Chapter 59: The Person Hiding in Memories (9)

As Song Qingchun said, he stood up while supporting the table, and walked towards the door of the box.

All the pictures in front of her eyes were blurred, she couldn't see the road clearly, her steps were sloppy, and she walked staggeringly.

"Miss, be careful..." the waiter reminded, and stretched out her hand towards Song Qingchun, but her fingertips still touched Song Qingchun's arm, and Song Qingchun's feet hooked around the corner of the chair. Really tripped and fell to the ground.

The floor of the box was covered with a thick carpet, and it didn't hurt to fall on it, but Song Qingchun was lying on the ground, his eyes were red.

The waiter hurried forward, squatted down, and asked worriedly: "Miss, are you okay?"

Song Qingchun raised his head following the voice, and answered the wrong question, "What should I do if I don't want to go to hell? Today is my birthday, so I don't want to go to hell?"

As Song Qingchun said, he raised his hand and grabbed the waiter's skirt, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, with extra force: "Tell me, how can I avoid going to hell?"

The waiter was not sure what Song Qingchun meant by "go to hell", but after thinking about it, she felt that it was more likely to be "going to work", so she replied softly: "Miss, you If you are so drunk today, you will definitely not be able to go to work, why don't you call your boss and ask for leave?"

Ask for leave? Song Qingchun's eyes suddenly glowed.

"Yes, leave... I want to ask for leave..."

Song Qingchun nodded and muttered, took the mobile phone, and then looked at the address book for a while, but couldn't tell which phone number belonged to Su Zhinian, so he handed the mobile phone to the waiter: "Which one is Su Zhinian?" Perverted?"

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When it was time to get off work, Su Zhinian had an emergency meeting and returned to the office. It was almost seven o'clock.

Su Zhinian sat on the sofa a little tiredly, raised his hand and rubbed the sore brows, inadvertently, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of an exquisitely packaged cake box not far away.

Su Zhinian paused slightly. He stared at the cake for a while, finally stood up slowly, walked over, and then looked at the fresh fruit cream cake inside through the transparent packaging box, and walked god.

With the sound of knocking on the door, the office door was pushed open. Su Zhinian frowned, turned around quickly, and saw Cheng Qingcong walking in anxiously holding a document: "President Su, this document The file needs you now..."

When Cheng Qingcong said this, he saw the cake next to Su Zhinian, and he paused for a moment before continuing to say in a steady tone, "Sign it."

Su Zhinian nodded slightly, took the document, flipped through it casually, and made sure there was nothing wrong with it, then turned around, attached it to the desk, and signed it smoothly with a pen.

Su Zhinian handed the document to Cheng Qingcong, and when Cheng Qingcong turned to leave, he suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Cheng Qingcong turned her head in surprise: "President Su, what are your orders?"

Su Zhinian pursed her lips tightly, remained silent for three seconds, and pointed at the cake beside her: "Take this out and throw it away."

Every year on this day, Su Zhinian would call her early in the morning and tell her to order a birthday cake, and then ask her to throw it away at night.

Even though he had experienced this situation several times, Cheng Qingcong was still taken aback for a moment, then nodded, said "yes" softly, and left with the cake.