250 Raids: There's a girl next door

"Uh, not here."

Looking down at the money in his hand, he curled his lips, shrugged, and finally bent down, stuffing the money one by one from under the door.

Then I ran back to the room, took a pen and paper and wrote a thank you note, and stuffed it into room 812.

Turn around and go back to the room.

"President, you shouldn't be drinking so much." Vanilla helped the drunk Pei Mochen back to the hotel.

When they arrived at the door of the room, Pei Mochen pushed the vanilla away, leaned his head against the wall, and formed a "Chuan" between his brows.

Vanilla opened the door, grabbed his arm with both hands, and helped him into the room, "President, why don't you take care of your body at all? She can't see you doing this."

She has been following him for six or seven years since she joined Diemeng as an intern assistant and became a secretary. She has seen every change in him from being cold at the beginning, to hot, and then cold again.

At the beginning, she didn't know why she was so cold alone, and she couldn't say ten words all day, and there was always a trace of melancholy in her eyes, as if she was born with it.

It was only later that I realized that he was waiting for someone, and when that person came back, he was hot, and a smile began to appear on his face, and he talked a lot more every time he had a conversation.

As a result, that person left again, disappeared, and he became a cold ice cube, working hard during the day, drinking and smoking at night.

The proprietress is really capable.

A casual sentence made her change from an assistant to a secretary, and her salary doubled.

She should have been promoted according to her seniority over the years, but her salary has risen again and again, but her position has not changed. She knows in her heart that because her secretary is sealed by the boss's wife, he is not willing to part with it.

Just like he was reluctant to throw away anything related to her, he would rather look sad and angry than he would.

Even if she is so cruel, he can't be unintentional.

"Vanilla, you talk more and more." Pei Mochen entered the door, walked to the bed, and fell on the big bed with his eyes closed.

Although Vanilla was afraid of his cold personality, she still had to say, "It's not been two months since you last had stomach bleeding."

The last time was also because I drank a lot of alcohol, which resulted in stomach bleeding, and I lay in the hospital for many days. The doctor repeatedly told me to quit smoking and drinking.

But how can he listen, and he doesn't know how to cherish himself.

Pei Mo was lying on the bed, and his breathing became even after a while, his long eyelashes did not move, his lips were slightly pursed, and the word Sichuan was still maintained between his brows.

Vanilla shrugged helplessly, helped him take off his shoes and suit, covered him with a quilt, sat on the head of the bed, and quietly watched him sound asleep.

Only when he was drunk, could she look at him so boldly and recklessly.

Two fingers stretched to the center of his brows, and then separated the two sides, trying to smooth out his worrying troubles.

Why some people don't know how to cherish what some people can't look forward to in several lifetimes.

The next day!

Pei Mochen opened his eyes, and saw the clock hanging on the wall, it was already pointing to nine o'clock.

The sun was ruthlessly blocked out of the window by the curtains, and it was another night of drinking to fall asleep.

Standing up, he rubbed his swollen temples, looked sideways at his side, and smiled wryly...

In just a few days of sharing the same bed, it took him five years to get rid of the habit of looking at his side as soon as he woke up.

Without her, she would not have left such a cruel word.

Going down to the ground, putting on slippers, feeling dizzy, and stepping on the soft carpet, as if stepping on floating clouds.