The last time Jian Hang was so close to Qin Moling was when he was getting his ID card to take a photo. At that time, it was necessary to get close. The photographer reminded them several times to let the two get closer, and Qin Moling reluctantly did so.
No one reminded me today.
Jian Hang stopped his divergent thinking in time, and turned his head to listen to the passionate singing of the resident singer.
The phone vibrated, and Lin Xiao sent three messages in a row: [Boss, the summary has been sent to your email.]
[Waiting for you to reply.]
[I'll play two games first, if you have anything to say, you can tell me directly in the email.]
Subtext, tell her not to call him, he is not free to answer while playing games.
For the game, he even used the honorific "you".
Lin Xiao was the only person in the company who needed to write a personal summary every week. She didn't set Lin Xiao how many words to write. He could write whatever he wanted.
There is a regular meeting on Monday, and he was asked to write a summary on the weekend night to let him calm down and see if the work of last week was completed, so as not to drag the team back.
Jian Hang opened the mailbox, Lin Xiao's personal summary tonight was still perfunctory.
[1. I have checked, and I have done all the work I should do. 2. I heard that our group will be very busy at the beginning of next month. You can leave it to me to proofread punctuation marks and typos, and I can also do the work of binding materials.]
Jian Hang replied to Lin Xiao, praised him for his ability, put down his phone and continued drinking.
Unknowingly, a glass of wine bottomed out.
"Would you like another drink?" Qin Moling asked her.
Jian Hang didn't turn around, but shook his head, resting his chin and listening to the song carefully.
Lin Xiao often sings this song on stage, and when he wins the game, he hums it on mic from time to time. The company has team building, so he must sing this song every time.
Lin Xiao sang out of tune. Every time he sang, he made everyone angry. He was besieged by people. He sang while laughing, torturing the hearts of the people around him.
Qin Moling looked at Jian Hang's profile, she was distracted, as if she was thinking of someone.
He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
It is not his responsibility to accompany her to the bar to reminisce about the past.
The wine Qin Moling swallowed was tasteless, "Let's go." He paid the bill.
The song was not over yet, Jian Hang finally turned around, "Wait until I finish listening to this song. Every time Lin Xiao sings, the key is out of tune, I forget what the original key is."
Qin Moling's hand holding the card to pay the bill paused slightly, "Lin Xiao?"
"Well, it's Qin Xing's friend, don't you know?"
"I heard it, Qin Xing mentioned it."
Jian Hangduo said a few words: "Lin Xiao works in Yin Lin, and under me, his parents asked me to take care of him. After two years of taking care of him, he restrained himself."
Words are full of helplessness.
Qin Moling had never met Lin Xiao before, maybe he didn't remember it, but he could imagine Lin Xiao's temperament. When Qin Xing teamed up to play games, Lin Xiao was the one who had the loudest voice, and kept talking about Little Olive.
The person she thought of just now should be Lin Xiao who gave her a headache, not other men.
Thinking of this, Qin Moling stuffed the card back into the card holder and signaled the bartender to give him another drink.
Jian Hang was puzzled: "Aren't you leaving?"
Qin Moling only said: "It's fine to go back."
Jian Hang couldn't understand his mind, he would leave for a while and then not leave. It's just right not to leave, she listens to a few more songs, listening to songs on the phone is completely different from listening to the scene.
Qin Moling endured the noise in the bar, which made his brain ache.
He took a sip of his wine and listened to the music patiently.
Tomorrow he had to get up early to go to work, Jian Hang stayed until eleven o'clock and asked Qin Moling if he wanted to leave.
Qin Moling's patience had already reached its limit, so he stood up, "Let's go."
He pays with his card.
The bar manager received a call from the boss in advance, and Qin Moling would pay the bill if he wanted to. He didn't like to owe favors.
Qin Moling even paid for a cup of coffee, let alone thousands of bottles of wine.
Coming out of the bar, Jian Hang took a deep breath, still feeling unreal.
"What's wrong?" Qin Moling asked when she saw that she was not leaving.
Jian Hang: "It's nothing." The stamina of the wine was stronger than she thought, it was a bit over the top, and the night scene in front of her was unreal.
Fortunately, the driver drove the car over, so she didn't need to go any further.
Sitting in the car, Jian Hang was thirsty, "Is there any water?"
"Yes." Qin Moling gave her a bottle of water from the car refrigerator.
"No room temperature water?"
"There is a trunk." Qin Moling put down the ice water.
The driver opened the trunk and was not in a hurry to get out of the car. He glanced at the boss in the rearview mirror and saw the boss push the door, so he sat there without moving.
Qin Moling took a bottle of room temperature water from the trunk, unscrewed it and gave it to Jian Hang.
"Thank you." Jian Hang took the water.
The mineral water at room temperature is still a bit cool, and the anxiety in the stomach is temporarily relieved.
She and Qin Moling have a different understanding of wine. Does he think wine with such a strong stamina is okay
I knew she was not greedy for drinking.
When he was about to get home, Jian Hang felt a faint stomachache, so she pressed and rubbed lightly.
Qin Moling accidentally caught her rubbing her stomach, "Stomach pain?"
Jian Hang shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, just a little uncomfortable."
"Go to the hospital?"
"No. It's okay, go home and drink some hot water."
If it still hurts when she gets home, she will take some medicine. There are various medicines for stomach pains at home.
Qin Moling recalled that when she went on a blind date, she was hospitalized because of a fever and later because of gastroenteritis. He always thought it was an excuse for her not wanting to go on a blind date with him.
It now appears that he may have been really sick at the time.
Like the previous few times, Qin Moling kept sending Jian Hang to the door, and he repeatedly confirmed: "Don't you need to go to the hospital?"
Jian Hang still said the same thing: "No need." To her, a stomachache from drinking is really a trivial matter, not worth mentioning, as long as there is entertainment, she has to drink, and if she drinks too much, she will inevitably have a stomachache.
Qin Moling looked at her, hesitant to speak.
"Go to bed early." He closed the door more than halfway, and the door panel almost blocked her body, and he told her again: "Call me if you have anything to do."
Through the crack of the door, she nodded.
Qin Moling closed the door from the outside, and he heard the sound of locking the door inside.
Jian Hang himself didn't take it seriously, drank some warm water, found out a change of clothes to take a shower.
After taking a hot bath, the smell of alcohol gradually dissipated, but my stomach became more and more uncomfortable and began to hurt.
Before going to bed, she took out the medicine and took one.
The last time she had acute gastroenteritis was before the Spring Festival. She had too much entertainment, her stomach hurt from drinking, and she had been on a bottle for a few days. She had just recovered two days later, and she had to entertain again. How could she not drink at the dinner she was hosting.
She drank more than half a catty of white wine that night, and her stomach hurt until midnight when she came back, and she was almost fine the next day after taking the medicine.
Jian Hang thought that it would be the same this time, so he took the medicine and went to bed with peace of mind.
It was almost early morning, and I was so sleepy that I fell asleep in a daze. I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the pain.
She turned on the light to check the time, it was ten minutes to two o'clock.
Jian Hang wiped his forehead, sweating slightly from the pain. She has always been able to bear it. That pain lasted until midnight, and the pain made her pajamas wet. She managed to survive and did not go to the hospital.
This time I couldn't hold on.
After a while, she braced herself to get up and looked for clothes to change.
Jian Hang didn't call a car, grabbed his bag and went downstairs, and took out the car keys from the bag.
In the entrance hall downstairs, there are two security guards on duty. They are basically fine at this time. It is stipulated that they are not allowed to play with mobile phones during working hours. They are chatting.
Seeing that Jian Hang came out so late, with a pale face, the security guard asked with concern: "Miss Jian, what's wrong?"
Jian Hang smiled, "I would like to trouble you, take me to the hospital, and you are not allowed to drive after drinking."
"You're welcome, you should." One of the security guards stretched out his hand, "Give me the car keys."
It is not the first time that they send the owner to the hospital in the middle of the night. The caring services provided by the company to each owner are far more than these. Of course, all services are based on high property fees.
The security guard drove Jian Hang to the nearest hospital, and it arrived in ten minutes. Jian Hang didn't let him in. She got off at the door, and the car let the security guard drive back.
She couldn't remember how many times she had come to the hospital for an injection because of the discomfort of drinking.
It was already forty minutes from registration to putting on the bottle.
After tossing and tossing for so long, Jian Hang was so painful that he almost collapsed, and then Mao walked to the emergency infusion room with his waist and stomach covered.
A little girl next to her watched her get the injection alone and helped her adjust the seat.
"thanks."
The little girl smiled sweetly, "You're welcome."
Jian Hang leaned back in the chair and looked up at the hanging bottle. He had to lose three bags in total.
It used to be easy to drink a catty of white wine, but after drinking half a catty, her stomach hurts. She only drank one glass tonight. No matter how high the alcohol content is, she wouldn't have to come to the hospital in the middle of the night to hang water.
Now I have to go to the hospital for an injection after drinking some wine, what should I do when I socialize in the future.
Even Jian Hang herself didn't think there was anything wrong, she was in such pain, she was not thinking about her body, but what would happen if she couldn't drink during social gatherings in the future.
She was representing Yin Lin. Stomach pain was never an excuse in the drinking game. As long as you can't die from drinking, you have to keep drinking.
Jian Hang took out her mobile phone and set the alarm for half an hour later. She put the mobile phone on her lap, and she leaned back in the chair and squinted her eyes to rest.
I don't know if it's the stomach or the intestines, but it hurts and I can't sleep at all.
When the sky was turning white, Jian Hang came out of the hospital.
After the drip, the stomach pain finally eased, and the doctor advised her to have another injection at night.
Jian Hang took a taxi back home, the sky had just been polished, she was washing rice and cooking porridge, but she dared not eat anything else.
While waiting for the porridge, Jian Hang washed up and turned on the computer to read today's emails. After one night, six or seven emails came from the headquarters, which urgently needed to be dealt with.
After the porridge was cooked, Jian Hang answered the email while eating the porridge, and opened the third email, informing her that she would have a meeting at the headquarters in a week.
She immediately forwarded it to the secretary and asked the secretary to book the ticket in advance.
Stomach still uncomfortable, she only ate half a bowl of porridge.
It was not half past seven after all the mails were processed, so I found out the medicine and brought it with me, and Jian Hang went to the company.
In the basement of the office building, Jian Hang met Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao was never late for work. This was his only advantage. Colleagues teased him. Apart from arriving early, he couldn't find other advantages with a magnifying glass.
"Morning, Boss." Lin Xiao held half a cup of coffee in his hand, put one hand in his pocket, had a meticulous hairstyle, and was always full of energy.
"morning."
When the two entered the elevator, Lin Xiao was about to raise his hand, but Jian Hang moved faster than him and pressed the floor.
Lin Xiao caught a glimpse of the needle on the back of her hand, "Boss, are you sick?"
"Ok."
"No leave?"
"No need to."
Lin Xiao hoped that Jian Hang would ask for leave. She was not in the company, and he was at ease, doing whatever he wanted, and he didn't dare to make big waves under her nose.
Jian Hang also looked at the back of her hand, there were still bruises, she didn't pay attention to the injection last night, the needle was removed, the blood returned and it was still swollen, so a second injection was given.
At this moment in Lemen Building, Qin Moling was preparing for a meeting when he suddenly thought of Jian Hang, wondering if her stomach still hurts. She had a stomachache last night because of him, if he didn't let her drink, it wouldn't be like this.
Out of responsibility, he should care.
After taking the phone, Qin Moling sent a message to Jian Hang: [How's the stomach?]
Jian Hang didn't want him to feel guilty, so he replied: [It's okay.]
Qin Moling stared at the phone thoughtfully, with her strong temper, even if something happened, she couldn't bother anyone, so he called Secretary Gao.
Jian Hang's car was still in Le Meng, and Qin Moling gave the car keys to Secretary Gao.
Secretary Gao looked at the car logo on the car key. She was very impressed with this white car. It had been parked in the boss's parking space for the past few days. The boss said it was his wife's car.
Secretary Gao took two steps forward and took the car keys from the corner of the table.
Before the boss spoke, she didn't ask much.
Qin Moling ordered: "Send it to Yin Lin Capital, and to Jian Hang."
If Jian Hang went to work normally, he would be fine.
Even if you go to work normally, if you feel a little unwell, Secretary Gao can tell a thing or two.
After the arrangement, Qin Moling picked up the phone again, thinking that he could tell Jian Hang in advance: [Are you at the company at noon? Send your car there.]
Jian Hang: [in.]
The last time he came to pick up the wallet, he came here by himself, so it should be him who delivered the car this time.