Song Qingchun said, then stood up on the table and walked towards the door of the box.

All the images in front of her were blurry, she couldn't see the road clearly, her steps were vain, and people staggered.

"Miss, be careful,......" the waiter reminded while stretching out her hand at Song Qingchun, but her fingertips still touched Song Qingchun's arm, Song Qingchun's foot hooked the corner of the chair, and the person was tripped and fell to the ground.

On the ground of the box, a very thick carpet was spread, and it didn't hurt to fall on it, but Song Qingchun was lying on the ground with red eyes.

The waiter hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down, and asked worriedly: "Miss, are you okay?" ”

Song Qingchun raised his head at the sound of the voice, and said in response: "What if I don't want to go to hell?" It's my birthday and I don't want to go to hell? ”

Song Qingchun said, raised his hand and grabbed the waiter's clothes, as if he was grasping a life-saving straw, and worked extra hard: "Tell me, how can I not go to hell?" ”

The waiter wasn't sure what Song Qingchun's "going to hell" meant in her mouth, but she thought about it and felt that it was more likely to be "going to work", so she replied softly: "Miss, you are drunk like this today, you definitely can't go to work, why don't you call the boss and ask for leave?" ”

Leave? Song Qingchun's eyes suddenly burst into a layer of light.

"Yes, excuse me...... I'm going to take a leave of absence......"

Song Qingchun nodded and muttered, took the mobile phone, and then looked at the address book for a while, but he couldn't tell which phone was Su Zhinian's, so he handed the mobile phone to the waiter: "Which one is Su perverted?" ”

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When he was about to get off work, Su Zhinian held an emergency meeting and returned to the office at nearly seven o'clock.

Su Zhinian sat on the sofa a little tiredly, raised his hand and rubbed his aching eyebrows, and inadvertently, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a delicately packaged cake box placed not far away.

Su Zhinian's movements paused slightly, he stared at the cake for a while, and finally slowly stood up, walked over, and then looked at the fresh fruit cream cake inside through the transparent packaging box on it, and walked into a trance.

With the knock on the door, the door of the office was pushed open, Su Zhinian frowned, turned around quickly, and saw Cheng Qinglian walking in anxiously holding a document: "Mr. Su, this document needs you to ...... now"

When Cheng Qingliang said this, when he saw the cake beside Su Zhinian, he paused slightly, and then continued to say in a steady tone: "Sign it." ”

Su Zhinian nodded his head, took the document, flipped through it casually, and made sure that there was no problem, then turned around, attached it to the desk, and signed smoothly with a pen.

Su Zhinian handed the document to Cheng Qinglian, and when Cheng Qingliang turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly spoke: "Wait." ”

Cheng Qingliang turned his head in surprise: "Mr. Su, what do you command?" ”

Su Zhinian's lips pursed tightly, he was silent for three seconds, and pointed to the cake on the side: "Take this out and throw it away." ”

On this day every year, Su Zhinian would always call her in the morning to tell her to order a birthday cake, and then in the evening, she would throw it away.

Even though he had experienced this situation several times, Cheng Qinglian was still stunned for a moment, and then nodded, whispered "yes", and left with the cake.