My Binocular Mutation: The Digitization Of Everything!

Ye Jun sat with Zhou Mei at the door of the emergency room.

It's already more than seven o'clock in the evening.

Three hours have passed since Zhou's father entered the operating room.

Zhou Mei held Ye Jun's hand tightly, staring at the door of the operating room motionlessly.

Ye Jun didn't push her away, just felt the wetness of the palm of his hand.

Zhou Mei's Xianghan wet the palms held by the two of them.

Finally, the lights in the operating room changed from red to green.

Zhou Mei took a deep breath and pulled Ye Jun to the door of the operating room.

The doctor pushed Zhou's father and came out.

Zhou Mei wanted to see her father, but was stopped by the doctor beside her.

"The patient is out of danger for the time being. Now he will be transferred to a sterile ward. You can visit again tomorrow morning."

Ye Jun glanced lightly at Father Shang Ye on the hospital bed.

Use the system to confirm that it is indeed temporarily out of danger.

I have to sigh that the modern medical skills of these white angels are really superb.

Such a dying person was resuscitated.

"Okay, uncle is okay. I'll take you out to eat something. Let's see again tomorrow morning, okay?"

Looking at Zhou Mei who was impatient, Ye Jun talked to her like a child with a lollipop.

When Zhou Mei heard Ye Jun's words, she was obviously comforted and nodded obediently.

Ye Jun led her out.

...

"If you want something to eat, just order it at will."

Ye Jun brought Zhou Mei to a restaurant near the hospital. There was no interstellar, just an ordinary restaurant.

But in general, it can be regarded as high consumption.

Ye Jun doesn't care about the money at his current worth, and he has been busy with Zhou Mei for a day.

Don't treat yourself to Zhou Mei.

Zhou Mei shook her head tiredly and said:

"Can you accompany me for a drink?"

Ye Jun raised his head slightly in surprise, Zhou Mei doesn't like drinking.

He still knows this matter.

The last time I helped her out at Haitian Restaurant, when she toasted herself, she looked at the wine with disgust.

Ye Jun is not the kind of person who likes wine table culture. He also likes to drink, but he does not think that wine table culture is a good thing.

Wine is something everyone loves to drink. It is the most interesting to drink with a few brothers and a few people who can chat.

It doesn't make sense to force it.

So Ye Jun didn't let Zhou Mei drink or anything at Ye Jun's house.

But she didn't expect that she actually proposed drinking today.

Ye Jun looked at Zhou Mei with a playful smile and said:

"Director Zhou, don't force yourself."

Zhou Mei chuckled and shook her head. This head swing was quite amorous.

Her voice had returned to her usual calm and self-confidence at this time.

"What's wrong? Ye Jun, a big man, are you afraid that you can't drink me?"

Damn, I was actually looked down upon by a girl.

Ye Jun beckoned the waiter over.

Said heartily:

"Two bottles of 54-year-old Feitian Moutai will be brought up for me!"

When the waiter heard Ye Jun's order, he was slightly taken aback, and said with some trembling in his voice:

"Sir, we don't have a Feitian Maotai of this year. Can you replace it with a 72-year-old one?"

What's a joke? The Feitian Moutai in 54 years was the earliest batch of Feitian Moutai from the Maotai Factory.

Although the output is large, there are many nobles who can't stand it.

Nowadays, in addition to the top rich people who are still drinking, the average rich people get this vintage Moutai as a collection.

This flying Moutai will take 54 years to open!

If he hadn't seen the luxury goods in this body, he would have thought he had come to smash the scene.

Ye Jun frowned slightly when he heard the waiter's words.

The Feitian Moutai of that year in 1972, although it was also a very successful batch.

But the year is worse than the 54-year batch.

The taste is quite different from the flavor of the sauce.

For the average wine lover, Mo said 72 is the Feitian Moutai in the past few years. It is a great pleasure to drink a sip.

After drinking 72, the ancestral tomb was smoked.

Ye Jun was so picky.

Zhou Mei looked at Ye Jun's tangled look and couldn't help but chuckle.

Said to the waiter:

"You can bring me a mountain beer, half ice, half room temperature."

When the waiter heard Zhou Mei's words, he couldn't help but gaped his mouth: "Huh?"

This span is too big.

A bottle of 54-year-old Feitian Moutai is enough to buy hundreds of beer.

When Ye Jun heard Zhou Mei order a beer, a little smile appeared on his face.

"Unexpectedly, Director Zhou would love to drink Shancheng."

Shancheng Beer is the specialty beer of the capital of Shu, and the capital of Shu has the saying that the capital of fog is mountain city.

The man in Shudu grew up drinking this beer since he was a child.

In the scorching summer, a bottle of cold beer with boiled beans and various flavors is the greatest salvation for people in Shudu.

Even with Ye Jun's worth, this mountain city beer is also indispensable when he goes out to drink with his brothers.

It's that Zhou Mei, such a delicate woman, actually likes to drink this kind of beer for a few dollars, so that he is slightly surprised.

Zhou Mei looked at Ye Jun's expression and chuckled lightly.

"I'm not just a girl from Shudu, have you been drinking a mountain city and screaming?"

The authentic dialect of Shudu came out.

Ye Jun couldn't help but laughed and said, "Well, just drink this."

"Waitress, give us another dish of blood, pickled pork liver, and your stewed dishes for us."

Zhou Mei added:

"Add another mapo tofu, Kung Pao chicken..."

...

The waiter looked at a table of guests who might have high spending, but now he became so down-to-earth.

It was like crying without tears.

But under Ye Jun's gaze, he slumped to prepare the meal.

After a while, the food is ready.

"Come, take one."

The two were filled with beer and drank a glass as usual.

Zhou Mei changed her previous restraint and drank a large glass of beer boldly.

"Good drink!"

Ye Jun watched Zhou Mei drank a glass of wine, still looking unchanging, praised.

Zhou Mei waved her hand gently and smiled charmingly.

"Where is this, come again!"

"good!"

...

The two drank a few more glasses.

We talked very happily.

Zhou Mei even complained to herself about her work,

"That broken company, my old lady didn't want to stay for a long time."

"What does he think he is, I yuck!"

...

"The crows in the world are generally dark, and few men are good things!"

Ye Jun, who was listening quietly, heard Zhou Mei's sentence.

Looking at her with deep eyes, he asked in a low voice: "What about me?"

Zhou Mei glanced at Ye Jun, her face was a little hot as he saw it with scorching eyes.

Don't turn your face gently.

Said slightly embarrassingly and angrily:

"You are the worst one!"

Ye Jun laughed dumbly and just wanted to make a joke.

At this time, Zhou Mei's cell phone rang!

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