Han Feng, who was in a irritable mood, was unwilling to find a way again. He took off his helmet and stood up to talk to Wang Qiang and Gao Jun. When he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered that the two had moved out and couldn't help but feel lonely.

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Looking at the watch, just after 4:30, Han Feng took out his cell phone and dialed it to Wang Qiang and Gao Jun's company, but found that both of them had resigned.

Han Feng had already guessed this result, but now facing it, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable...

He got up and put on his coat. He went to the tavern downstairs. Han Feng ordered a hot and cold dish. After thinking about it, he ordered a small bottle of white wine by chance.

In the cold twelfth lunar month, I sat in a tavern with air conditioning, ate the stir-frying dishes and then took a sip of white wine, which made me feel a different taste.

"Qianzi, Ajun, you two are too..."

Han Feng raised the white wine and was about to hand it over to pour it. Halfway through the conversation, he saw that only his coat was lying quietly on the empty chair opposite. Han Feng "dongdongdongdong" filled himself with a glass of white wine, drank it all, followed by the second and third cups...

Han Feng's alcohol capacity was not very good. After drinking a few glasses of white wine, he felt heavy and dizzy.

Alas, I lost my job, my friends, and everything. What should I do?

Han Feng, who was ecstatic, sat alone on the chair, staring at the front with dazed eyes, took out his cell phone from his pocket. Even though he was confused, Han Feng still accurately dialed the eleven numbers.

"Hello, the number you dialed has been shut down.SORRY..."

Han Feng didn't know how many times it was for the cold and mechanical words to come from his mobile phone. Han Feng quietly put down his mobile phone and said, "Checkout!"

"Hello, it's thirty-eight five in total." The waiter came over and said politely.

"This is forty! No need to look for it!" Han Feng took out four ten yuan from his wallet and handed it over. When he looked up, he saw that the waiter was Wang Qiang. He couldn't help but stand up excitedly and hugged it. "Qianzi? Qiangzi, why are you here? Qiangzi! What about Ajun? You didn't have a lot of trouble with me!" Han Feng was excited and said inconsistently.

"Sir, you are drunk and you recognize the wrong person! I am not your friend!" The waiter helped Han Feng straight, pushed him back to the chair, poured out a cup of tea from the teapot, and handed it to Han Feng, "Sir, have a little tea and quench the wine, you can have a good rest."

Han Feng opened his confused eyes and looked carefully. He was really not Wang Qiang, and he said awkwardly. The guests on the table looked here and turned around to continue eating themselves, but the topic in his mouth also turned to things like getting drunk.

"It's okay! Haha, if you have something to do, call me!" The waiter said with a smile, turning around and going to another table to remove the table.

After resting for a while, Han Feng stood up with his hands on the table, tremblingly, and walked out of the tavern with swaying left and right. The biting winter wind blew unscrupulously. The pedestrians on the street shrank their bodies into their clothes to avoid the cold.

As soon as the sky got dark, Han Feng walked towards home with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Qianzi, I'm not a coward! I just don't want to cause trouble, do you know? I don't want to see you die!" Han Feng walked forward to himself. When he got up just now, many of the soup on the dining table splashed on his pants and clothes. The pedestrians saw Han Feng coming from the opposite side, with a blushing face, and they walked around and hid from afar.

After trembling and failures several times in a row, Han Feng finally stuffed the key into the keyhole.

"Click!" The lock on the door made a sound of metal collision. Han Feng opened the door and walked into the room.

Touching the lights on the corridor on the wall, time had already pointed to eight o'clock, Han Feng looked at Gao Jun's door, and it was still locked. Wang Qiang's house was still a little bright through the crack of the empty door.

"Qianzi?"

Han Feng ran over excitedly and pushed open the door. Everything inside the room made Han Feng, who was drunk, almost fainted.

"Ah!~~~!~~~~~"

In the room, a young woman was lying naked on the bed, holding the remote control casually and looking for entertainment programs everywhere. She suddenly saw a stranger pushing open the door of her bedroom and trying to pull up the quilt to cover her, but found that the quilt was pressed under her body, and she couldn't help but scream in surprise.

Because of alcohol, Han Feng's brain reacted very slowly and the signal did not transmit to his limbs. He just supported himself on the door handle with one hand, leaned against the door, and stood there blankly.

"I. Fuck!"

Han Feng heard this sound, and the back of his forehead felt ache and fainted.

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When I walked out of the police station, it was already three days later.

Han Feng still felt like he was dreaming. He listened to the police.

Uncle Cha said that that night, the boyfriend went to the bathroom to wash up. He thought he would come back soon, but he just closed the door. Who would have thought that he would run in at this time and then go in and still stand there like that. Hearing his girlfriend's shouting, the man picked up an empty bottle of wine from outside and ran back. He happened to meet Han Feng standing at the door, slapped the bottle, then stepped on Han Feng, and calmly called 1100.

Han Feng touched the back of his head with a little soreness, waved his hand and called a taxi and took a taxi home.

Sitting in the taxi, Han Feng remembered that he and the people were in the police station.

Police conversation.

"Master, are you right about me doing this?" Han Feng said halfway through what happened in the back mountain that day and followed the people.

The police started chatting, "Am I really wrong doing this?"

"Haha!" Min.

The police brought two hot carts and handed Han Feng a cup, "From a legal perspective, I should not support you as a brave and fierce person, but in response to the problems in your game, I can only say that as a public security officer, I will do it. The police have an experience: I would rather die standing and die than live on my knees! The character of calculating everywhere like you said is likely to be a traitor during the War of Resistance Against Japan."

"But I won't be like this in the face of national justice!" Han Feng refuted.

"Is that true?" Min.

The policeman lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and continued, "Then what's the point of talking about if you continue to do this and develop a cowardly character?"

Sitting in the taxi, Han Feng lowered his head and savored the conversation.

As he thought about it, Han Feng remembered that Wang Qiang said that he was a little bloody when he was young. He couldn't help but think of when he was young, he was angry just because the other party made him angry just because he said something. As a result, the other party would never dare to offend him again. Isn't it mixed with the man's bloody energy?

It turns out that tolerance is not the only way to solve the problem.

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Han Feng looked at the influence of the continuous regression outside the car window and thought quietly.

When Han Feng opened the door, he looked like a thief and reached into his head and looked around. Seeing that all the doors were closed, he ran back to his bedroom a few steps, closed the door vigorously, leaning against the bedroom door before breathing a sigh of relief.

Finally, I didn't meet anyone else, otherwise I would have died of embarrassment.

Sitting at the table, Han Feng thought that he hadn't been online for three days, and he didn't know what was going on!

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PS: It’s noon, and Zhuzi finally finished coding a chapter. After thinking about it, I will call this chapter name. Everyone comes back after lunch tea or read it before they have time to have lunch tea. Please collect and recommend it more~~~ Zhuzi thanks!!

Of course, the title tea is not the same as what everyone wants to drink, O(∩_∩)O~
Chapter completed!