Xiao Qiao (1)
Not long after that day, Xiao Qiao offered to resign, and the boss didn't embarrass her. He paid off his salary in full and decided to give a banquet to see Xiao Qiao off that night.
At the farewell party, everyone talked about Xiao Qiao's usual interesting things and laughed one after another. The boss took the lead in toasting Xiao Qiao. Perhaps everyone's enthusiasm infected her, perhaps to uncover the sadness of parting hanging over her heart. She changed her usual habit of not drinking and clinked glasses with everyone. First, she drank all the red wine sent by Master Yang, but before everyone enjoyed themselves, the boss brought several bottles of white wine, and Xiao Qiao also drank two glasses with a taste mentality.
Fu Xiao reluctantly smiled and kept pouring wine into his stomach. Master Yang patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, eat more dishes, wine is very expensive." Everyone laughed, and Fu Xiao laughed, too. He filled his glass, stood up and said to Xiao Qiao, "Xiao Qiao, don't forget us, come back often." Xiao Qiao's dimples became more and more obvious: "Of course." Come on, cheers. "
Before long, two bottles of white wine were also finished, and Fu Xiao was still clamoring for wine. On a whim, I found all the beer left in the restaurant and the bottle caps flew into the air one by one. "Come on, blow one." Master Yang actually provoked Fu Xiao to blow the bottle, apparently to make him drunk and solve his worries. This silly boy, you are not Xiao Qiao's type. Drink it! I'll forget everything after a while.
Under the crowd's input, Fu Xiao swallows wine while patting his stomach and fights. No matter how he loses, he can't lose face in front of Xiao Qiao. The bottle was finally empty, and everyone cheered and gave them a thumbs-up sign. Fu Xiao's body trembled. He said to everyone with his hand, "I ... I have to pee", and then he pushed it away to help him.
Speaking of which, after two glasses of beer, Xiao Qiao began to feel dizzy, thinking that Dad was right, and he couldn't drink mixed wine. Although his capacity for drinking is not bad, mixed wine is really a test. However, it feels good to be ventilated all over. She looked up and tried to look at her colleagues sitting around the table. When they tried to persuade each other to drink, they pretended to be sloppy and arrogant. She also smiled foolishly, unable to speak. Her heart is full of bitterness, and she is afraid that if she talks too much, the wine will turn into tears and pour out endlessly.
"Joe, Joe ..." Fu Xiao's voice came from the outside. Fu Xiao supported the table with his hands, trying not to shake himself. He told Master Yang and walked out slowly.
It is dark outside the kitchen. Xiao Qiao looked out for a while, but no one was there. She was about to close the door and walk back. A hand stretched out from the door and caught her: "Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao …" It was Fu Xiao, leaning against the wall by the door, motionless. I guess I ran out of wine. A sour smell floated to Xiao Qiao. She held out her left hand to cover her mouth and finally stopped the rolling in her stomach. With a little effort, I held Fu Xiao's hand and asked him with a smile, "Brother Fu, go in and have another drink. What are you doing here? "
Fu Xiao put the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, and forcibly ejected the remaining cigarette butts. He grabbed Xiao Qiao and held her in his arms: "Xiao Qiao, can you not go?" .
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