Heart attack

Chapter 265 Sweet wine
"Look, Teacher Yimi is indeed a teacher, but he knows how to do things. Look at you."

"Eating a hot pot will give you Huhai people a sense of pride, right?"

"That's right, I'm not convinced!" Gu Yunyun joined the battle.

"Hey, hey, Bibi if you have the skills."

"Compared to what?!"

"On the number, give me a beating first."

Gu Yunyun: "..."

Zhou Wu rolled up his sleeves, "I don't believe that two-to-two can't beat you rookies, hurry up." He clicked on the game, and suddenly felt dull, "Forget it, I'm tired today, let's eat."

"..." You can really talk to yourself.

Tang Yunluo also didn't want to fight. Today, one round was exhausting enough. They played four or five rounds in a row, and their buttocks were rotten. "Let's eat, what kind of regional discrimination does eating a hot pot, report it."

"Fuck you, cook."

Gu Yunyun was eating with a whimper, and squinted to see Tang Hong was also replying to the message.

She was chatting with Sheng Peiqing.

Sheng Peiqing sent a long series of voice messages, roughly saying that as soon as she landed and turned on her mobile phone, her brother told her that she was not in Huaicheng this year and asked her not to come back, and told her not to use this reason to take a vacation, otherwise she would be killed if she found out. Deduct her wages.

All the grievances in her heart came out in an instant, and she said helplessly and speechlessly that she didn't know whether she should go home or not.

So now she's wandering the airport.

Tang Hongyi: You can come back in a few days, I will give you a vacation.

Sheng Peiqing: Wuwuwu is still the best teacher Tang.

Tang Hongyi: You're welcome, take a good rest.

"Yes, you're not the type of person who loves Teacher Tang the most. Brother Luo is the type who can't change his gender." Gu Yunyun supported her head and drank a small glass of wine.

"Come on, Poison Tongue Yun, you look shy and cute, and when you are unhappy, you become a different person, full of coquettish talk." Zhou Wu took her wine away, "You'd better stop drinking, I'm afraid you'll still drink it when you go out. Cover your mouth to avoid social death."

"What are you talking about, I'm not drunk for a thousand cups."

"Oh, then you are very good."

"You will die if you don't have yin and yang. I'm afraid that I'll be on the hot search with you when I'm drunk. The previous hot search hasn't dropped yet. You'd better stay away from me."

"It's a coincidence, but it can't be done." The face of the sloppy face is full of embarrassment, "This time you still play my little fan girl, what a mess."

"..." If beating someone is not against the law.

With Zhou Wu here, the chat atmosphere is almost the same as that of the students more than [-] years ago. The nonsense has no connotation, but it makes people laugh, just like a few years ago, risking being beaten by family members, covering the bed at night The appearance of secretly chatting is the same.

He loves to chat about everything, and as long as there is a topic, he will follow up with hundreds of sentences of nonsense.

Zhou Wu drank her wine, peach-flavored sweet wine, "By the way, Mr. Tang, do you have a boyfriend? Let's be honest, I hired you, and you are the only ones left."

Tang Hong was also very attentive in replying to the message. He didn't hear what Zhou Wu confessed, and shook his head not too concerned, "I don't have a boyfriend."

"That means you have a sweetheart, right?" Gu Yunyun continued, "I don't have a boyfriend, but I have someone I like."

Gu Yunyun is known as the master of emotion, and she has analyzed a lot of emotional problems with Zhou Qiyue. Tang Hong has also heard it a few times occasionally. It is a strategy accumulated from a large number of novels and film and television dramas, and it is not professional.

But she tasted the meaning of the words quite accurately.

Tang Hong also had a panic of being probed, but then felt that it didn't matter, and took a breath: "Yes."

Gu Yunyun quickly froze, playing with her metaphysics of feelings.

Probably because of the peach liqueur, or because the topic was too ambiguous, there was a sweet smell all around. The peach fragrance wafted in the hot pot, which was very obvious and very sweet.

She hooked the wine jar and poured herself a glass of rum. The rum was really sweet, and pink bubbles would pop out of her tongue.

Swallowing that taste, she squinted at the wine jar for a while, and never touched the glass of wine again.

　Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol! ! !
　　And the peach liqueur is really good.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)