novelraw Chapter 217 Meet (1)
Chapter 217 Meet (1)
Chapter 217 Meet (1)
But at the moment, Zhao Wanqing was adding vegetables to the plate in the dish area of the kitchen.
Just now, five tables of guests ordered Flammulina velutipes, and she wanted to serve them out immediately.
The boss came, his face was pale, and there was sweat on his forehead, as if there was something urgent.
She glanced at it secretly, lowered her head secretly, and concentrated on what she was doing.
The boss here is very fierce, and he swears in Chongqing dialect at every turn. She doesn't want to be scolded for not serving the food in time.
Unexpectedly, the boss came straight to her.
She heard the rapid footsteps getting closer and closer, and her heart beat faster and faster.
The boss stood beside her, grabbed her arm and said, "Zhao Wanqing, come with me!"
She was caught off guard, and the plate in her hand overturned and fell to the ground with a few crisp sounds.
"Boss, where are you taking me?" She asked in panic, her heart almost bursting out of the wall.
"You'll know when you get there!" The boss dragged her out, as if there was something urgent.
Just like that, she was dragged to the hot pot restaurant, which had the best decoration and the largest private room.
"Go in!" the boss ordered her.
Not knowing why, she pushed open the heavy wooden door in fear.
However, the moment she saw He Ziqian, she was stunned.
Why is he here?At this moment, shouldn't he be in Jiangcheng City?
At the same time, He Ziqian also looked at her.
She noticed that his cold eyes trembled twice, and his face became even colder and more terrifying.
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He Ziqian stared at her, with a thick layer of anger floating in his deep eyes.
The Zhao Wanqing at this moment, the Zhao Wanqing standing in front of her, made him want to get angry and yell!
She was wearing a long-sleeved gown with small red and green flowers printed on it. The effect of wearing it on her body was very down-to-earth, and it reminded people of the cotton-padded jackets in the Northeast.
He was wearing wide-cut black trousers on his lower body. He didn't know what model or style they were, but he only thought they were worn by women in rural areas in the 90s.Wearing it on her body, she only looked bloated and short.
Around her waist was a greasy crimson apron. Due to too many oil stains and water stains, the apron exuded a dazzling light.
Besides, on her feet, she stepped on a pair of black square shoes, flat heels, almost covered by the trouser legs.
Against the background of this uniform, she turned into a rustic village girl!A little girl who serves tea and water to others!
She actually... actually made herself so cheap!
Anger slowly swelled in his heart, turning his eyes into scarlet. He couldn't hold back anymore, and stood up abruptly.
He swept down the dozen or so sets of cutlery on the table, with a huge range of movements, like a crazy person.
That action was brutal, rude, and hysterical, with a taste of despair, venting, and self-abuse, and it felt like dying with the enemy.
Teacups, porcelain bowls, and porcelain spoons fell to the ground one by one, making a "squeaky" sound. The sound was endless and echoed in the closed room for a long time, which was particularly harsh.
Fragments of teacups and porcelain bowls even bounced off Zhao Wanqing's calf, hurting her skin.
She stood by the door, biting her purple lips, lowered her pale face, and didn't say a word or move a step.
He Ziqian was furious, waved his arms and growled, "Zhao Wanqing, tell me, what do you want to do when you resign without saying a word? In the Grand Hyatt Group, is someone deliberately making things difficult for you, making things difficult for you, making you feel miserable, and living like years? Or Someone squeezed your hard-earned money, deducted your wages, and left you naked and hungry? How dare you hide in such a remote place and work in such a dirty place!"
(Welcome to click on Remembrance's Crazy Love of a Rich Family: Belated Love, Black-bellied Chief: Dominating an Orphaned Girl from a Rich Family. This chapter is too difficult to write, hey.)
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