I don't know what it's like to get drunk because I rarely get drunk.

The wine I have drunk in my life can be counted on one hand. I drank a bottle when I was in college to make that surrogacy decision, and after my dad died, I drank a bottle at his grave, and then I drank it for a few days when I was doing a beer promotion, and now it's the fourth time, and I drank I don't know how many glasses in one night.

I remember talking a lot, and then I was helped to the bed in a daze, and I thought, this bed is so soft. After I fell asleep, I vaguely heard people talking to me, but I was so sleepy that I couldn't hear a word of what was being said.

When I woke up the next day with a splitting headache, I sat up and looked around the room, only to find myself in my boss's luxurious suite.

I quickly got up from the bed as if I was stepping on an electric door, looked at the bed, and there was no trace except for me sleeping alone, and I was relieved.

In an instant, I smiled bitterly again, relieved, what can I say if such a man really has something to do with me, besides, people spend money, Fang Zi is right, if you just have a meeting, it would be too high to give you a weekly salary of 100,000.

In fact, before I came, I had already done a good job of psychological construction, wasn't it just to be slept with by a man, and I slept with it. Anyway, in this life, I have been disappointed in men, and I am not interested in getting married. Now it's a business to sleep and collect money for one!

Sitting on the sofa in my bedroom, I froze, brushed my messy hair, and walked out. No matter how beautiful the dress I wore for the dinner party, it was uncomfortable to sleep in it, and my whole body was strangled out.

When I came to the living room, I found a person lying on the sofa, and when I looked at it, it was my handsome big boss. He slept quite lightly, and when he heard me walking, he opened his eyes smartly, and when he saw that it was me, he closed his eyes again to recuperate.

Now the situation is a bit embarrassing, the boss sleeps on the sofa and I sleep in the bedroom. I didn't know what to say now, so I hesitated for a moment and went to get a glass of warm water, found some high-grade honey and put it in, and then held it in front of the boss: "Boss, I drank wine last night, you can feel better if you drink a little." ”

He opened his eyes and looked at me, but he didn't refuse my glass of bee water, took it and drank it down, then got up and called the room attendant to come in and change the bedding.

When he hung up the phone, I asked carefully: "Boss, you won't deduct my salary because I slept in your bed, right?" ”

"What if I say I will?" He asked rhetorically.

I was stunned for a moment, this answer was not domineering at all, but I didn't dare to be angry, and explained very spinelessly: "I remember last night you said that you don't know like a drunk, right?" ”

He choked on me, coughed and was about to say something, when the waiter came knocking on the door.

"Go pack up and go out with me later." He commanded with a cold face.

I carried the clothes he had prepared back to my room, and then I felt a little warm in my heart. Although this boss looks bad, he is quite a gentleman, and he actually let me sleep in his bed last night.

Thinking about this, I have a strange feeling in my heart.

But he soon let me know that what little warmth I thought was a complete illusion.

The two of us ate a total of five meals in one day, and the purpose of each meal was to work, starting with gossip and ending with work. In between dinners, I need to sort out what I just talked about on the way, and I need to be ready to wait for the conversation.

According to common sense, I don't need to prepare the content of the conversation, but I am a complete layman in the mining industry, and I need to read the information of the conversation and memorize some obscure professional phrases.

In the car, he ignored me, muttering to myself.