An Bei who was hung up on the phone was furious. He really couldn't figure out what kind of boss would call his employees at night, and even said that he was worried about the safety of the employees.
He paced around impatiently, and remembered that Zhou Yanqing said during the meal that his work had no fixed hours, and he had to go wherever Song Yu went. Could it be because of work that Song Yu was in a hurry to find Zhou Yanqing?
During the phone call just now, Song Yu's tone was cold and firm, not as if he was talking casually. Anbei didn't really want to call the police, because his father's position usually means he has to think twice before doing anything, and he can't give his father a little black spot.
Zhou Yan Qingjiu on the bed felt a little uncomfortable and groaned twice. An Bei glanced at him, and reluctantly sent Song Yu the hotel address.
After half an hour's drive, Song Yu arrived in twenty minutes. Usually polite, he unconsciously ignored the greeting at the door and hurried into the hotel.
After getting out of the elevator and finding the room, Song Yu stood at the door for a while, suppressing the smell of gunpowder before knocking on the door.
The door was forcefully opened from the inside, and Song Yu saw a young man standing inside the door. Refreshing short cropped hair, clear face, sharp edges and corners, about the same age as Zhou Yanqing, except that the other party has glaring eyes and raised eyebrows, and seems to be in a bad mood.
Song Yu stretched out his hand politely, and said in a deep voice, "Hi, I'm Song Yu."
Anbei was originally mentally prepared for a confrontation, but Song Yu's sudden polite attitude caught him off guard. He was stunned for a moment, and he held the opponent's hand reluctantly, "Hello, I'm Yanqing classmate Anbei."
Song Yu took a quick look into the room and asked, "Where's Xiao Zhou?"
"Drunk, sleeping." Anbei turned sideways to make way.
Song Yu walked through the living room of the suite and walked into the master bedroom with the lights on. Zhou Yanqing buried half of her face in the pillow and slept soundly. Her cheeks and neck were flushed, and she seemed to have drunk a lot.
"Why did you bring him here?" Song Yu asked.
Anbei felt that this question was a bit inexplicable, and Song Yu shouldn't ask it. He replied in a bad tone: "I don't know where he lives. If we don't take him to the hotel, why don't we let him lie on the street?"
Song Yu was blocked for a moment, he realized that Zhou Yanqing probably didn't tell An Bei about living with him.
"He lives in the staff dormitory provided by the company. I'll send him back." Song Yu made up an excuse and lifted the quilt.
An Bei snatched up to him, blocked his hand, and said angrily, "He is sleeping soundly, why bother him."
Song Yu stared at Anbei coldly, and replied: "His identity is still an intern who has not graduated. He asked me for leave before going out today, and promised to go back on time. As the boss and senior, I think I have the responsibility to protect him." his safety."
Anbei felt that Song Yu was simply unreasonable, and it was completely different from the gentle and humble appearance on TV. He closed his eyes, tried his best to restrain his anger, and said, "I am his classmate and roommate. I have lived in the same dormitory with him for more than three years. How can I threaten him?"
"Teacher Song?" Just as the two were at a stalemate, Zhou Yanqing sat up on the bed at some point, and called Song Yu blankly with half-opened eyes.
Song Yu glanced at him and said to An Bei: "Then let the person concerned decide." Then, he lowered his head and asked Zhou Yanqing, "Do you want to go home?"
"Go home..." Zhou Yanqing said to himself, looking at the hotel room in confusion, the strange environment, strange lighting, strange smell, it was not the guest bedroom of Song Yu's house. He lifted the quilt out of bed and said, "Yes, we're going back..."
Because he was drunk, he spoke in a nasal voice.
An Bei stepped forward to hold his shoulder, and lowered his voice to comfort him: "Yanqing, it's already late. You sleep here for one night, and I'll take you to the company tomorrow morning."
Zhou Yanqing didn't answer, and crossed Anbei to look at Song Yu, and asked without knowing it: "Mr. Song, why are you here?"
After finishing speaking, he also hiccupped.
Song Yu made a straight face on purpose and said, "I'm here to pick you up. I agree with you to ask for leave for dinner, but I don't agree with you to get drunk."
Zhou Yan pouted lightly, and quibbled, "I'm not drunk." He pushed Anbei's hand away and stood up, and fell straight onto the bed before he could stand still for a second.
Anbei was amused by Zhou Yanqing's rare and silly appearance, and couldn't help laughing.
The corners of Song Yu's straight mouth also raised quietly, he leaned slightly and stretched out his hand to Zhou Yanqing: "Let's go home."
Zhou Yanqing looked at Song Yu's slender and delicate fingers in a daze, and slowly put his hands on them. Song Yu pulled him up with a force.
"Did you hear that? He himself doesn't want to stay here." Song Yu supported Zhou Yanqing, and said to An Bei politely and with a hint of showing off.
From the moment Song Yu spoke on the phone, Anbei could clearly feel Song Yu's restrained hostility towards him, but he couldn't figure out why this hostility arose. Was it really because he was worried about Zhou Yanqing's safety? This reason could not convince his inner doubts.
A ridiculous idea germinated like a seed, but Anbei immediately denied it secretly.
He looked at Zhou Yanqing, who was downcast with his head down, folded his arms and asked, "You don't feel at ease when he is here, so why do you think that I will be at ease if you take him away?"
Song Yu tightened his arms around Zhou Yanqing's waist, and said calmly, "Because I can prove that I am Song Yu and his boss by standing here, but you cannot prove that you are indeed his classmate."
"You!" Anbei was angry and frustrated. Song Yu has been very calm since he entered the door, and he was speechless with four or two strokes. What's more, the drunk Zhou Yanqing only had Song Yu in his eyes, and he didn't even look at him after waking up.
Song Yu's original intention was to pick up people, and he didn't want to offend An Bei and make things difficult for Zhou Yan. He took out a prepared business card from his pocket and handed it to An Bei, "This is my business card, with my contact information and The address of the company, if you can't contact Xiao Zhou tomorrow, you can call the police and arrest me."
Hearing the word "call the police", Zhou Yanqing raised her head vigilantly, and said nervously: "Call the police...why do you call the police?"
Song Yu replied him with a funny face: "I'm arresting you."
Zhou Yan flinched slightly, quietly hugged Song Yu's waist, and hid behind him.
Anbei had a panoramic view of this scene, and the thoughts that broke out in his mind began to grow wildly again. He took the business card with his cheeks tensed.
Song Yu half-helped and half-carried the man into the car, Zhou Yanqing had good wine, was not noisy, and was at the mercy of others.
Anbei stood two steps away in silence.
Song Yu got into the car and started the car, he hesitated for a moment before lowering the window.
An Bei thought he was about to say something, so he took a step forward, but Song Yu put his elbow on the car window and said, "He doesn't know how to drink, so don't take him to drink in the future."
Anbei: "..."
By the time he wants to say it's none of your business, all he's left with is car exhaust.