People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Now that the cooperation had been agreed upon, the atmosphere at the dinner table became even more lively, with everyone toasting each other and the clinking of glasses filling the air.

Under repeated urging to drink, Zhuang Chaoying became increasingly drunk, feeling that everything around her was becoming blurry and her head was spinning.

He instinctively clutched his contract, but he had no recollection of when someone had given him the bankbook.

Finally, with the help of several people, he was taken back to the guesthouse.

At this moment, Huang Ling was extremely anxious in her room at the guesthouse.

The sky was gradually darkening, the wall clock was ticking away, it was already past five o'clock in the evening, and her stomach began to rumble.

Thinking that Zhuang Chaoying hadn't eaten yet, he ran out and bought ten steamed buns. He ate four himself and specially left six for Chaoying, wrapping them in brown paper and placing them aside.

She was still chewing on a steamed bun when she heard a knock on the door.

"who!"

A strange voice came from outside the door: "Hello, we've brought Zhuang Chaoying back. He's had too much to drink!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling quickly put the buns in her hand on the brown paper and hurried over to open the door.

Zhuang Chaoying was being supported by two young men, her face flushed, her eyes glazed over, and she was muttering something under her breath.

One of the young men stepped forward and handed her a net bag: "This belongs to Mr. Zhuang. Please keep it safe."

Huang Ling took the net bag, but before she could speak, she heard Wang Yougui slurring, "Little Huang, Xiao Zhuang is happy today and drank quite a bit. Take good care of him. We...we're going back tomorrow!"

After saying that, he staggered into the room with the help of others.

The two young men put Zhuang Chaoying on the bed and left, leaving only Huang Ling and the drunk Zhuang Chaoying in the room.

Huang Ling looked at the dazed Zhuang Chaoying, helped him unbutton his coat, and took off his clothes and pants.

When I picked up the thermos, the water inside was no longer hot. I took a towel, dipped it in warm water, and wiped his face, hands, and body.

I picked up Chao Ying's down jacket and planned to hang it on the clothes rack next to me.

Just then, a wad of money suddenly fell out of the down jacket pocket and landed on the ground with a "thud".

Huang Ling was startled and quickly bent down to pick it up; it was a stack of one thousand yuan.

He rummaged through his pockets again and found five stacks of cash, which amounted to five thousand yuan.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Chao Ying was right; the prize money was indeed substantial!

Zhuang Chaoying lay on the bed, mumbling incoherently, "Ah Ling... Ah Ling..."

Huang Ling was initially worried and a little flustered, but now, looking at Zhuang Chaoying's drunken state, she suddenly felt that even when he was drunk, he was still so cute.

She leaned down beside him. "What's wrong, Chaoying? Do you want some water?"

Zhuang Chaoying softly hummed in agreement: "Water..."

Huang Ling quickly turned around to get the jar, then laboriously lifted Zhuang Chaoying's heavy head and slowly brought the jar to his mouth, trying to feed him water.

But Zhuang Chaoying was so drunk that the water spilled all over the bed as soon as it touched his lips, soaking a large area of ​​the sheets.

"Chao Ying, why don't you open your mouth and swallow it?"

But Zhuang Chaoying didn't react at all, just kept her eyes closed and kept muttering a few words in her sleep.

Seeing Zhuang Chaoying like this, Huang Ling had no choice but to take a sip of water herself and feed it to Zhuang Chaoying. She could smell a strong smell of alcohol as soon as she got close to him. She endured the unpleasant smell and fed him a few more mouthfuls until Zhuang Chaoying seemed to calm down a little and stopped struggling.

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The next morning, Zhuang Chaoying felt dizzy and his head was throbbing.

I rubbed my sore eyes, still half asleep, and sat up. Only then did I realize that I was only wearing my underwear.

I instinctively wrapped myself tighter in the blanket.

"Ah Ling, Ah Ling!"

Huang Ling came in with a towel and toothbrush: "Chao Ying, you're awake!"

Zhuang Chaoying nodded: "You're awake, but my head still hurts a little!"

Huang Ling put down what she was holding, walked to the bedside and sat down. She stretched out her hands and began to gently massage his head: "Chao Ying, you've worked so hard for our family."

Making money is never easy; that's why they say money is hard to earn and life is tough.

While enjoying Ah Ling's perfect massage, Zhuang Chaoying tried hard to recall what had happened yesterday.

Suddenly, he remembered something important: "Ah Ling, have you seen the bankbook?"

Huang Ling paused, stopping her movements with some confusion: "It's just five thousand yuan, where would I get a savings account?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Chaoying thought something was wrong. Someone had clearly given him a bankbook yesterday, so how could it be missing?

He hurriedly threw off the covers and got out of bed.

First, he looked at the net bag on the table, emptied its contents, and searched carefully, but found nothing.

Then he looked through the room and every corner again, but still nothing;

Then, while flipping through the reward work notes, I found the savings book hidden in a compartment within the notes.

"found it!"

He excitedly held the bankbook, his hands trembling slightly, counting the handwritten zeros one by one with his fingers, "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hahaha! Ah Ling!"

Huang Ling looked curiously at the passbook in his hand, and her eyes widened when she saw the number on it.

She snatched the passbook and, just like Zhuang Chaoying had done, carefully counted the numbers, muttering, "One zero, two zeros... five zeros! One hundred thousand yuan!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, she staggered and fell onto the bed, momentarily stunned.

After a long while, he stood up and asked, "Chaoying, what's going on? How can there be so much money?"

Zhuang Chaoying excitedly grabbed Huang Ling's shoulders and pressed her down to sit on the edge of the bed: "The copyright of the Hundred Transformations Magic Cards was sold to Xiao Rizi. It was originally 500,000, but I used 400,000 to get the TV station director to help me buy a piece of land in Kyoto. Ling, you won't blame me, will you?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Ling suddenly hugged him and jumped up excitedly: "Chao Ying, you're amazing! How can my man be so amazing!"

Zhuang Chaoying hugged Huang Ling tightly back: "Ah Ling, this 500,000 is foreign exchange certificates, which were exchanged with the help of Director Wang. It's not easy to do these things, so it wouldn't be right not to give some benefits. We're using this land purchase as an excuse."

Huang Ling raised her head and looked into Zhuang Chaoying's eyes.

"Chaoying, you don't need to tell me these things. I believe you have your own reasons for doing this. I've always trusted you when you do things."

The two of them hugged each other tightly.

After a while, Zhuang Chaoying's stomach started to rumble.

She smiled a little sheepishly and said, "Ah Ling, I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

Huang Ling then remembered that she hadn't prepared any food for Zhuang Chaoying. She walked to the radiator, picked up the steamed buns she had bought yesterday, and smelled them: "I bought them yesterday, they're not spoiled! Have some to tide you over, and we'll go out for something nice later."

As she spoke, she handed the steamed bun to Zhuang Chaoying.

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