he could go back to sleep with peace of mind.

It's just that just as he was about to pull down the roller shutter, a surprised voice sounded behind him:

"Ah Yong, you won't drink until dawn, will you?"

Song Yong looked back and saw that Sister Amei, who turned out to be from the store, had now gotten up, and listening to the other party's concerned voice, Song Yong smiled embarrassedly, acquiescing to this fact.

After hearing this, Sister Amei's beautiful Danfeng glared at Song Yong, and said this in her mouth:

"Young people should be temperate, and when your body collapses, you will know that you will regret it. ”

Song Yong didn't have time to think about it, imagining that there seemed to be something wrong in his words, Sister Amei asked again: "Are you going to go back to sleep?"

"Yes, I'm going to come over at two o'clock in the afternoon to wear meat, so hurry up and take a break." When Song Yong replied, he couldn't help but yawn loudly.

As soon as she heard this, Sister Amei couldn't help but take Song Yong's hand and walked towards the stairs on the side.

He said, "Don't go back, it's only half a day in total, so it's a lot of trouble! ”

If it were normal, Song Yong would definitely not accept Sister Amei's kindness.

After all, the relationship between them has not yet reached this level, and in case it is misunderstood by Second Brother Ma, it will not be good for Sister Amei.

It's just that now after all the business is done, the last bit of willpower in his heart has been consumed.

Now that I heard the words that I could sleep immediately, I still had the slightest ability to resist.

He took advantage of his last sobriety to do something, took out his mobile phone, and set an alarm clock on it for one o'clock at noon.

In a daze, he followed Sister Amei to the second floor, and when he entered the door and saw the big sofa in the room, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Almost with the last bit of lucidity, he allowed himself to walk towards the couch.

Then after slamming on the sofa with a sound of 'Duang~', he fell face down on the sofa and fell into the deepest sleep.

In this process, he didn't notice at all, and Sister Amei behind him exclaimed......

And the reason why Sister Amei exclaimed was actually as many as two points.

First, Song Yong didn't even change his shoes at all, so he walked into the room directly on a pair of flip-flops, and trampled on the freshly cleaned floor of their house, which was full of footprints.

Second, Sister Amei suddenly remembered that some of her close-fitting clothes seemed to be her own, and after they were collected from the balcony, they were thrown directly on the sofa.

Although in all seriousness, this is not a big deal, but it is always a little embarrassing at that time.

Knowing that Song Yong's snoring soon sounded in her ears, Sister Amei breathed a sigh of relief.

She hurriedly walked a few steps, planning to put away the clothes on the sofa before Song Yong, the kid, discovered these private things.

However, when she walked to the couch, she started to have a headache again.

I don't know what happened today, how it was such a coincidence, Song Yong's head lying on his stomach happened to be pressed on those clothes.

Even between the open mouths of this goods, a drop of saliva hanging on it was about to drip on a certain piece of clothing.

After seeing this, Sister Amei was ashamed and annoyed in her heart, and hurriedly reached over with one hand to grab the clothes, but under her hard pulling, the clothes did not move at all.

On the contrary, Song Yong didn't know what he was dreaming of, and after dreaming of something, he clenched one of the corners of his clothes with one hand.

"Ayong, wake up, let me get something a little bit. Sister Amei pushed Song Yong and called the other party's name loudly.

Even if she really can't bear to wake up the other party, she can't take care of it now.

The problem is that Song Yong is now, and he sleeps in the dark, and it is estimated that even thunder in his ears can't wake him up, let alone Sister Amei's push without much strength.

In this way, it made Sister Amei even more headache.

Regardless of whether this garment can be torn out now, even if it can be torn out, it will be torn.

Don't look at such a little bit of fabric, it's the dead ghost of Second Brother Ma, one night a month ago, I don't know if I drank too much horse urine, and I bought it from outside, it is said that it cost more than 2,000 yuan.

She hadn't worn this garment a few times in total.

Don't say it! If it was really torn, she would be a little distressed and reluctant to wear such expensive clothes.

In the end, Sister Amei stomped her feet and simply ignored the matter, and after mopping the footprints on the floor with a mop, she went downstairs to see the store.

Only Song Yong, who slept like a dead pig in the room, was left, and a thunderous snoring echoed in the room!