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Three rods in the sun, Zhang Xiaojian rubbed his sleepy eyes and felt nauseated.

He didn't even know how the amusement park ended, how he got home, he got out of bed subconsciously, rushed into the bathroom, and started vomiting.

Spit out, one hand patted his back behind his back.

Zhang Xiaojian, who had no nose or tears on his face, turned his head and saw Ye Mozhu's smiling anger and said: "Let you do it, let you drink."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." This sentence is a bit familiar. Did my second aunt always say that when I was a child?

Before he could check the memory system that had been destroyed by alcohol, a towel was stuck on his face.

Ye Mozhu carefully wiped off his nose and tears, and said with concern: "Do you want to vomit?"

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head, and leaned against Ye Mozhu's arms and said, "I think, I'm a dead man."

Ye Mozhu smiled: "Do you remember how you came back last night?"

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head again, feeling the warmth of Ye Mozhu's embrace, feeling a lot more comfortable, and whispered softly: "I just want to know whether Zheng Jiakai is vomiting or not."

He said he'vomited'...

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"Brother, although I just said you can't lose the face of a soldier, but are you a bit too pretended?"

Zheng Jiaxuan leaned against the door of the bathroom and watched his usual javelin-like old man retching while holding the toilet.

Compared to Zhang Xiaojian, Zheng Jiakai did not get a warm embrace and a clean towel.

With his nose and tears, he turned his head and looked at his sister and said, "Should you not come over and pat my back at this time?"

Zheng Jiaxuan immediately shook his head in disgust: "I am not your wife."

Zheng Jiakai stood up with difficulty, walked a few steps awkwardly, came to the mirror and washed his face, and after drying it with a towel, he asked, "How did I come back yesterday?"

Just as Zheng Jiaxuan wanted to answer, Zheng Jiakai waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I just want to know whether Zhang Xiaojian vomited or not."

He said he'vomited'...

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Gao Qingsong vomited under the roots for a long time.

Not only did no one pat him on the back, but no one asked about him.

Taking out a pack of toilet paper, he took out one, wiped the corners of his mouth, and finally stood up straight.

Beside him are two trolley cases, but his physical condition is really not so good today, so that it seems a little laborious to pull it up.

The footsteps flickered across the street corner, the noise in my ears became louder and louder, and there were more and more people before me.

Step by step, Gao Qingsong pulled the suitcase and walked into the crowd. He came to the underside of the bus station, then squinted his eyes, feeling a little bit sad.

Of course, in the end he still got the ticket and got on the bus.

Sitting in the seat he should be sitting in, he opened the window, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he remembered the scene of yesterday's drinking.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhang Xiaojian. Before Gao Qingsong could see the reply, he vomited.

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Chen Ning was now sitting in the first-class cabin waiting for takeoff.

The owners of the top team after the comeback surrounded her.

As long as she has any needs, someone will help her with the beckon.

But her chest was stuffy, and she felt sick. No one could help her.

Thinking of those little girls yesterday, Chen Ning smiled like a flower, so that even though her face was a little pale now, she seemed to be in a good mood.

Seeing her smile, the assistant who had been with her for many years took a stack of documents and asked: "Sister, the goose factory is going to have a talent show recently, and I want to invite you to be a mentor."

"Ok?"

"Top resources, full promotion, the price is also very good, I think it can be picked up."

Speaking, the assistant handed the detailed documents to Chen Ning. She knew that Chen Ning was accustomed to doing everything by himself and needed to read these materials.

Chen Ning took a closer look,

Assistant: "..." Is there anything disgusting in the file?

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Wang Wan'er's job is a flight attendant, I don't know that she has taken thousands of planes.

It's just that she is very unwell sitting in the economic warehouse today. In addition to drinking too much alcohol yesterday, it is also because she is now sitting as a passenger.

Looking at the flight attendant who did not know her gently asking her if she needed a blanket, Wang Waner said, "Can you give me a cup of hot water?"

The stewardess nodded, and soon handed over a cup of hot water.

Wang Wan'er took a sip and found that her stomach was indeed relieved. She smiled and said, "Thank you."

The stewardess immediately replied politely: "If you have any needs, please feel free to..."

Before she could finish her words, Wang Wan'er felt nauseous and let out a nausea.

The stewardess immediately stared at Wang Wan'er's lower abdomen and asked, "Miss, are you okay, are you pregnant?"

Wang Wan'er: "...No, it's just that I drank too much wine yesterday."

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Zhuo Fei with thick eyebrows and big eyes carried a backpack on his back on the train.

The ticket is a hard sleeper ticket, with six beds squeezed on three floors on the left and right in a very small space. The top bed is almost to the ceiling, and his ticket is the top floor.

Because he didn't want to go up, Zhuo Fei sat on the retractable chair by the roadside before the people in the lower bunk came.

It didn't take long for the three chirping female students to occupy the three beds on the left, and then they looked at Zhuo Fei with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Finding that he is good looking and well-shaped, the outgoing girls naturally started talking with Zhuo Fei.

Zhuo Fei is shy and blushes from time to time, making the girls laugh extraordinarily happy.

Zhuo Fei was also very happy, but the alcohol left in his stomach yesterday has not dissipated. He looked at the smiling faces of the three girls and gave a vomit, not because they were not smiling...

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A bowl of green porridge, a few stacks of pickles.

The more Zhang Xiaojian ate, the more comfortable he felt in his stomach, and the more tender his eyes looked at Ye Mozhu.

I learned from my aunt that Ye Mozhu helped him change clothes last night, which means that the little girl seems to have seen herself completely... but she still...

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaojian was heartbroken. Drinking did delay things. He missed more than 100 million yuan.

Ye Mozhu blushed a little when he saw it. He remembered that his mobile phone was still in the room where he slept last night and said: "I'll get your mobile phone."

He said he went upstairs, and the second aunt sitting next to Zhang Xiaojian looked at her back and showed a smile that she shouldn't have at her age.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't understand why Er Yi's smile was squinting, so he asked: "Er Yi, what are you looking at?"

The second aunt replied: "Mo Zhu's buttocks are round and curled, he will definitely give birth to a fat grandson in the future."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." Knowing that I must never catch up, or my second aunt will be endless.

After a while, Ye Mozhu went downstairs and handed the phone to Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian opened it and saw a few messages, and then handed it to Ye Mozhu.

Ye Mozhu also looked at it, then put it down, looked at Zhang Xiaojian, and found that he was looking at the scenery outside the window, as if talking to himself: "I don't know when I can get together again."

Said Zhang Xiaojian'vomited' again, and even shed sensational tears.