The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

The sun shone into the room through the thin slits of the curtains, Yang Dongjie opened his eyes and looked at the strange environment around him in a daze, and then he turned his head to look at Dong Yao who was lying beside him before he heaved a sigh of relief.

There is no need to be afraid of being in a strange environment after waking up from a hangover, but if you are next to a strange woman, you will be finished.

"What time is it?" Yang Dongjie's movements woke Dong Yao up, and Dong Yao, who arched his head and wanted to continue sleeping, asked in a low voice.

Yang Dongjie rummaged through the clothes thrown on the ground for a cell phone, "After eleven o'clock, it's almost twelve o'clock."

"Oh." Dong Yao responded vaguely, without opening his eyes at all, as if he still wanted to sleep, but the next moment he realized, "Twelve o'clock at night?"

"What do you think?" Yang Dongxu pointed to the sunlight shining through the slits of the open curtains.

"It's time for the morning accounts." Dong Yao sat up in a panic, found her own clothes and put them on, seeing Yang Dongjie still sitting there in a daze, urged, "Hurry up, you're late Not in a hurry?"

"What are you late for? It's like you need to go to work at a fixed time. You are the boss, so you can go to the company anytime." Yang Dongjie said.

"Still talking about me, are you still different?" Dong Yao complained.

And Yang Dongjie also started looking for clothes to put on his body. Although he said that he was the boss, he was really worried if he didn't go to the studio to have a look.

"Where's my cell phone? I'll make a call first." Dong Yao remembered something just after putting on her underwear, and began to search for her cell phone. Finally, she found it under the quilt, and saw that there were more than a dozen missed calls on it.

More than half of them were called by the clerks of the Internet cafes. Dong Yao quickly called back and told the clerks that there was no accounting today. Hearing that the clerks on the night shift have not left work because they did not settle the accounts.

Directly say that the clerk on the night shift will be compensated one hundred yuan, and then let them do the handover first, and let the clerk on the night shift go back to sleep first.

Seeing Dong Yao calling, Yang Dongjie also started calling, telling everyone in the studio to be busy first, and he could only go there in the afternoon because of something on his side.

"Do you think we really don't have the life to be the boss? My brother has so many companies and manages so many people. He usually takes a few children to play around and looks very leisurely.

We only have one studio and one Internet cafe, and it seems like there is not enough time every day. "Yang Dongjie complained, while shaking his head constantly.

He drank too much yesterday, and it seemed that he mixed several kinds of wine together, which made him still a little dizzy, as if he was half asleep and half awake.

"How long have you been the boss? How long have we been in business? Take your time." Dong Yao looked more sober than Yang Dongjie.

In fact, Dong Yao can drink better than Yang Dongjie, and has a higher resistance to alcohol after a hangover. Yang Dongjie's drinking capacity is basically practiced by drinking beer when his classmates celebrate their birthdays.

Although his father was an alcoholic when he was at home, he was very strict with him. The aunt seemed to be afraid that her son would also become a drunkard with his father, so she was very strict.

Therefore, even during the holidays, or at any banquet at home, he would only drink several times the amount of beer, and had no chance to exercise his drinking capacity at all.

But Dong Yao is different. Since she started filming, she has participated in many drinking places, and her drinking capacity has been tempered a little bit.

"How did we get back to the room last night? Where are Zhang Qian and the others?" Dong Yao asked.

"I don't know, I just know that after dinner, Zhang Hai and the others insisted on singing, crying and howling, then brother Yu brought a few people and the atmosphere was good, and then the more they drank, the more they drank, the last thing I don't remember.

But it should be fine, we still haven't gone out in Huishanzhuang, so we probably rest in another room. " Yang Dongjie said.

The owner of this villa is a friend of his elder brother. When he went to sing before, he was received by a special waiter. During the period, Yu Feihong came over once. It was precisely because Yu Feihong came here and brought a few Internet celebrities that he had such a good time.

So as long as he is in the villa, it is impossible for him to have an accident. He was drunk without seeing him. After waking up, he slept in a luxurious suite with Dong Yao.

"Where are you going?" Yang Dongjie was still putting on his trousers, and Dong Yao, who was simply tidying up, hurried out.

"Go and see where Zhang Qian is. You stinky men are fine. What if something happens to Zhang Qian after drinking so much?" Dong Yao said anxiously. disperse.

"Where do you go to find it? You don't know which room she was assigned to."

"Then what should I do?" Dong Yao was so anxious that she was about to cry. If her best friend drank too much and was picked up by someone, the crime would be serious.

"Call the front desk and they must know. It should be fine if it's still in the villa." Yang Dongjie comforted.

There is a phone for the front desk in the room, and in addition to this phone, there are also phones for various facilities in the clubhouse, such as swimming pools, restaurants, and racecourses.

These are mainly for the convenience of customers who can call and make reservations in advance when they want to play something. For example, if they want to play bowling, if there are too many people on the phone, they don’t have to make a trip in vain, and they can choose other sports to play.

Yang Dongjie also saw a series of phone numbers on the sign of Olan Villa, so he was so calm because he was sure that he was still in the villa.

"Yes, yes, contact the front desk." Dong Yao reacted and quickly called the phone number on the sign.

An hour later, several people who washed up met in the restaurant of the clubhouse.

Although they patted themselves on the head from time to time, it was obvious that the effects of last night's hangover had not completely receded. But after washing, the mental state is still good, but the clothes are still wrinkled from yesterday.

Fortunately, I didn't vomit on myself yesterday. Although the clothes were crumpled, there was no sour smell.

"Why are your clothes so clean and tidy?" Zhang Qian couldn't help asking when she saw that Yang Dongjie and Dong Yao's clothes were not as wrinkled as they were when they arrived at the restaurant.

Zhang Hai and the others also looked at the two of them.

"Just ask the waiter to dry clean it for you for half an hour, and it only takes a shower." Dong Yao said.

He Zhang and the others looked speechless, but although they were all speechless, their expressions were different. Zhang Hai and Guo Jing were speechless, slapping their foreheads, "why didn't I think of that" annoyed, sighing secretly that they had little knowledge, and didn't expect this function to exist here.

He Zhang and Zhang Qian were somewhat embarrassed. They both thought they had seen the world, but they didn't expect to make a fool of themselves at this time.

Of course, this feeling of embarrassment is their self-feeling. In fact, whether it is Yang Dongxu or Zhang Hai, they have no such awareness at all. This is their own trouble.

Dong Yao noticed her best friend's expression, but at this time, it was too much to say, and the best way was to change the subject, so she said, "What are your arrangements for today, especially Zhang Qian, you don't have class in the morning, right?"

Several people in Zhang Hai are students, and those who skip class once or twice are punished at most. Zhang Qian is different. She is a teacher, so skipping class without saying hello is not good.

Hearing Dong Yao's question, Zhang Qian was shocked, and then she opened her mobile phone to look at the class schedule and was relieved, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, class in the afternoon."