Director's growth history

Director Zhao and Dong Mei helped Fang Shicheng into the hotel room. Just as Fang Shicheng was laid down, Fang Shicheng turned his head and vomited several times. The pillow, bed sheet, and floor were all filthy. 【-】

Director Zhao also drank a little too much, but he remained sober.He yelled: "Waiter, come quickly." He forgot that the door had already been closed by the waiter who had finished opening the door, and the waiter was not in the room.

Dong Mei said: "Director Zhao, thank you for your hard work. You should go back to rest early. I will take care of Fang Shicheng. Alas, is this man drinking alcohol? This is ruining his body!"

After seeing Director Zhao off, and returning to Fang Shicheng's room, Dong Mei looked at the young man in front of her lovingly, and all kinds of tenderness rushed into her heart.Seeing the spit of wine beside the pillow and on the bed sheet, and the mixture of wine and food on Fang Shicheng's shirt, Dong Mei sighed slightly, turned and went into the bathroom.Wet the towel, washed the rag, and came to the bed.Wipe off the dirty things with a rag, wash and wipe again, and there will be no more on the bed or clothes.Dong Mei put the wet towel on Fang Shicheng's head.

Looking at the colorful shirts, Dong Mei said to herself: "Can I wear such shirts? I have to go back tomorrow, so I should wash them overnight and let them hang out before I can wear them tomorrow!"

Dong Mei's tenderness was boundless, when her hand touched the first button and was about to untie it, she hesitated: Is it appropriate for me to do this?

Fang Shicheng was dreaming.Fang Shicheng dreamed that he was drunk and staggered into the house.The woman who greeted him did not criticize him, let alone cry loudly, but helped him to the bed with concern.Who is this woman? Fang Shicheng felt that he could not see clearly when he was drunk.Since she cares about herself so much, she must be a woman who loves herself.

At this time, it is the most comfortable thing to be able to spit out the contents of the stomach, and put the rest in advance, and there is no extra thinking to analyze and think about it. It is the most comfortable thing to spit out and sleep again. up.Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Shicheng felt a nausea in his stomach, and vomited out "wow" again, all over the bed, the pillow towel, and the floor.His own shirt was also stained colorfully by the mixture of wine and food he spit out.

Faintly, Fang Shicheng saw the woman took a towel, wiped it on his body and neck, and then left, feeling the coolness of the skin again.The jacket was unbuttoned, and so were the trousers.Fang Shicheng felt that his body was being moved gently and gently, and his legs were lifted and lowered one by one.The jacket was taken off, the trousers were taken off, and the warm quilt was covered on the body.A soft, cold towel was gently placed on the head—so comfortable!In his blurred vision, Fang Shicheng saw that the woman had spread bath towels, towels and some other things that he didn't know what was near his head - it must be because he was afraid that he would vomit again.Fang Shicheng was very moved, but he couldn't say it out of his mouth. He really wanted to say "Thank you!" After working hard for a long time, he just couldn't.