Host, You're Targeted

The dinner in Cheng's old house was attended by several business partners who had a good relationship with Cheng Hai, and several of them were Cheng Hai's college classmates.

It was 3-30 p.m. when Cheng got home.

The gate of Cheng's old house is a kind of ancient wooden gate with a sense of age. There are three steps in the door, so the car can't enter through the front door, but can only drive into the garage through the back door.

Cheng Hui originally planned to drive home by himself, but when he thought that he would have to drink with his uncles at the dinner party, he would find it troublesome to find a substitute driver, so he simply took a taxi.

Plus the chatter before the meal and the table game after the meal, the meal didn't finish until more than 7 p.m.

After the end of the game, Cheng Hui collapsed on the sofa for a long time.

He didn't know whether he was drunk or he was too tired on the recent run. He always felt dizzy.

"Don't you go home?" After seeing off the guests, Cheng Hai finds that Cheng Hui is still on the sofa. He comes to him and asks, "or are you going to stay at home tonight? I'll send someone to clean your room. "

When Cheng Hui left the agency today, the agent said that the chairman of the board asked him to go to the agency in the morning. If he went to the company from his old house, he had no suitable clothes.

Cheng Hui thought slowly, but he decided to go home.

"I'm probably too drunk to walk." Cheng Hui pinched his eyebrows. "Did uncle Liu go to see someone off? I'm waiting for him to come back, and I want him to give me a ride. "

Uncle Liu is Cheng Hai's driver.

Cheng Hai sits down on the sofa opposite Chenghui, takes out his mobile phone and calls the driver to send Cheng back home.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Hai finds that Cheng Hui seems to be really drunk, and the expression on his face is wanton.

If Cheng Hai remembers correctly, Cheng Hui didn't drink a few glasses of wine at all. Except for a few toasts necessary for the elders, he always drank sprite.

"How many drinks have you had? Is the capacity of wine so bad? " Cheng Hai takes out the general antidote from the bottom of the tea table and throws it at Cheng Hui. He says, "didn't you blow out a box before

Cheng Hui takes the antidote and wants to break a pill out of it, but he can't use it at all.

Cheng moved his arm and found that it was not only a headache, but also a pain on his body.

He put the antidote into his pocket and said, "I don't know. Maybe I haven't drunk it for a long time. The amount of alcohol is quite mysterious."

Looking at his son's tired and tired appearance, Cheng Hai said jokingly, "fortunately, you have such a good father as me, otherwise if you start your own business, you will definitely have to drink a lot of wine on the table. Or in your entertainment industry, haven't I heard that new people often drink and eat with directors and producers, and are often drunk? Thanks to my good father

Cheng Hai never forgets to brag when he is joking. Because Cheng Hui is uncomfortable, he won't hate him. He wags his tail and asks him, "are you proud? Son. "

Cheng Hui has a headache and doesn't understand what he is saying. He pinches his eyebrows and looks at him and asks, "what?"

Cheng Hai laughs twice and pats him on the shoulder. He doesn't repeat what he said just now. Uncle Liu comes from the next door. Cheng Hai pushes Cheng back and drives him away.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't say anything just now. You can go back to take a bath and go to bed." Cheng Hai stands at the gate and waves to Cheng Hui, "good night, my dear son!"