After sending off the Tie brothers, Jinxiu took Cuizhu to patrol the small shop.

Even though the waiters are busy, they are still smiling and walking calmly! The sparkle between the eyebrows and eyes makes people feel comfortable when they see it.

Jinxiu leaned obliquely in the corridor specially made for her, taking in all this, the corners of her lips hooked up a trace of inexplicable smile, and opened her mouth to call softly, "Cuizhu!"

"Yes! Owner!" Cuizhu, who never took his eyes off Jinxiu's body, responded to Jinxiu's words, moved lightly, walked to a place three feet away from Jinxiu, and bowed his head.

"What do these children have to say about the treatment of the small shop today?" Jinxiu's words were flat, and this question suddenly arose, so that Cuizhu couldn't think of the reason for it for a while, but he still answered truthfully

"Go back to the owner! No, they are now more and more accustomed to the life of the small shop, and they are very happy with the rules and regulations of the small shop!" Cuizhu's voice was as clear as jade, warm as a spring breeze, and the only audience squinted with great enjoyment.

"Is that satisfied?" Jinxiu's eyes rolled, her voice chuckled, and her slender fingers tapped the bamboo rhythmically, and then he heard something from Cuizhu that he couldn't believe it

"Add one more to the store rules, each person has four days off per month, and the silver is still issued. As long as you arrange the work at hand, you can do whatever you want, but the premise is to make it clear to your immediate superiors, and as for the follow-up, let's see ....."

"Yes......" Cuizhu didn't know how much effort he used to restrain himself from losing his temper in front of the owner, but this voice was still full of too much emotion.

Jinxiu listened to how many sounds she had around, and she was a little funny: "What? Are you not happy on a holiday? If the road is near, wouldn't it be nice to go home to see your parents? If you don't have enough money, you can also advance it from the account office, and if you have a long distance, you can also make an appointment with three or two friends to make tea and embroider! In this way, everyone should be happier!"

How could he be unhappy? Cuizhu shouted in his heart, but the difference between good upbringing and identity made him swallow this cathartic question, and secretly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and the corners of Cuizhu's lips hooked up an unnatural smile

"Everyone will be very happy!" "The voice is determined, there is no doubt that "the owner, forgive Cuizhu for being presumptuous, why?" Cuizhu's voice was a little dry, he had always been calm and moderate, but his hand under his sleeve at this time couldn't help trembling, looking at the puzzled gaze cast by Jinxiu, Cuizhu seemed to be out of the way, and said word by word

"Why are you so different?" The voice was not as warm as the usual sweet spring, but a little sharp, even a little broken.

Jinxiu looked at Cuizhu, whose body trembled but was still locked on her body, did not speak, but slowly wrapped a pair of arms into her wide sleeves, but her lazy and lazy appearance added a little more enchanting, I saw her raise her feet and walk to the road to the back door, but she didn't care about Cuizhu at all.

Cuizhu's long body shook, and her waist, which was always straight, was slightly bent, but her eyes, which were always as warm as water, were still locked in the splendid figure, and her lips were slightly open, but she didn't spit out half a word.

And Jinxiu, who walked to the top of the stairs, stood there, turning around to look at the pale and weak green bamboo

"When it's not peaceful, only smart people live long! If I don't have the qualifications to compare with others, I will definitely make my mind clearer! What do you say?

The voice was magnetic and the tone was erratic, but Cuizhu was sweating all over his body in the cold winter wax moon, and he lowered his head in a hurry.

Before he could think of how to answer, he heard the sound of inaudible footsteps fading away, and Cuizhu fell to the ground like a detachment, his straight spine gradually bent, and leaned against the mahogany pillar behind him.

Wen Run's eyes were still holding on to the stairs around the corner, only to see his pale lips murmuring silently, "Yes, Uncle Qian said the same thing, but I can't control myself....... "53Please search for "6 Mao" or enter the URL:.