Because he had to hang up Hou Biao, Deng Hua could only act decadently every day.
He went out to drink almost every day, but he ignored Hou Biao.
Gao Shan also added fuel to the fire. Taking advantage of Zhang Muqiu's consultation at the hospital that day, and several patients and their families waiting in the courtyard, he caught Deng Hao's small mistake and reprimanded him severely in public.
At the end of the training, Gao Shan even said: "You are already in your twenties, and your wife is pregnant now. You should think about how to do things in the future. Don't follow your father's example and rely on your wife."
If you are soft-hearted, you will live in confusion!"
As soon as these words came out, anyone could hear that Gao Shan was dissatisfied with Deng Hua but could not express his anger too deeply, so he had to vent his anger on Deng Hao.
After Gao Shan left angrily, Jin came out with a sad look on his face and comforted his son: "Ah Hao, don't take it personally. The executive's family is angry with your father, not you."
Deng Hao was so stimulated that his eyes turned red. He clenched his fists and said, "If he has the ability to talk to my father, what is his ability to attack me?"
Jin raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, her eye circles instantly turned red and said: "Son, please bear with it! Now your wife is pregnant, A Xin will be old enough to marry in two years, and next Wen'er
We are still young, and now that your father can’t count on you, we can’t let others drive him out, otherwise do we really want the whole family to beg for food on the streets?”
Hearing this, Deng Hao clenched his fists even more tightly, the veins on the back of his hands popped out, and he hit the pillar next to him heavily.
Blood immediately flowed down the fingers.
Mrs. Jin took out her handkerchief and wrapped it around her son's hand. She glanced at the people in the yard who were watching the excitement with their heads stretched out, and pulled them away with red eyes.
After returning to her house in the backyard, Jin complained: "You kid, you're good at acting, why did you hurt your hand?"
At this time, Deng Hao still looked as angry as before. He held his hands and bared his teeth, shouting that it hurt.
"Hey, didn't I just want to act more realistically? Who knew I had to use too much force?"
Jin quickly found some medicine for the wound and applied it to him, wrapped it with a cloth and said, "You are a man who is about to be a father, and you are still so frizzy. Let your father know that he is not talking about you!"
"Mom, I was scolded by Uncle Gao just now and I was injured. You won't be so cruel and still want to complain to me in front of dad, right?" Deng Hao quickly said coquettishly to Jin, "Then am I
Isn’t it too miserable? Mom, don’t you love your son even before you have your grandson?”
Jin was made to laugh by her son, but before she could say anything, Deng Hua opened the door curtain and walked in: "I have seen it a long time ago, and you still need your mother to complain?"
"Dad..." As soon as he saw Deng Hua, Deng Hao quickly put away his showy attitude, but his eyes were still dishonest and he looked at Deng Hua with a pitiful look.
"But you performed well today. Since you are going to act for Hou Biao, you have to act as realistically as possible. There will always be people who can tell if you are fake. If you surprise people by then, it will ruin your wife's affairs.
My son is not feeling well."
Deng Hao rarely received praise from his father. When he heard this, he couldn't believe his ears.
"Dad, you didn't scold me?" Deng Hao reached out and took out his ears, with an unbelievable expression on his face, "Could this be a dream?"
"You brat!" Deng Hua kicked him over, "If I didn't scold you, you would still feel uncomfortable, wouldn't you?"
Deng Hao reflexively jumped to the side, dodged and ran out with a playful smile, saying as he ran: "I'm going to be a father, why are you kicking me! Forget it now, wait until your grandson is born. Don't allow it after you come out, otherwise my dignity as a father will be ruined in the eyes of my son..."
Deng Hua was also amused by his son and scolded him: "This brat is so old and still so unstable."
Two days later, Shen Tianshu asked Qiu Jun to send the medical records he had forged after staying up late to Gao Shan.
Gao Shan told Deng Hua the news that night, so that he could close the network according to the situation.
Deng Hua, who has been drinking every day recently, feels a little overwhelmed. He was very happy to hear the news.
That night he went to Hongyun Restaurant as he had done the other day, and now the corner seat by the window had become Deng Hua's special seat.
As soon as he walked into the door, without saying anything, the waiter directly led him to this action and asked with a smile: "Sir, do you still want two plates of side dishes and a jar of wine?"
Deng Hua nodded solemnly, as if he was too lazy to say anything.
The waiter works as a waiter in a restaurant and has long been accustomed to customers like this. He is also very good at reading people's faces.
Knowing that he shouldn't mess with people who came here to drink wine, he didn't say anything nonsense, just tossed the cloth on his shoulders, ran to the back door of the hall and shouted: "Two plates of appetizers, and a jar of good wine!"
The food and wine were quickly served on the table, and the waiter just said "Sir, your dishes are ready" and then went to greet other guests.
Deng Hua didn't feel dissatisfied, so he opened the wine jar, poured a bowl of wine, and started drinking sip after sip without taking a few bites of the food.
He looked gloomy while waiting for Hou Biao to appear.
According to the usual practice of the past few days, Hou Biao would basically appear around him when he had finished his second glass of wine.
But something unexpected happened today, and Hou Biao never showed up.
When the jar of wine was halfway through, Deng Hua gradually slowed down his drinking speed and began to slowly eat the appetizers.
But even if he procrastinated like this, until the two plates of side dishes were all eaten and no more wine could be poured out of the wine jar, he still didn't wait for Hou Biao.
Deng Hua couldn't help but feel a little nervous, fearing that his performance would not be right and Hou Biao would wake up.
But he mentally reviewed all his actions over the past two days and found no problems.
Deng Hua raised his hand to greet the waiter, asked for another bottle of wine, and looked more depressed than usual.
After finishing a bottle of wine, it was really getting late and I decided not to wait any longer.
He dropped the coin and staggered out.
The waiter came to collect the money, but his expression changed as soon as he counted it. He quickly caught up with Deng Hua and said, "Sir, you paid less!"
Deng Hua said with a big tongue: "Nonsense, nonsense, I, I prepare money in advance every day, how, how can there be less!
"Don't look at me drinking. After drinking, you want to defraud my money. I, I know it!"
When the waiter heard this, he became anxious and stepped forward to grab Deng Hua's arm, fearing that he would run away.
"Sir, you ordered an extra bottle of wine today than usual, how can you still pay me as usual?"
Deng Hua raised his arm and threw away the waiter's hand, turned around and punched the waiter in the face, scolding him angrily: "Who do you think you are? I don't care if others bully me. Now you, a waiter, dare to yell at me and use your hands." Feet?"