Chapter 17: Making Money on the Catwalk (3)
Qin Sangruo raised his hand, stopped the waiter's recommendation, and raised his eyes to look at Mr. Qian: "No need, I've already eaten." β
"How can you eat well without eating, you are already very thin, you can't blindly lose weight......" Mr. Qian picked up the menu and flipped through it at random, flipped to the hot soup and porridge classification items, pointed to a beautiful picture and said to the waiter beside him: "Give that beauty a bowl of this, blood glutinous red date porridge, nourish qi and nourish the skin." β
The middle-aged man with a big back comb next to him quipped: "Mr. Qian, I don't eat much, you can also order me a porridge to replenish qi and nourish my face!" β
Everyone present laughed, and Mr. Qian scolded with a smile: "you, in my place, only beautiful women have this treatment!" β
After speaking, he glanced at Qin Sangruo, and there was ambiguity in his eyes.
Qin Sangruo didn't speak, and stood up directly, Yuan Yuan sat in the seat next to her, and quickly grabbed her hand: "Qin Sangruo, do you want to go to the bathroom, let's go, let's go together!" β
Out of the box, Yuan Yuan pulled Qin Sangruo to a place where no one was: "What do you want to do, that money is always a person who manipulates our life and death, whether you can get the labor fee depends on his words......"
"Can't I come out early after I've eaten?"
Yuan Yuan sneered: "I've heard someone say that your EQ is low, it's really low, and you go alone before anyone else leaves, do you think it's appropriate?" What did we work so hard for, weren't we just to make money, and if we offended them, are you sure you can still get the money? β
Qin Sangruo kept a straight face and didn't speak.
After a few seconds, Yuan Yuan came over and grabbed her arm: "I also think that money is always hateful, always staring at our girls' breasts, but how can people not bow their heads under the eaves, and if you want him to give money happily, you can't offend him...... Okay, okay, don't be angry, just think it's for all of us and you hold on a little longer, count me begging you! β
Qin Sangruo was taken back to the box by Yuan Yuan, some people said that they had to be punished for drinking for too long, Yuan Yuan drank his own and then blocked Qin Sangruo: "My classmate can't drink, I'll do it for her, bosses are free!" He tilted his head and took another drink.
"The heroine of the women!" The box burst into applause.
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ββ¦β¦ Why hasn't the jujube porridge I ordered come up yet, what's going on in your restaurant? Qian always asked the waiter impatiently.
Without waiting for the waiter to answer, Yuan Yuan stood up with both hands on the table: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll go over and take a look!" β
She went out with the waiter, and after a while, she came in with a bowl of steaming blood glutinous red date porridge on a tray: "Qin Sangruo, eat it while it's hot, Mr. Qian specially ordered it for you!" β
After speaking, she squeezed her eyes at Qin Sangruo and motioned for her to take a bite in my face.
Qin Sangruo reluctantly picked up the spoon and ate a few bites.
After a while, her eyelids were heavy, her brain was dizzy, and she wanted to sleep.
At this time, Mr. Qian said: "Everyone still has work in the afternoon, let's be here today!" β
The other men all put down the wine glasses in their hands and stood up, and said goodbye to Mr. Qian, and after a while, there were only three people left in the box: Qin Sangruo, Yuan Yuan and Mr. Qian.
"Qin Sangruo, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable, come, I'll help you stand up......"
Mr. Qian walked over after signing the order and asked with concern: "What's wrong with your classmate?" β
"I don't know, maybe she's too tired, she's not in good health, and during the freshman military training, I saw her faint twice." Yuan Yuan said.
Seeing this, the waiter on the side immediately stepped forward: "Hello guests, the sixth floor of our hotel is above the guest room, clean and hygienic, quiet and comfortable, if this lady is not feeling well, you can go to the guest room to rest first." β
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"Mr. Qian, do you still need my help?" At the door of the presidential suite, Yuan Yuan clasped her hands and hung them on her chest, and asked with a smile.
Mr. Qian swiped the card to open the door of the guest room, held the rickety Qin Sangruo with one hand, took out a few banknotes from his jacket pocket with the other, and handed them over: "Hard work!" β
"Thank you, Mr. Qian, I wish you a pleasant stay!"
Yuan Yuan took the money and bowed to Mr. Qian, and just wanted to leave, only to hear a man's voice behind him: "Wait a minute!" β
Lu Yanying left behind the customers who were traveling with him and hurried over to this side: "What are you doing?" β
The cold eyes looked directly at Mr. Qian's oily face.
"What are you doing, what do you do if I open a room with my girlfriend?" Qian always said impatiently.
Lu Yanying glanced at the sleepy Qin Sangruo, and dragged her from Mr. Qian's hand: "Dare to ask your boyfriend, who is her surname, where does she live, and what do her parents do?" β
Mr. Qian opened his mouth, and there was a fierce light in his eyes: "What does this have to do with you?" β
The sneer on the corner of Lu Yanying's lips gradually subsided, and Qin Sangruo hugged him in his arms: "I am her fiancΓ©, do you say it matters?" β
Little by little, the orange sun was setting, and the sky was darkening. There were large areas of sunset on the horizon, like burning clouds.
Qin Sangruo woke up slowly, his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, and he sat up with one hand on the mattress.
Before she could figure out where she was now, there was a sound of swiping the door card at the door, and with a click, the door was opened, the lights in the room gradually turned on, and Lu Yanying walked in while making a phone call with a few bottles of water.