After settling down Zhao Shirui, Fang Buwei continued to greet guests.

After a few hours, few people can sit firmly.

Today, Zhao Jinshan plays the role of a butler. He is responsible for serving wine and cooking and cleaning up the aftermath. No one deliberately drinks him, so he is the one who is most sober.

He is now arranging everyone's guards and entourages, carrying drunkards to the car one by one.

Fang Buwei seems to be a little clearer, at least he can still stand firm.

He shook Xiao Zaiming and patted Xiao Zaiming again. The two of them didn't move at all, not even humming.

"Ye Xingzhong..." Fang Buwei yelled.

"I'm waking up..." A neat footsteps sounded from far to near, and finally stopped at the door.

Ye Xingzhong asked the other team members to wait at the door and only brought four people into the living room.

"Send them back!" Fang Buwei pointed at Xiao Zaiming and Ming Zaiming and said.

Zhao Jinshan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked casually: "Don't you wake up here and then leave?"

Fang Buwei waved his hand: "Go back to sleep... My aunt is still waiting in the hotel..."

A cold light flashed in Zhao Jinshan's eyes.

Such a good opportunity, can't be used?

Fang Buwei asked several guards to set up Xiao Zaiming and Xiao Zaiming, and then walked out with his arms around Ye Xingzhong's neck.

"I told you... Thank you for your hard work today..." Fang Buwei went further and further, his voice getting lower and lower. Zhao Jinshan could no longer hear what he was talking about.

"Don't panic no matter what happens, and make sure to protect them in a row..."

Ye Xingzhong was shocked: Chief Fang was not drunk?

Fang Buwei hugged Ye Xingzhong's neck vigorously and pushed him forward: "Please!"

"Sir...sir..." Ye Xingzhong looked at Fang Buwei in horror.

Why do you look like you explaining the funeral?

"Stop talking nonsense!" Fang Buwei whispered.

Ye Xingzhong had not reacted until he got into the car.

What is Fang Buwei doing?

Zhao Shirui was also thinking about this question.

The noise downstairs became lower and lower, and cars left one by one until there was no sound at the end.

If it weren't for the occasional hearing of Fang Buwei's joking, Zhao Shirui almost rushed down.

Zhao Jinshan came to see him at least three times, and the last time he even patted his face hard.

The choking is strange and strange w~w~w.

This is obviously testing whether I am really drunk.

When I came up for the third time, there was obviously another person besides Zhao Jinshan, but in the end it was Zhao Jinshan who went downstairs alone.

Zhao Shirui vaguely heard that a man entered the master bedroom lightly and never came out again.

All the ones that should be given away were sent away. Zhao Jinshan's men were packing the table, and Fang Buwei was lying half-lying on the sofa, squirting out the smell of alcohol.

He glanced casually and found that Lin Zian was gone.

Fang Buwei sneered secretly.

Zhao Jinshan handed a bowl of fermented glutinous rice eggs to Fang Buwei: "Drink a little, it will be more comfortable!"

Fang Buwei sucked his nose slightly, and a unique smell of ether rushed into his nose.

"Good stuff...uh..." Fang Buwei burped, took the soup bowl and drank it all in one breath.

"Why don't you go up and lie down..."

Before Zhao Jinshan finished speaking, Fang Buwei fell on the sofa.

"Come here to help!" Zhao Jinshan waved at the guard guard at the door.

"Drunk?" asked the guard, "why send the officer back to the hotel?"

Zhao Jinshan said to the guard: "Director Zhao is still upstairs!"

The guard pondered for a moment and nodded again.

Before the guest left, the host left first, which was indeed unreasonable.

Fang Buwei was so soft that he seemed to be nowhere to be aware of it, so the guards carried him directly on his back.

Zhao Jinshan supported him behind and protected him all the way, sending Fang Buwei to the master bedroom.

"I have to ask you to get a basin of warm water and I'll wipe his face!" Zhao Jinshan said while taking off Fang Buwei's shoes.

The guard nodded and went downstairs again.

Hearing the guard's footsteps, Zhao Jinshan held his toes and quickly closed the door, shouting softly: "Hurry!"

Lin Zi'an came out of the wardrobe next to the big bed.

The dress on his body is exactly the same as Fang Buwei, and even the watches worn on the hand bowl are of the same model.

One person lifted his shoulders and the other person lifted his feet, and worked together to lift Fang Buwei into the wardrobe.

This is all carefully designed.

There are only two places for hiding people in the entire bedroom, one is a bed cabinet and the other is a wardrobe. The bed cabinet was nailed to death, so Lin Zi'an could only hide it in the wardrobe in advance.

After closing the cabinet door, Zhao Jinshan quickly took out an iron wine pot from his arms, took a sip first, and squirted it on Lin Zi'an with a "pop".

Lin Zi'an took the wine pot and poured it all in one breath.

You can't drink it in advance, otherwise there will be a smell of alcohol in the bedroom, which is likely to make the guards notice it.

"What to do!" Lin Zi'an asked again, pointing to the wardrobe.

Zhao Jinshan leaned over to the window and took a look.

Zhao Shirui's car was parked downstairs, his two subordinates were standing in front of the car smoking cigarettes, and there were also two Fang Buwei's guards guarding downstairs.

According to the previous plan, after the replacement is successful, we must find a way to transport Fangwei to the Japanese consulate or Lihua nightclub.

But now it seems that the difficulty is not very high.

"If you act according to the opportunity, you really can't do it, just deal with it!" Zhao Jinshan said coldly.

"I understand!" Lin Zi'an nodded.

"Dang thang thang thang..." A sound came from the downstairs. It should be that the guard was carrying the water.

"Lying up!"

Lin Zi'an quickly climbed onto the bed, closed his eyes, and snored.

The guard leader was holding a basin of water and a towel in his hand.

Zhao Jinshan washed the towel and carefully wiped Lin Zi'an's face.

"Okay, let him sleep for a while!" Zhao Jinshan threw the towel into the copper basin and went out with the guards.

Hearing the movement outside the door, Zhao Shirui closed his eyes tightly.

Zhao Jinshan pushed open the door, walked to the bed and shook Zhao Shirui.

"Brother Shirui, Brother Shirui?"

Zhao Shirui muttered, turned over and snored again.

Zhao Jinshan curled his lips gently, revealing a hint of pride. He had not forgotten to cover Zhao Shirui with a quilt.

When Zhao Jinshan heard that he went downstairs, Zhao Shirui got out of the bed with a slight foot and pressed his ear tightly against the wall.

He heard nothing more than snoring.

Zhao Shirui was so anxious that he was scratching his cat.

The one who just talked to Zhao Jinshan was definitely not Fang Buwei, but the person who slipped into the room in advance.

But Zhao Jinshan's voice was too low, and Zhao Shirui did not hear clearly what they were saying.
Chapter completed!