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Park Tai Chun opened the door, dressed in a white shirt, suit and trousers, and was very energetic. Han Shaocheng looked sideways for his appearance, turned his head over, and blinked a few times in surprise: "are you so handsome? To get married? "

"No, no, it's not my boss," Park Taijun stood by the bed politely. "I just want to tell you some good news."

"Don't tell me anything but the end of the world." Han Shaocheng turns his head back and looks at the ceiling.

As if hurt, park lowers his head and goes out in silence. There are two big men, rihe Chunguang and Henderson, one is a pure Asian handsome man, the other is a European and American man who calls himself an Arab prince.

The two succeeded in blocking the stairs which were not very spacious: "finished?"

Park Tai Chun shook his head, like a spoiled concubine general: "the boss has never been optimistic about my E-sports career, he does not care about our game."

Rihe Chunguang raised his hand and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "don't think so. He doesn't care about anything, it's not just you."

Henderson also showed a comforting smile, saying that rihe was right.

Rihe Chunguang took back his hand and picked up the red envelope in his other hand: "then I don't want to show him this letter."

"You'd better give it to him, in case there's something urgent?" In fact, what Henderson thought was that if it was sent by some woman, it might wake up the half dead man on the bed.

The three men hesitated. Finally, Henderson made up his mind and went upstairs to deliver the envelope.

"Boss, I have your letter! It's a beautiful envelope. It's your Chinese favorite red. "

"Yes." Han Shaocheng had already thought of what it was. A tear came out of the corner of his eye and flowed down his temple to his ears and into his brain.

Rihe Chunguang had no choice but to open the envelope. The content of the letter was so simple that there was no final farewell: "at 12:00 a.m., the day after tomorrow, the wedding of Mr. Zhengbang and Miss Gu Siyu was broadcast live in Times Square on Wall Street."

Henderson's face turned black like thunder. It's a pity that Han Shaocheng didn't see it.

"What's the matter with you?" Rihe Chunguang asked Henderson.

Henderson casually finds an excuse to muddle through. Fortunately, most of the attention of rihe and Chunguang is on Han Shaocheng, who is on the verge of death: "boss, are you ok? If you don't feel comfortable, I'll go to the wedding instead of you. But in terms of gift money, how much do you think I should take with me? "

"With what gift, I'll give you two kicks, OK?" Han Shaocheng sat up and rolled his legs. He rolled the quilt under his legs and put his hands on his knees. It seemed that he was angry.

"Boss, are you serious? I'm not kidding. What is the second kick? " Rihe Chunguang looks at his boss apologetically. His knowledge is limited and his Chinese culture is broad and profound. What is the ghost of second kick? Does the boss mean to give the bride and groom their own kicks?

That can't be done.

The two consortia did not disclose where the wedding would be held at all, but said they would go to Times Square to watch the live broadcast.

Han Shaocheng's trouble is also this. This NIMA doesn't even give her a chance to get married, OK?

"Is the bar still open?" Han Shaocheng asked abruptly.

Day and pure light in the heart a surprised, boss this is to want to ask money finally?

"Well, here it is. It's not bad. It's 30000 or 40000 yuan a day. How much do you want? "

"Not much money." Han Shaocheng came down from the bed and looked straight at the door: "lend me half of the salary I paid you in advance."

"..." rihe Chunguang's legs softened and almost knelt down: "boss!"

"No problem. If you don't want to, I'll sell the bar. You can find a job or go home and farm with half of my salary."

Han Shaocheng adheres to his always cheeky style. Shamelessly, he insists on taking half of his salary back. Henderson looks at him with constipation on his face.

"I'm going to do something big. Would you like to stay and help or go?"

Han Shaocheng gets close to his face. He's mentally retarded. He's getting closer and closer. He's about to get into other people's nostrils.

Henderson was also staring at him for a long time. All the gas from his mouth hit Han Shaocheng's face: "of course, stay here. Let me do something."

Han Shaocheng stepped back and pouted his chin childishly. After a while, he said, "do you have any missile tanks in your family? Lend me one."

"What do you want? This is Wall Street! America

Han Shaocheng patted his pectoralis major: "don't be nervous, I just want to grab a wife."

"Wife robbing tank?" Henderson's scalp is numb. He must have been possessed by Satan.

Han Shaocheng looked puzzled, reached over his shoulder and walked out: "listen to me, I'll tell you slowly, the woman I want to rob, the man she wants to marry is not ordinary..."While drinking, listening to how he loved Gu Siyu and couldn't, Henderson gave a drink: "so this is a story of Romeo and Juliet."

"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai." Han Shaocheng didn't know how much he had drunk. In a word, he drank from opening his eyes until dark. It was about three o'clock in the morning.

Henderson had already gone upstairs to bed early. He was alone downstairs, staggering to open the door, stooping, and walking towards the opposite building step by step.

"Ah! Open the door, open the door! I'm going in! " The result is not easy to touch the door, but found that the door is locked. Han Shaocheng was lying on the door and knocked desperately: "let me in! Gu Siyu! Are you still here? Where are you holding the wedding! You don't even have an address, and it's still live. Are you afraid of being robbed by others? "

"Don't even give me a chance to get married." Han Shaocheng stuck the plaster on the glass door like a dog skin, crying like a wolf.

The two big guards of the night guard came straight up and pressed his shoulder: "Sir, please leave quickly, or we will...

" what do you want? " Han Shaocheng twisted his body, waved his big hand and almost hit others in the face: "it's me! Han Shaocheng! You let me in the other day, don't you remember? "

Han Shaocheng's wine was fuming. His cheeks were red and his eyes couldn't open. He pointed to the front: "if you don't remember, you can ask her. I don't believe it. She doesn't remember. I'm very sick, I'm amnesic, she didn't even come to see me. Does she want me to forget her? "

Two men want to knock him out, and then give it to the police, but suddenly a man comes out of the night and stops them.

Han Shaocheng's body is crooked, but he is not drunk and dizzy. He just has heavy head and light feet, weak legs and weak waist, and can't support himself.

Fall in a person's arms, eyes blurred to look around, mouth also said: "think, I give you write 10000 words review good, you don't marry him, he can't write, 100 words can't write."

This shame! Henderson took his princess home, put his foot on the door handle and sent her back to the bedroom.

It was not until noon the next day that Han Shaocheng woke up. He had a splitting headache and sat up. He felt that only his soul was up and his head was still on the pillow. He shook his head and said, "my God, what's the date today, and I didn't miss anything?"

"Not yet. I think it's OK to get drunk again."

"Tut!" He thought, but the hangover was so bad that his brain was about to explode. Rather than suffer some meaningless sufferings like this, it's better to fight for her.

Han Shaocheng sat up with a headache, squinting his eyes and squeezing out two complete sets of crow's feet: "have I got the tank you want ready?"

Henderson spread out his hands: "I was driven out. How could I get a tank missile? And this is America! "

"So it is." Han Shaocheng slides down from the bed and goes to put on his shoes in a hurry.

"What do you want to do?" Henderson speaks awkward Chinese, and Han Shaocheng feels uncomfortable.

After putting on the shoes, he stood up and patted on Henderson's shoulders: "good brother, I can understand you when you speak English, but please don't speak Chinese any more. I want to beat you when you hear me. Go get your wife. " With that, he swayed out.

Henderson stretched his neck to his back and yelled, "I've bought all the tickets!"

Han Shaocheng turned around sadly: "Times Square is just a few steps away from our home. Why do you buy air tickets? Will you fly a fighter? "

Henderson sat by the bed, legs diverged: "I heard that their wedding was held in St. John's Church in England, Times Square is just live."

"I'll go! Who told you Han Shaocheng was also worried about this. He rushed to Henderson's body, leaped happily and excitedly, and crossed his legs directly to both sides of Henderson: "you're not cheating me

"What do I lie to you for? You got drunk yesterday and didn't know where you went. When you came back, you asked me to book a flight to London for you. " Henderson opened his big blue eyes and lied. His heart beat steadily.

Han Shaocheng remembers that he was really drunk yesterday and wanted to find Gu Siyu, but he didn't seem to see her in his memory. He seemed to have been beaten.

Is his memory confused?

Seeing that he had believed 80%, Henderson stirred up an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth. He would know it at the wedding tomorrow.

At 6 p.m. that day, when the red wine of wall street lamp was on the green, rihe Chunguang opened the door and was ready to open.

Wearing his neat suit, Han Shaocheng swept away the haze and depression before and sent out a rare look: "rihe, from now on, this bar is yours, the contract or something, you can do it. I think, no matter whether it's successful or not, I won't come back again."