Chapter 67: Wayward Managers

I dodged his hand and clasped his wrist with one hand, staring at him like a seasoned hunter, as if in a few seconds, I had seen the other man's movements thoroughly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head with a flushed face, and said in a soft voice: "Sir, you, don't be like this."

Seeing this, Feng Xue and I looked at each other, and then with a wicked smile, I deliberately said in a low voice: "Oh? I didn't do anything, could it be something that gave you a chance to reverie? ”

The waiter's face turned even redder, and she looked at me with a look of embarrassment written on her face with a pair of watery eyes comparable to that of a woman. If it weren't for the strong pulse in my hand, I would have thought that this pampering person in front of me would be a woman.

"Tut-tut, sure enough, I still like women." I said, letting go of his hand. He withdrew his hand with a worried face, and there was still a wireless grievance on his face.

When he withdrew his hand, I added faintly: "The things on the towel smell too much, remember to change to a lighter medicine next time."

The "waiter" paused, suddenly laughed, threw the things in his hand casually, clapped his hands and said: "It is worthy of being the heir of that position, observation is keen, this sense of smell is really sensitive, it seems that next time it should be changed to a more powerful approach."

After I listened to him, the whole person had a feeling of being electrified, and the voice was really crisp to the bones, and there was no sense of youth at all. It's just that this is a somewhat arrogant and mocking tone, as if it is intended to make people angry.

I didn't laugh angrily when I saw this, and said meaningfully: "You are good enough, even I play that person vividly, if I wasn't interested in you, I would definitely be fascinated by that appearance."

He didn't get angry with me, but was ridiculed by me, and his face was a little ugly. I also took it when I saw it, and didn't say anything to stimulate him.

As if he knew that words couldn't attack me because of just one sentence, he suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Xue, and called to her with an aggrieved face: "Feng Xue~"

Seeing that the pair of pig hands were about to hug Feng Xue, she suddenly raised the coffee in front of her and stretched out her hand to block the coffee in front of her. He stopped, and shrank back, as if he was afraid that the coffee would spill on him.

In this way, the man in front of him wore white gloves on his hands, covering the entire palm of his hand and his ankles. He wore an ordinary employee's hat on his head, and his hair was all hidden in the hat, and not a trace of miscellaneous hair was exposed. The clothes on the body are meticulously worn, and you can see that the details are arranged very clearly. So I came to the conclusion that this person might be a cleanliness psychologist.

On this side, when the man saw Feng Xue's movements, he complained with a sad face: "You actually treated me like this, I was so good to you, you, you hurt my heart too much."

As he spoke, one hand supported his forehead, and the other hand covered his heart, it can be said that his gestures were all plays, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching.

"If you talk more, I'll get you a new dress." Feng Xue said in a flat tone, and her eyes looked at him calmly. Even so, the man suddenly became quiet for some reason, as if he had been injected with a tranquilizer, and only stood aside and looked at her sadly.

I found out that this person didn't know that there was drama all over his body, and the plot changed quickly. As I was thinking so, Feng Xue's flat tone sounded again, and she said simply: "Mo Xuanyuan, Su Zheng."

The man I was called Mo Xuanyuan nodded his head, but he just glanced at me resentfully, and turned his head arrogantly.

Even so, I don't mind, because in my opinion, his position in my consciousness is not so important, and it has nothing to do with me what he feels like, so how he treats me is his business, but how I return the salute is another matter.

Thinking like this, I said to him with a calm face: "Mo Xuanyuan, since you are the manager here, you must also know our intentions, I want you to explain everything you know to us, is there a problem?"

"There's a problem." He looked at me with disdain on my face.

"You speak." I said to him as usual.

"Ahem, due to the seriousness and complexity of the matter, it will not be clear for a while, not to mention that there are still many businesses in my store that have not yet been handled, and I want to wait until tomorrow morning to finish it at one time." He said with a reasonable face.

"I think you should know very well which is more important in this matter, you can postpone your business until tomorrow, but the delay in dealing with this matter may lead to the intensification and expansion of the other party's power. Even so, did you choose to postpone our conversation? I asked him officially, and the expression on his face was well controlled, not excessive, and not too vulnerable.

Frightened by my words, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Originally, you should have contacted me on the day you first arrived, but you have postponed it for so many days, if I postpone the conversation for one day will cause the evil forces to spread, then how should you postpone these days?" But if I want to talk to you now, give me a reason why I have to talk today. ”

"Indeed, it was my fault that we did not contact you at the first time of arrival, and I apologize here. However, if you deliberately shirk us, it is a criminal deliberate concealment, and I have reason to wonder if you have become tired of work, and if you are misunderstood because of this, do you think it doesn't matter? "I said to Mo Xuanyuan again.

"Look at what you say, even if you say that, it can't shake me very well." As he spoke, he turned his face to the side, as if he had refused any exhortation.

"Mo Xuanyuan, don't mess around." Feng Xue on the side suddenly scolded coldly.

"I'm not messing around." As he spoke, he did the opposite of what he said.

"In that case, you are so willful, and it is a scourge to stay, I might as well kill you." My tone suddenly became deep, and my eyes stared coldly at Mo Xuanyuan who was standing not far away, as if there was an infinite black hole hidden in his eyes, which could swallow everything.

"Heh, do you think I'm going to be scared? You're done. Mo Xuanyuan snorted disdainfully.

"It's pretty backbone." I said, looking at his neck as if I was thinking about how to go under the knife, and thoughtfully continued: "But it's fun to think about, as long as you cut the artery in your neck like this, dark red blood will gush out of your neck, it will spray on you, it will stain your clothes in a dazzling color, it will spray on the ground with dust, roll into tiny mud, and I feel excited to think about it."