At 4 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yeye got up from the bed with a heavy head, a large amount of water evaporated in his body and made his mouth dry now. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What is this?"

Grab the post-it note on the refrigerator and put it in front of your eyes, and the handwriting on it is immediately visible. "Ono, the decanting soup is hot in the pot, remember to drink it when you get up."

With a warm heart, Zhang Yeye turned his head to see that the yellow bright spot on the thermos pot was exuding a soft light. "It looks like a good thing."

Zhang Yeye's eyes swept and saw a clean empty bowl just placed next to the thermos pot, and immediately filled a bowl of soup for himself.

"Suck."

First tasted it shallowly, it tasted good, the temperature was not hot or cold just enough to eat, a bowl of belly, the drunkenness finally dissipated quickly, and Zhang Yeye had a feeling of being a person again.

He hasn't had this kind of drunken experience for a long time, in his previous life, Zhang Yeye was allergic to alcohol, and he was drunk with two glasses of wine, so he basically didn't drink much, and he drank a lot of alcohol in this life, and he didn't get drunk once after so many times, at most he was slightly drunk.

This time he was really desperate, Zhang Yeye remembered that when he was last conscious, he had killed 6 bottles of Moutai in a row, and the three of them swept away the wine glasses in the entire wine cabinet, and then he completely broke the pieces.

Picking up the special cigarette on the coffee table, Zhang Yeye pulled the ashtray towards his position. "I didn't expect my dad to have stock here, and I have to get a few when I leave."

Every time as soon as he gets home, Zhang Yeye feels that everything is very easy, thirsty, the cold cup is in the kitchen, and the cup must be next to it. When you are hungry, there must be rice in the pot, there are dishes and chopsticks next to it, smoking, cigarettes are placed on the table, and the cleaned ashtray is placed next to it, which can be taken at hand.

He had long been accustomed to this kind of life, and he had never thought about the reason for all this before, but today's drowsy brain made him unable to think about anything else, and instead noticed these small details that usually seemed inconspicuous.

Darkening the pure white special cigarette in his hand, Zhang Yeye quietly came to his mother's room and gently pushed open the door, the night light at the bedside emitted a little soft light, his mother's sleeping face was close in front of him, time left traces of flow on his face, and some gray sideburns made Zhang Yeye feel sour.

Quietly closing the door, Zhang Yeye lit a cigarette for himself again, and swallowed it one by one, he suddenly had the idea of retiring his father.

Buy a house for the second elder on the sea, have nothing to do with fishing, look at the sea, and travel in his free time, Zhang Yeye believes that his mother's mood will be very good.

No, it may be better to buy a farm abroad, it should be the largest, the environment is good, it has its own trees, mountains and rivers, and it is better to have a big freshwater lake, where the father can hunt on horseback and feed the poultry, and the mother can hunt on horseback and fish in the lake.

However, Zhang Yiming has only taken over the post of president for less than half a month, and even if he is willing, the headquarters will not approve his request. In order to enjoy yourself in a capitalist country, you have to abandon your rank and quit, and you still have the consciousness of being a party member.

"Forget it, wait another two years for my dad to apply for a refund, and then issue a fake certificate, saying that he will go abroad for treatment and recuperation." Professor Potter, who had gone to Korea at the time of his injury, remembers it well.

I remember that Danny said that the other party was a world-class authority in internal medicine, so no one would doubt the certificate he issued! As long as Dad doesn't take bribes or fake public and private interests, won't this matter be solved perfectly?

Regarding whether Zhang Yiming will be corrupt and take bribes, Zhang Yeye has no worries at all! Ha, as the father of a billionaire, you said that Zhang Yiming went back to embezzle hundreds or tens of millions, and it was just a matter of water in his brain to do it.

It is even more impossible to fake public and private, in Zhang Yeye's 19 years of memory, he has never seen a more conscientious person than Zhang Yiming. As Zhang Yiming's relatives and family members, don't look for them when you go to the bank to do loans and other businesses.

Because you will find that the money that you can barely borrow is not possible at all after asking him for help, and he will also specifically explain that this person's information and reputation are not allowed to lend only if there is a slight flaw.

This kind of thing happened once when Zhang Yiming first became the director of the credit department, and since then, Zhang Yiming has cut off contact with his hometown.

However, Zhang Yeye thinks it's very good, a little power can't wipe off face, and the people who are forced to help all kinds of people will have to be put into an iron cage by these relatives sooner or later, and I don't see that many leaders are downfall in this kind of time when they are helping their relatives.

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At 4 o'clock in the morning, Chang'an is in a state of auspicious peace, but at this moment Fan Lane is the busiest time, countless taxi drivers who run the night shift stop outside the door of the dazzling neon bar, waiting for all kinds of high-rollers that are about to appear.

The hotel on this street is also open at this moment, and the cashier who has just woken up to change shifts is sorting out his makeup, and in ten minutes, all kinds of men and women will flock to it, and then leave quickly in the early morning.

They will pay the full price, but only use the room for 3-4 hours, and the room will not be messy except for the bathroom and bed, it is easy to clean up, and there is nothing more profitable, if you accidentally break something, it is a good income.

As soon as the light was parked on the Mercedes-Benz S600 in the dark, Gao Le was looking at the bar entrance opposite, stunned, and on the cigarette he lit, the not-so-bright spark had been enveloped in long soot.

"Bang."

The burning sensation from his fingers made his body instinctively throw away the burned cigarette in his hand, and hit the co-pilot with his overly strong arm with a loud noise.

"Damn."

The cigarette fell right on the passenger seat, and the burn mark quickly spread into a small hole, and when Gao Le threw the cigarette butt out of the window and slapped the cigarette ash off the seat, the inner bag of the leather seat had leaked out.

I don't know whether it was unintentional or from heaven's guidance, Gao Le's gaze swept over the location of the door, just in time to see the familiar and unfamiliar figure appear in front of the door.

"Taxi, taxi, this."

The white wide V-neck T-shirt slipped down with the beating, revealing a piece of snow white on the chest, and the light blue miniskirt on the lower body could wrap around the hips.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoxiao was holding on to his drunkenness, waving his arms to the side of the street, and as his arms floated, the dark blue bra was clearly visible through the cuffs that hung down to his chest.

For some reason, Gao Le felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, but when he dodged, he found that several people with obscene faces and bad intentions were staring at the drunk and hazy Zhang Xiaoxiao talking to each other, showing lewd smiles from time to time.

"Made."

Seeing a few people walking straight towards Zhang Xiaoxiao, Gao Le slapped the steering wheel with a palm.

"Beep .........."

The piercing sound of the whistle attracted everyone's attention, wearing only a black vest, Gao Le, who was burly and powerful, walked slowly towards the opposite side, staring at a few men who were standing in place with a cold gaze without the slightest emotion.