When Mingxun left, Zhao Kunpeng no longer knew which little duck to follow to let out his lust.
Mingxun was driving, his mind a little unclear. Even if he could drink, he would not be able to escape unscathed if he drank down four or five well-known executives at the table. However, he didn't get drunk very much, and he didn't get to the point where he couldn't drive or talked nonsense and became drunk and crazy.
How he suddenly thought of going home, he didn't know. He didn't know how long it had been since he went back.
He only remembered that today was the tenth day of his marriage.
Arriving at the gate of a familiar community, the guard post was replaced by a new one. When he saw his white license plate, he asked him to register. Did he suspect that he was in the wrong place?
Arriving at the familiar garage, he felt that he had made the right move. As he drove all the way, the number of speed bumps remained unchanged, and the familiar feeling of bumps it gave him remained unchanged.
After parking the car, he took his bag and waited for the elevator.
The elevator is also so familiar, with familiar buttons, the familiar 11th floor, and the familiar feeling of dizziness.
Using the key to open the door, he took off his coat, pulled off his tie, took off his shoes, and put on his own gray slippers.
Falling on the sofa, he choked and coughed twice, followed by a puff of dust.
He was waiting for the familiar person to ask him: Have you drunk too much? Take a shower?
After waiting for nearly half an hour, Mingxun opened his eyes and took a look at the quiet home in front of him.