C20 To be the Escort of the Boss

Zhang Tian's English was not very good, but this woman could actually not speak English. But Zhang Tian was probably asking him who he was. He told her in English that he was Zhang Fan's friend.

The woman spread her hands in a strange expression and said, "Friend! Boyfriend! "Fuck!"

Zhang Tian could not be more familiar with the last word, he angrily cursed back, "Fuckyou!"

The woman looked panicked and cried out, "Oh, me god, Theeworl disgoingcrazy." As he spoke, he got up and ran off in a flustered manner.

This woman was saying that the world was going crazy. Zhang Tian found it funny. It seemed like this woman was a comrade.

Why did Zhang Fan come back to this place? Zhang Tian looked around, frowned, and pulled Zhang Fan's hand, "Director Zhang, let's go quickly."

Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "No, I'm not leaving. Zhang Tian, quickly pour the wine. "

Zhang Tian knew that she was drunk. Taking a deep breath, he carried her outside.

After walking for a short distance, a waiter arrived. He placed a tray in front of him and politely said, "Sir, your friend has spent a total of 2780 yuan."

"Wha, what, 2,780 yuan." Zhang Tian's legs almost went weak when he heard this. This was his salary for over a month. It was impossible for Zhang Fan to pay for it now. Zhang Tian felt so much pain in his heart that he took out his wallet. Since the day before yesterday, when he had paid his salary, he had been carrying the money on his body, unable to bear to spend it. He glanced at Zhang Fan, placed the money on the tray, and asked, "Can you write out an invoice?"

The waiter looked at him in surprise and shook his head. Forget it, I won't be able to compensate the company's finances for this amount of money. Zhang Tian was extremely vexed in his heart.

Just as he was about to leave, the waiter stopped him again. He secretly stretched out his hand and chuckled.

Zhang Tian was a little confused, "Didn't we already settle the bill? Why do you still want it?"

The waiter said, "Sir, tip."

Zhang Tian was about to go crazy and he needed a tip. He casually took out a 10 yuan note and handed it to him. The waiter disagreed, asking for 100 RMB at the beginning. Zhang Tian was so angry that he trembled. This waiter was really asking for an exorbitant price. Finally, after bargaining, the price was set at 50 yuan. After Zhang Tian left, he heard the waiter mumbling to himself, "What a miser, even bargaining for a tip."

He found Zhang Fan's car outside. With much difficulty, he managed to place Zhang Fan in the car. Touching the steering wheel, Zhang Tian was extremely happy. This was his first time driving such an expensive car, and he was even more excited than if he had eaten Viagra.

Zhang Fan, who was still half drunk and half awake, spoke a few irrelevant words from his mouth. But there was a faint sadness and resentment in the words.

Zhang Tian thought to himself that it was you who had walked out on your own. He righted Zhang Fan's body and comforted him, "Director Zhang, hang on for a while longer, I will send you home immediately."

At this time, Zhang Fan opened her blurry eyes and looked at him, and said vaguely, "No, I'm not going back, I don't want to go back to that house."

Zhang Tian was troubled, and asked anxiously: "Director Zhang, where are you going if you don't go home?" He couldn't just throw her in the hotel, could he? If Zhang Fan woke up tomorrow morning and found that he was thrown in the hotel, he would definitely not be let off lightly. Perhaps she couldn't remember anything else, but she must have clearly remembered that she was the one who sent her there. There was no way she could escape responsibility. Besides, it was not safe in the guesthouse, it was hard to not attract a few lackeys after seeing such a beautiful Zhang Fan.

Zhang Tian quickly dispelled his thoughts, sighed and said, "Forget it, treat it as if I owe you, go to my house."

Zhang Fan seemed to have heard his words, and laughed while saying, "Let's go to your house." Then he lost consciousness.

Zhang Tian laughed bitterly.

It's not the same if you drive a car that's worth more than a million yuan. Although Zhang Tian was curious about the various precision mechanisms inside the car, but he didn't dare to move carelessly. What happened? He wouldn't be able to explain it to Zhang Fan tomorrow.

Zhang Tian lived in a low-rent room. Although it was a little simple, at least it had two bedrooms and a living room. When Zhang Tian, who was carrying Zhang Fan, came in, she had vomited all over his filth. What he had on him was easy to clean. But what about hers? Zhang Tian carefully placed Zhang Fan on the bed. Under the dim yellow light, the sleeping Zhang Fan seemed to have a different charm to her. Her slender legs, especially, had curled up, adding to the feeling.