non-contractual relationship

Chapter 43

Halfway through thinking about it, Zheng Feihe simply stopped, and pulled An Lan, who had come up with him, to the side.

An Lan glanced at the distressed Ankang, surprised: "Aren't you going?"

Zheng Feihe's eyes were still fixed tightly.

That kid almost hit the cup on Ankang's nose. He looked angry, but in order to prevent Brother Lan from going to the rescue, he said with relief: "It's okay, let's take the straight man who is famous in his kid circle with cancer." , nothing will happen."

"Is that what I'm talking about?" An Lan looked at Zheng Feihe's hand that was holding her back and the man's unknowingly stepping leg, and laughed.

"It's nothing...Brother Lan, just stand here and calm down, and don't go anywhere." Zheng Feihe, who was poking around, held An Lan tightly and didn't let go, not even noticing that An Lan was laughing at him just now.

"I'm standing here and no one is paying attention, what kind of place is this?" An Lan murmured in her heart, half raised the corners of her lips, and said nothing.He saw Ankang's eyes looking over, and he would wait to see Zheng Feihe suffer for himself.

Ankang waited for a while, but did not wait for Zheng Feihe to come.Looking back, Zheng Feihe was still in that dim corner, holding An Lan with one hand, and the two were facing their side, as if they were discussing something.His own eyes drifted over and caught up with his, but he pretended not to see it again, and quickly looked away.

"Hey, what are you looking at? I didn't force you to do anything you shouldn't do. It's just a drink. Can you please hurry up!" Ankang looks left and right.

Except for Ankang, few people noticed An Lan and Zheng Feihe in the corner, and almost all of them slipped away.

Zheng Feihe suppressed his urge to rush over because he wanted to make Ankang suffer a little bit, and turned around to be reasonable, thinking that he could bear it for at most 2 minutes, and then he would go over to support Ankang.

Here, Zheng Feihe crazily persuaded himself in his heart to "let him suffer a little bit first, so that he can remember", but he couldn't help but moved a little bit to the other side, and when he realized it, he pulled An Lan back a few steps, Stamping his feet, he almost held his legs down to prevent him from moving.

Over there, Ankang took a few more glances at Zheng Feihe who turned his head away, suppressed the little disappointment in his heart, scolded himself for being incompetent, took the cup and started pouring.

In any case, it is not a good habit to habitually choose to depend on others.

Zheng Feihe didn't expect that he was just in a daze, and when he looked back, Ankang had almost finished drinking the wine with his head raised.That's strong alcohol, and it's nonsense that any good alcohol isn't top-notch, but ethanol doesn't pay much attention when it acts on the nerves of the brain.What's more, this person might even drink beer.Thinking of the night at the villa, Ankang, who was flushed after drinking the white one, he didn't care about Anlan at all, and finally ran over, snatched the cup, and raised his hand to the surprised people. He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp: "I've spoiled everyone's interest, you can do whatever you want, let's take a step first." When it was over, he pulled Ankang and left.

Everyone present was stunned: Which one is this?

Young Master Hu was no exception. He sat up straight, but he still couldn't figure out where it all went: These two people... have something tricky?

An Lan was standing in the corner, also frowning.Zheng Feihe made a complete mess by throwing him a mess.The time to go home to Mi Mi has to be postponed for a while.

......

The mess at the scene was thrown to An Lan by Zheng Feihe.He took Ankang to the garage by himself, not happy in his heart: "What kind of ghost class do you still have to go to, just go home and lie down and rest. In today's situation, if you stay for a while, you will be completely overwhelmed, and you will be dizzy, then it will be difficult." .”

Ankang was already sweating a little.The wine just now had a lot of stamina, and when he got to Zheng Feihe's car, he was directly pushed into the back seat by Zheng Feihe who was on the same arm.

He was still struggling: "I'm not off work yet!"

"It's off work, it's off work. Stay well and don't move around." Zheng Feihe pushed Ankang back who had struggled to the car door, fearing that he would hit his head, and covered it with his hands.Ankang just rushed upwards and felt that his head hit something soft. Looking up, Zheng Feihe withdrew his hand protecting Ankang's head, shaking it in pain.

Ankang was a lot more honest, although he was not convinced, he still retreated a little bit silently, watching Zheng Feihe standing where he was, puffing his cheeks and blowing his hands, half leaning against the side of the car, wanting to go forward but not daring to approach .

"Okay, okay, I'll just tell Brother Lan later." Zheng Feihe looked at Ankang with a bit of dissatisfaction, and compromised.Before Ankang could react, he seized the opportunity, leaned over, pushed Ankang back into the car, and carefully fastened his seat belt.After finishing his work, he realized that Ankang was staring at his hand, patted Ankang's shoulder with his uninjured hand, and threatened: "Don't move, my hand still hurts."

Already feeling a little drifting, Ankang frowned reluctantly, but obediently stayed in the car: "I can talk to the foreman myself."

Zheng Feihe sent Biaozi the location and a text message, sat in the back seat first, closed the car door, and said, "Then what do you tell the foreman, tell me? I'll listen."

Ankang curled his lips unconsciously: "What else can I say about asking for leave?"

Zheng Feihe saw it, and stretched out his hand to touch, but Ankang dodged his head, smashed the jar, and coaxed Ankang like a child: "If anyone asks for leave, the foreman promises to let him go, so what about Yuehua's business?" Keep going? Be good, we are different, I will tell Brother Lan directly when I get home, he knows it well, he was just beside him."

Ankang was a little out of his mind, blinked his eyes, remembered the different treatment and whispers of his colleagues this week, and insisted on his original position: "Why am I different from others? I am the same as everyone else."

Looking at Ankang whose face and neck were already flushed, Zheng Feihe breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you still want to continue working like this?"

He had seen it the previous time that Ankang was a person who couldn't touch alcohol.Just now he thought that Ankang could hold out for another 2 minutes, so he procrastinated. You have to know that this kid is so serious in his work, and he cares about any tricks or feasibility, so let's pull it all down.

It's good now, less than half an hour after drinking it, it has already started to float.I'm afraid that if you give it a little longer, this classmate will become proud, and maybe immediately perform the eighteen tricks of drunkenness on the spot.

Biaozi was already nearby, but now he was wandering around the entrance of the garage looking for a car.

Zheng Feihe originally wanted to get out of the car to greet Biaozi, but found himself held by Ankang's sleeves, and had no choice but to make a phone call.When he gave advice, Ankang struggled with the seat belt that bound him.When Biaozi rushed over, Zheng Feihe, like Ankang, was sweating all over.

Seeing Biaozi nodding to him, Zheng Feihe breathed a sigh of relief, opened the window, threw the key to Biaozi, and sat back in the back seat.

At this time, Zheng Feihe felt that Ankang might not be sober anymore.Because the man was trying to get out of the car without unfastening his seat belt.

After getting into the car, Biaozi glanced at the rearview mirror and locked the doors and windows of the whole car in advance.

When Zheng Feihe heard the sound of locking the door, he didn't bother to praise Biaozi. He untied his seat belt and pushed Ankang, who was freed from the bondage and tried to escape, on the back seat: "Be honest when you're drunk. No more trouble."

Ankang, who was delayed for two seconds in receiving the signal, thumped twice: "I'm not drunk. I'm just going to take a leave of absence. I'm the same as everyone else!"

"Okay, okay, then are you and I the same? For the sake of being the same, can we not move?" Zheng Feihe held Ankang's wrist and guided Ankang in a coaxing tone.

Ankang's mind was empty for three seconds, and he said without thinking: "...No, I am different from you."

Although that is what he said, looking at Zheng Feihe, he really stopped thumping, as if he had suddenly pressed the pause button, put away all his movements, and lay on his back in the back seat, feeling a little aggrieved, only a pair of clear Eyes fixed on Zheng Feihe.

The lights in the car were on, not too bright.But Zheng Feihe saw his impatient self from those eyes.As if being burned, he withdrew his hand, sat upright, and turned his head a little awkwardly.

Ankang didn't move, and was still half-lying. After a while, he quietly got up and sat down: "You must ask for leave, otherwise, according to the employee code, you will follow..."

Zheng Feihe heard Ankang's silence halfway through, and turned his head to see that the little chicken pecking rice finally reappeared in the world.He sat down, put Ankang's head on the backrest, and re-fastened Ankang's seat belt.

He heard Ankang murmuring vaguely: "...it will be counted as absenteeism."

Patting Ankang's head, seeing that the man had finally calmed down, Zheng Feihe took out his phone and sent a text message to Brother Lan.If you ask for leave, just ask for leave, and you still have to be particular about being blind.

When they got home, Zheng Feihe was hesitating whether to let Biaozi carry him up, or to help him up with Biaozi himself. Ankang, who was asleep, was so dead that he couldn't carry him alone.

Suddenly, An Lan's call came.

Zheng Feihe got off the donkey and signaled Biaozi to work hard on his own, and he followed.

Biaozi looked at Zheng Feihe a few more times, resigned himself to carrying Ankang on his back from the rear driver's seat, and walked towards the elevator.

Zheng Feihe heard An Lan call his name coolly, got goosebumps all over his body, but could only bite the bullet and answer: "Brother Lan, I'm home, it's going well."

Ignoring Zheng Fei and those gaudy greetings, An Lan went straight to the point: "I'm not good."

"How is that possible? My brother Lan is as imposing as a rainbow, from Changchun in four seasons." Zheng Fei made a face with his mouth.

"Mandarin is not good, so don't use idioms indiscriminately. Let's put it this way, about four or ten minutes ago, my man's nephew cheated on me, causing my daughter to now accuse me of not speaking well. My man knows that my daughter is unhappy and checks the post As if asking me why I haven't arrived home yet. Tell me, how should I solve this situation more appropriately?"

Zheng Feihe, who was wronged, could only respond repeatedly and act coquettishly, and finally dealt with An Lan.

When the phone was about to hang up, Zheng Feihe was rushing to the elevator to swipe his card, when he heard Brother Lan's instruction, "Remember to tell Ankang clearly", he hurriedly responded, and hung up the phone.

Getting out of the car with the phone in hand, Bai Mimi rushed over and hugged her thigh. An Lan, who wanted to say a few more words, looked at the phone screen showing that the call had ended, sighed, and handed the phone to Bai Mimi. Mimi hugged Mimi up, which made me a little bit happier.

Listening to Bai Mimi who was lying in her arms seriously counting to herself what extraordinary things she did today, An Lan could only pray in her heart that Zheng Feihe would never do anything, and hope for good luck.