Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities

The ancients couldn't afford it and were greedy for a cup, which is really not a good thing.

The male waiter who had been standing by heard the movement and woke up. He lifted his chin from the table and rubbed his eyes again:

"Mr. Tan, are you awake?" he said.

Ok?

"you are?"

Tan Yiming was very surprised by the sudden sound. The next second, he looked over at the sound.

"Mr. Tan, I'm the hotel waiter. After Miss Su sent you here last night, let me guard you!"

Mu Xue?

But didn’t I be with the youngest and third-year-old at Emperor Phoenix yesterday?

How could Mu Xue send herself here?

"Mr. Tan, let the chef cook you a bowl of sober soup?"

"can."

The waiter left soon, and Tan Yiming, forbearing the sequelae of drunkenness, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

I dislike the smell of my body.

How much alcohol did you drink?

Oh, how much did you drink, don't you have a B number in your heart?

Mr. Tan, who was sober, really couldn't remember how much he drank yesterday.

After taking a shower, I felt a little more comfortable. I was wearing a hotel bathrobe. I found the phone from the pocket of my suit trousers dropped on the floor.

Unfortunately, the phone was turned off after a dead battery.

You can only charge first. Fortunately, every room in the five-star hotel is equipped with Android and Apple chargers.

At this time, the waiter who had left came back, holding the sober soup just cooked by the chef, standing at the door and knocking.

Tan Yiming rubbed his forehead and opened the door.

"President Tan, hangover soup."

"Thanks."

After receiving it, I finished it in a few mouthfuls.

The waiter naturally stopped staying and left with an empty bowl.

After drinking sober soup, my headache relieved a lot. I sat back in the chair and turned on my phone.

Then I called the assistant:

"XX Hotel, bring me a set of clean clothes."

"Okay Mr. Tan."

After that, Tan Yiming began to recall what happened yesterday, but no matter how much he recalled, many things could not be remembered, and he had no impression at all.

I saw a lot of news in the small group. I clicked it in and wanted to ask what happened yesterday, but I didn't need to ask. I climbed to the first floor and looked down. I can basically figure out the situation.

So, Mu Xue really came last night?

Send yourself to the hotel?

Thinking of this, Tan Yiming began to laugh.

However, he also took down the account of the fourth child!

Actually use the word ‘thing’ to describe yourself?

Oh, it seems that the skin is really itchy.

At this moment, Cao Chi, who was having breakfast with his old man at home, sneezed severely:

"Who is scolding me?"

Old Man Cao raised his head and glanced:

"You don't look at how much you owe you. It's all light to scold you. Be careful to get sacked any day!"

Ah.

"Old man, how distrustful of your gang are you?"

As the prince on the road, I'm afraid no one has the guts to put a sack on it?

"That's not necessarily true."

"Old man, are you my father?"

Can my father say this?

"Oh, actually I don't want to. Tell me about you, what you eat is not left, what can you do, what use is it for you?"

Cao Chi was complained about by his father, and suddenly he didn't even want to eat breakfast.

"Hmph, I'm not going to eat it, old man, eat it yourself."

"Get out, get out now!"

Not to mention, if someone who is unfamiliar looks at it, they really won't think that this is a pair of father and son.

Hotel.

Assistant Qian brought the clothes his boss wanted to the door of the hotel room:

Knocking...

"Mr. Tan, it's me!"