It may be because the expressions of the men in suits are too indifferent, so the atmosphere is a little frozen, only the middle-aged man who is still lying on the ground is making a clear groan.
Time passed by second by second, just when Li Zhao thought that these strong men had begun to doubt him, they bent down and lifted the middle-aged man on the ground and said thank you to him.
They carried the middle-aged man without going far. Li Zhao saw that someone slipped under his feet, and the head of the middle-aged man they were carrying slammed against the wall with a thud.
This time the middle-aged man didn't make a sound because he had already passed out.
Are the bodyguards of rich people so rude? Li Zhao couldn't help taking a deep breath, took two steps back, and bumped into the waiter.
"It scared me to death." Li Zhao rubbed his temples, and he was a little dizzy after being poured a few more glasses of wine at night. He patted the waiter on the shoulder: "Hurry up, let's go quickly."
The man glanced at his patted shoulder, was silent for a moment, and followed behind Li Zhao.
"Fortunately, they didn't find something wrong. I'm afraid I won't be able to beat the three of them." Li Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "If someone asks you about this, you have to insist that you don't know, understand?"
The man stared at him for two seconds, then nodded slowly.
"That's right." Li Zhao smiled reassuringly: "Let's come out to make a living, we must be stupid when we should be stupid, and we shouldn't be too shameless when we should be thick-skinned."
The man listened in silence. He and Li Zhao came to the door of a private room. There was a faint laughing noise from the half-closed door.
"Wait for me outside, I'll say hello to my friends, and then accompany you to see the leader." After Li Zhao finished speaking, he saw the man staring at him blankly, as if he didn't understand why Li Zhao wanted to accompany him. See foreman.
"Have you ever watched a suspect drama?" Li Zhao covered his mouth and explained to the man in a low voice, "If a suspect doesn't want to be found out about what he did, he needs an alibi."
The man's pupils trembled slightly.
"Do you understand now?" Li Zhao blinked slyly: "I am the evidence of your absence."
Seeing that the man didn't seem to react, Li Zhao, who was a little drunk, said directly: "Anyway, you don't have to worry, wait for me here for a while, I'll come right over."
When the man saw him striding into the box, he seemed to have said something to the few people sitting in the direction of the main seat. After everyone poured a few big glasses of wine, he walked out.
The people behind him were laughing and laughing, and they didn't seem to care that he left early, and most of them gathered around another young man to be courteous.
"Let's go." Li Zhao wiped away the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with a tissue: "I took you to say hello to the foreman and said that you helped me a lot just now. The customer's personal praise is helpful to your waiter, right?"
The man looked at his slightly flushed cheeks, untied his vest and put it on his arms, revealing a straight and thin waist: "It doesn't matter, I won't be here tomorrow."
Li Zhao paused for a while, shook his dizzy brain, and turned to look at the man's face and waist: "It's okay to resign, you're good-looking, and you will suffer when you meet some immoral bastards."
Pressing to open the elevator, Li Zhao leaned against the elevator wall and tried his best to clear his mind. Seeing that the man was silent, he didn't seem to be in high spirits: "Although this kind of thing is a bit embarrassing, you don't have to worry about it. It's not you who is at fault, it's those shameless people."
The man looked up at Li Zhao and suddenly said, "A good-looking face isn't something harmful?"
The elevator door opened, and the cold air from the hotel lobby hit him, causing Li Zhao to shudder: He turned to look back at the man: "What did you say?"
The man looked at his flushed face and watery eyes, his eyelids drooping slightly: "What's your name?" With slender fingers, he casually unbuttoned the first and second buttons on his shirt, revealing his white neck.
Seeing this scene, Li Zhao laughed: "You're not like a waiter in a hotel, but more like the young owner of a hotel."
This man is white and elegant, his hands are well-proportioned and delicate, and he is very well maintained. Coming to work here is mostly just to experience life.
"You helped me, I'll treat you to dinner." Seeing that Li Zhao was about to hit the revolving door, the man reached out and grabbed his arm and led him out of the hotel door.
"Eat?" Li Zhao looked up at the sky and found that the moon tonight was extraordinarily round. He looked around and found that there was a noodle shop across the street, he stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders: "Let's go, I'll treat you to some noodles."
The man glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and was dragged away stiffly by Li Zhao.
"I found that you seem to be a little taller than me?" Li Zhao compared his height with the man on his feet. After confirming that he was a few centimeters shorter than the other, he hummed twice.
Entering the noodle shop, there are no other customers in it, the boss is mopping the floor with a mop, and the lady boss is helping the children with their homework. Seeing a guest coming, the proprietress took the child into the back kitchen, and the proprietor put the mop aside and greeted the two warmly.
Li Zhao was filled with wine and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. He asked for two bowls of beef soup noodles, two dishes of side dishes, and broke the disposable chopsticks and handed them to the man.
"Thank you." The man took the chopsticks, and Li Zhao found that the other's hands were whiter than disposable chopsticks.
After the noodles and side dishes were served, the proprietress took two plastic-wrapped mooncakes and put them on their table: "Come, eat mooncakes, and wish the two handsome guys a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and good luck."
The mooncakes are only the size of two thumbs. They should be bulk weighing products sold in supermarkets. Li Zhao realized that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He opened the package and took a bite: "Wuren's?"
The probe glanced at the moon cake in front of the man, and vaguely saw the word "yolk" on the packaging bag. Although he is not a picky eater, he has to admit that mooncakes filled with egg yolk are better than those filled with five kernels.
After two mouthfuls finished eating the moon cake, Li Zhao began to bow his head to eat the noodles. His food is not ugly, but it tastes delicious, as if this bowl of noodles in clear soup with only a few slices of vegetables and two slices of beef is supremely delicious.
The man stared at him for a long while, then lowered his head and picked up a steaming noodle with his chopsticks.
The noodles are not strong enough, the vegetable leaves are not tender enough, the beef slices are not the most tender part of the cow, and the inferior vinegar exudes a faint sour taste.
The man only ate one chopstick and didn't want to continue, but when he saw Li Zhao eating noodles seriously, he hesitated for a while, then picked a few more noodles into his mouth.
"My name is... Yan Ting." The man put the chopsticks on the side of the bowl and moved extremely elegantly: "How about you?"
"Me?" Li Zhao drank the noodle soup cleanly, and his cheeks looked even redder: "Li Zhao."
"Towards?" The man stretched out his finger and wrote on the table.
"It's this Zhao." Li Zhao imitated a man and wrote his name again: "The Chinese teacher in the elementary school said that my name is particularly good, meaning that the light in black represents hope."
There was a sparkling light in Li Zhao's drunken eyes.
hope
Yan Ting's eyes drooped slightly: "The name is very good." He wanted to say something, but Li Zhao's cell phone rang.
"I'm in the noodle shop opposite the hotel." Li Zhao heard Zhang Xiaoyuan's anxious inquiry, and quickly explained, "Don't worry, I'm not too drunk."
"Drunk people like to say that they are not drunk."
Yan Ting: "..."
How can a person who is drunk prove that he is not drunk
"My friend has come to pick me up." Li Zhao took out his mobile phone and paid for it, asked the boss for a piece of paper, wrote down his phone number and handed it to Yan Ting: "If the hotel wants to find you, you can call Call me to be a witness for you."
Yan Ting looked at this piece of paper that was torn crookedly and not at all asymmetrical, and reached out to take it.
"Goodbye." Li Zhao decided to walk out in a straight line to prove that he was not drunk. But before taking two steps, he bumped into the dining stool next to him.
"It's okay." Li Zhao looked back at Yan Ting: "Goodbye, and I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family."
Yan Ting accompanied Li Zhao to the side of the street, and after a while, he saw someone walking towards him.
"Zhao, you can have some snacks." Zhang Xiaoyuan ran over to support Li Zhao, and scolded in a low voice, "Those dog things are really not human, and knowing that you are not good at drinking, they deliberately poured your wine."
Isn't it because he saw that Song Yu didn't like their family's Li Zhao, so he deliberately made things difficult for their family's Zhaozhao in front of Song Yu's face
"Of course a dog is not a human being." Li Zhao laughed loudly: "Brother Xiaoyuan, your scolding skills are really bad."
"proceed if you can."
"I was a good student in high school."
"What do you mean?"
"That's why I, who have developed morally, intellectually, physically, and beautifully, never scold people."
After a long time, until Li Zhao's figure could no longer be seen, a black car stopped in front of Yan Ting.
"Sir, things have been dealt with, are you going home to rest now?" The man in a suit walked out of the car and bent over to open the door for Yan Ting.
Yan Ting bent down and got into the car, only to remember that he was still holding a note from Li Zhao and an unopened moon cake in his hand. He threw the mooncake aside at will, took out delicate handmade scissors, and subtracted the wrong corners on the note until it became a symmetrical rectangle before stopping.
He looked at the name and mobile phone number on the note, and whispered the name: "Li Zhao..."
Two months later, the weather has gradually entered winter, and Li Zhao's first online drama "Sweet Love of Domineering Girl" was launched silently on the Qingjiao webcasting platform. Except for the spontaneous promotion by the main creator of the crew, there was almost no publicity. channel.
Everyone knows that, like many low-cost online dramas, this drama will be launched silently, and then it will be broadcast silently, and no one will pay attention, let alone discuss it.
Even the main creators of the crew didn't take this show to heart. For example, if the heroine of this show hadn't been reminded by the agent, I'm afraid she would have forgotten to post the promotional Weibo on the day of the broadcast.
However, what all the main creators did not expect was that a certain clip of the show suddenly became popular on the Internet. The title of the edited video is - in the face of such beauty, who doesn't want to be a domineering female president
The author has something to say: Li Zhao: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.