"What's the thing? Your birthday? Why didn't you say it earlier! Then this gift is not suitable. It's too light. Give it to me first, and I'll pick someone else quickly."

Jun Jiu was stunned for less than five seconds and immediately took back the gift box he had just given, turned around and was about to leave. His panic appearance instantly made a strange warm current surge in Lao Zheng's heart.

"No, I'm so old that I won't be so grand."

Lao Zheng said quickly.

"Birthday is not big, so why not big. We ordinary people only have four words: birth, old age, sickness and death in our lifetime. Life ranks first, and we will definitely not be careless. Wait for me and come back in a few minutes!"

Jun Jiu went out without saying a word.

"It's really not necessary. I just want to have fun and drink some wine to get it over."

Lao Zheng drove him out of the door and shouted at Jun Jiu.

"Don't be anxious, I've already figured out what to send you to you early in the morning, but I just ignored the time. I really didn't do this."

Jun Jiu grinned, with a simplicity and honesty.

"If you say no, you won't. Why are you so stubborn? I've been waiting all night. How long do you plan to let me wait!"

Old Zheng suddenly let out a scream, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly squatted on the ground and started crying.

The more I cry, the more I feel wronged, and the more I feel wronged, the more I feel, the more I can't stop my tears.

Even she herself probably couldn't figure out why she cried. Maybe it was because of Jun Jiu's sudden warmth, or because she felt that Wu Bei broke the appointment, she cried so hard that she was so tired that she was all exhausted.

Jun Jiu next to him was a little stunned. He didn't know what he said wrongly. After holding his hands and hands in the spot for a few seconds, he carefully approached Lao Zheng and apologized with his throat: "It's not good to cry for a birthday. If you don't let me go, I won't go, okay?"

"It's all your fault. You have to argue with me, wuwu..."

Lao Zheng stood up while rubbing his cheeks.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault, it's me! I'll punish myself for a cup later... Oh no, I'll punish myself for a bottle!"

Jun Jiu's little chicken pecked at the rice and pointed his head wildly.

Looking at the other party's panicked eyes, Lao Zheng's mood became particularly complicated.

Some people ignore your enthusiasm, and some people care about your little things. The book says: Not only the earth is round, but the relationship between people is the same. The emotions you give on the mountains in the east may be of no gain, so you will definitely find the answer on the beach in the west.

"Happy birthday, boss."

"Sister Zhen has today every year, and today every year!"

"Brother Jiu dresses up quite like this today, and he feels like he is going to be a church member."

At this moment, the large Mongolian man under Lao Zheng walked in with a huge back and a bearish waist.

"Did Lao Hei notify you? It's so boring. I've lived with you every year. I originally thought that I could hide my leisure this year, but I still couldn't escape my fate. Oh... I'm so worried!"

Seeing that all his subordinates came, Lao Zheng immediately wiped his eyes twice with the back of his hand, changed into a look that nothing had happened before, and curled his lips and said, "Don't hide it, I'll think about it. You guys' gifts are definitely the same as in previous years. Fatty Du has lipstick, Ger has high heels, and shrimps are cosmetics..."

After the play, Lao Zheng called everyone into the house, and raised his pink fist and gently pounded Jun Jiu's back, and said coquettishly: "Thank you, buddy, don't listen to them fool you later. You know what you want to drink. I don't want to carry you back like last time."

"It's okay, I'm happy for your birthday, just get drunk."

Jun Jiu grabbed the back of his head dullly.

"Happy! I'm worthy of being my good brother."

Lao Zheng put his arm around Junjiu and pushed into the room intimately.

On the other hand, Wu Bei, Xu Nuo and Xu Zitai's wine party are about to end.

The three of them had a lot of fun eating and drank red. As Xu Zitai introduced, the restaurant looked small and the taste of the dishes was authentic.

"Prince, you are still young. Follow your brother's advice and hurry up and learn some skills. The security guards can do it at any age, but they only have a few years of youth."

Xu Nuo shook his wine glass and persuaded him very much.

The relationship between men is often built on the wine table. After a night of drinking, his impression of this versatile young man has changed a lot.

"I have learned, hook and excavator, beauty and hair salon, Taekwondo, whether it is literary or martial, I can do it for a while. The key is that I don't have the patience to study it. You can also see that I am better than the sky and ambitious than Kunpeng. I always think of a chance to get rich suddenly, but I ended up trying to get all the coffin boards that my parents had worked hard to save. I was still like this, haha."

Xu Zi shook his head in a self-deprecating way.

"It's also idle. Tell me about your failed past. I can't guarantee that Brother Xu and I can avoid a lot of thunder."

Wu Bei joked with a cigarette in his mouth.

"My story in the past twenty years is more than the four classics of the tmu. Two years ago, the old man and the old lady had a formal job, and I also lived freely and unrestrained. Later, my parents died one after another, and my economy was also broken. I am not afraid of you laughing at me. Now I have to pay in installments when I buy a pair of slippers. People in their twenties are busy posting to WeChat Moments as long as they drink too much. They shout that they don't bully the young man's poor."

Xu Zitai slapped his forehead twice, filled the wine glasses of the three of them, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't pull it anymore, drink it!"

"Several Sons, please borrow the lighters from the gifts."

Before he finished speaking, a fat man with a big belly pushed the door and stuck his head, singing a very crappy Mandarin.

"Your accent means you will know that you are not short of money. It would be great to buy one in the small supermarket next door."

Xu Zitai threw the lighter to the other party casually and waved his hand in a daze: "I'm giving it to you, please close the door, hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you still rushing in in a daze?"
Chapter completed!