Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 39 Two groups of people met while eating barbecue

It is said that people cannot be unlucky all the time, and the "shit luck" thing suddenly fell on Song Zhiwei's head.

A few days ago, she ran into an injured stray dog ​​on her way home from get off work. At that time, both hind legs of the puppy were dragging on the ground, and it struggled to find food by the trash can.

Song Zhiwei couldn't bear it, so she took the puppy back to the hospital. After shaving off its dirty and messy long hair, she found that it was a purebred Maltese dog, which was expensive. It must have been lost or lost by its owner Abandoned after abuse.

She performed a bone setting operation for the puppy overnight, but only one leg was saved, and the other had to be amputated.

The puppy had a chip on it. After scanning it, she thought twice and contacted the owner.

The owner came soon after. It turned out that the puppy was not abused by the owner, but ran away after being in heat. It has been more than half a month, and its leg was broken by the bad guys while wandering.

The owner is a wealthy widowed old lady. Because her children are not around, she has always regarded the puppy as her own child. After the dog was lost, the old lady was very sad and offered a reward of [-] yuan to find the dog, but calling her was almost impossible. They are all liars.

Just when the old lady was heartbroken, Song Zhiwei's phone call saved her.

In order to thank Song Zhiwei for her kindness, the old lady not only fulfilled her promise, but also donated a total of 20 yuan to the hospital, and the hospital gave Song Zhiwei 1 yuan in cash as a reward.

"Sister Wei, you were the one who found the dog, and the reward is 1 yuan. How can the hospital only give you [-] yuan? No, I'm going to ask my cousin for an explanation." The righteous Xue Qian said indignantly.

Song Zhiwei held her back, and said in a good mood: "I didn't expect anything in return for saving the dog, and now I'm very happy to get 1 yuan for nothing. Besides, the other 19 yuan was not given to the hospital for nothing. Didn't the director say that?" Do you want to use the money to help stray animals? Compared to giving it to me personally, this kind of use is much more meaningful.”

"You, you really don't care about anything." Xue Qian shook her head and sighed "hate that iron can't be made into steel".

However, no matter how Xue Qian called her stupid, it couldn't affect Song Zhiwei's good mood.

She is not a greedy person in the first place. To her, more money and less money are just the difference between using more or less.

This month's "fiscal deficit", Song Zhiwei originally planned to live frugally until the end of the month, but she didn't expect to get 1 yuan all of a sudden. If she is unhappy, does she still have to worry about getting less?
"Okay, don't be angry." Song Zhiwei patted Xue Qian comfortingly, and said flatteringly, "I invite you to dinner tonight."

"Sister Song, listeners have a share." Two other colleagues came over and said with a smile when they heard this sentence.

"Yes." Song Zhiwei waved her hand proudly, "Eat, sing K and barbecue after get off work!"

In a good mood, she called eight or nine colleagues who usually had a good relationship. Xue Qian was a little worried, and quietly reminded: "You don't have to lose thousands of people because you call so many people."

"It's okay." Song Zhiwei also quietly replied, "Didn't you say that I might replace the vice president? Of course I want to win people's hearts now. I used to be reluctant to part with the hard-earned money, but now I don't feel bad about using the money. "

"I can't refute your logic." Xue Qian shook her head and said.

So after get off work, Song Zhiwei led a group of colleagues to make hot pot first, and sang K until 11 o'clock, when someone shouted that they were hungry, they moved to the barbecue restaurant, which was still the one she often went to, and also invited Wei Xuan The one who drinks.

At this time, Song Zhiwei drank a lot, her face was red and her eyes were drunk, and she said in a drunken way: "You just eat and drink, I have been in the hospital for three years, and I haven't entertained you well. Everyone must have fun tonight!"

Xue Qian, who drank more, was more excited than her. She put her arms around Song Zhiwei's shoulders, pouted and said nastyly: "Sister Wei, I really like you so much. If you are a man, I will definitely marry you!"

Song Zhiwei pushed her away funny and angrily, "Whoever wants you to marry, hurry up and choose vegetables."

A colleague dragged Xue Qian away, Song Zhiwei felt a little dizzy, propped her chin and closed her eyes to rest.

"Sister Song, are you okay?" Someone asked with concern.

Song Zhiwei closed her eyes and shook her head: "It's okay, just eat something."

Alcohol made her head a little dizzy, and her stomach was a little uncomfortable, but her consciousness was still clear, and she would probably be fine after eating something to relax.

At this moment, a group of men came over, all of them were strong, with bright eyes, and their demeanor was obviously different from ordinary people.

"Battalion Commander, is this the family?" A young man in his early twenties, with a clean face but a long scar on his arm, asked the tall man beside him.

"Yeah." With a capable cropped head, a cold and casual expression, and a pair of deep and calm black eyes, like the eyes of a falcon, with a sharp edge.

Wei Xuan, who was wearing a black shirt, nodded.

"Even the battalion commander said it tastes good, so this restaurant must have a good taste."

This sentence is not flattering, but as a member of the military, he is not too particular about eating and drinking, especially Wei Xuan, a person with "slow" taste buds. For him, eating steamed buns is not much different from enjoying a full banquet .

So when he had a recommended store, his comrades were both surprised and convinced.

In fact, just judging from the number of diners, we also know that the taste of this barbecue restaurant is definitely not bad.

Led by the waiter, a group of men passed through the narrow gap between the tables, chairs and benches.

Wei Xuan glanced at a person.

It was Song Zhiwei who had her eyes closed and her head resting on her hands.

His keen gaze swept across the bottles of wine that had been opened in front of her, and his deep eyes stayed there for a few seconds.

Song Zhiwei didn't notice Wei Xuan who "passed by", and only opened her eyes dizzily when Xue Qian, who was screaming, came back with a large plate of stewed vegetables.

"Come on, the appetizers are here, everyone keep drinking!"

Half an hour later, a colleague died and clamored to go home and rest.

"Sister Song, we have to go to work tomorrow, so let's go first." Everyone thought that they would have to go to work tomorrow, so they bid farewell.

"Hey, don't leave, there's still so much wine!" Xue Qian held someone's hand and refused to let him go.

Song Zhiwei was more sober than her, she opened her hand and said, "They have to go to work tomorrow, and I will be on vacation tomorrow, so I will accompany you."

"Okay! Just the two of us to drink! I'll ask the boss to cook some barbecue!" Xue Qian stood up and wanted to call the boss, but she was happy when she turned around. She pointed to a table not far away and said loudly to Song Zhiwei , "Sister Wei, isn't that the handsome soldier who lives on the same floor as you?"

(End of this chapter)