Doctor Jiang Struggles To Survive Every Day

   Chapter 940

  The ancients can't afford it, and they are greedy, which is really not a good thing.

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

   "Mr. Tan, are you awake?" he said.

Um?

"You are?"

  The sudden sound made Tan Yiming very surprised, and in the next second, he looked over at the sound.

   "President Tan, I am a hotel waiter. After Miss Su sent you here last night, let me guard you!"

   Mu Xue?

  But didn’t you stay with the youngest in Emperor Phoenix yesterday?

  How could Mu Xue send herself here?

   "President Tan, I will let the chef cook a bowl of sober soup for you?"

"Can."

  The waiter left quickly, and Tan Yiming, forcibly enduring the sequelae of drunkenness, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

  The smell on the body, I dislike it when I smell it.

  How much alcohol did you drink?

  Heh, how much do you drink, don’t you have a B number in your heart?

  Wake up, Mr. Tan really can’t remember how much he drank yesterday.

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

  Unfortunately, the phone was powered off and turned off.

  You can only charge first. Fortunately, every room in a 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 on the door.

  Tan Yiming rubbed his forehead and opened the door.

   "President Tan, sober up soup."

"Thanks."

  After taking it, I drank in a few mouthfuls.

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

   After drinking the hangover soup, my headache has alleviated a lot. I sat back in the chair and the phone turned on.

   Then I called the assistant:

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

  "Good Mr. Tan."

After   , Tan Yiming began to recall the events of yesterday, but no matter how 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?

   Still sending yourself to the hotel?

  Thinking of this, Tan Yiming began to laugh.

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

   Actually use the word ‘thing’ to describe yourself?

  Heh, it seems that the skin is really itchy.

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

   "Who is scolding me?"

  Old man Cao raised his head and glanced:

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

Ah.

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

  As the prince on the road, maybe 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 such a thing?

   "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 won't eat anymore, old man, you can eat it yourself."

   "Get out, get out now!"

  Don’t say, if someone who is unfamiliar looks at it, they really wouldn’t think that this is a pair of pros and cons.

hotel.

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

  Click

   "Mr. Tan, it's me!"

  (End of this chapter)