Yan Min sorted out and classified the opinions submitted by the technicians one by one according to Han Cong's instructions.

Suddenly, the pager rang, Yan Min picked up the phone and called according to the number.

"Hello, I'm Yan Min, may I ask where you are. ”

"I'm here at the Mango Bar, please come and have a visit. There was a man who had drunk too much, and we found a note in his wallet with your pager number written on it. So I paged you. ”

"Okay, I'll come right over. "With my pager, who will it be?" Yan Min quickly rushed to the Mango Bar in confusion.

"Someone called me just now and said that someone had drunk too much. Yan Min eagerly asked the waiter.

"Oh, please come with me, right here. ”

Yan Min walked over and was immediately surprised. I saw Han Cong leaning on the couch, his face flushed.

"Han Cong, what's wrong with you, wake up. ”

What the hell is going on, a tall man is tortured so emaciated.

It seems that I can't wake up for a while, what should I do? There is a hotel nearby, so I can only open a room.

With the help of the waiter, Yan Min laid Han Cong down on the bed in the hotel room.

Yan Min wet the towel and gently wiped the tears on Han Cong's face. Unbuckle the collar and wipe your neck and chest little by little. The broad and toned chest muscles showed the charm of a man, Yan Min's heart was fluttering, his face was hot, and he hurriedly pulled over a quilt and covered it for Han Cong.

"Jian Fan, don't leave me. Han Cong muttered, his eyes closed, and tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

Yan Min watched Han Cong's tears flow down one by one, and his heart was extremely sad. It turned out that Han Cong was so sad because of his girlfriend Jian Fan. A capable, wise man can have so much pain in his heart. Yan Min thought of himself, thought of his infatuation of being let down, and looked at the man in front of him, as if he saw that he was suffering from heartbreak.

Han Cong slept restlessly, and muttered from time to time, "Jian Fan, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have asked someone else to pick you up." Jian Fan, you forgive me. ”

Yan Min gently rubbed Han Cong's temples and stroked Han Cong's brow. Life is imperfect, love is not necessarily loved, pay may not be rewarded, what you want may not be obtained, what you don't want to get may be unexpected. Everything, let's face it when we wake up, I just hope that Han Cong can rest well and sleep well now.