The manager walked over to take over the work of the nurse and said softly, "Mr. Ye, that person is in the office." ”

The man in the wheelchair nodded and waved his hand at the nurse, "You wait at the door." ”

After the two entered the office, the man sitting behind the desk was still busy with his work, as if the rest of the people were transparent.

"Ahem!" Seeing this, the manager coughed, "Sir, our boss is here." ”

Hearing this, Qi Hanmo stopped what he was doing, and his sharp dark eyes slowly lifted up from the screen.

The entrance is a face full of bruises, a pair of moist eyes give people a feeling of warmth like jade, except for the injuries on the face, he is still handsome, and he looks a few years younger than him.

He was wearing a casual thin jacket and a hospital gown, and a pair of slender and straight legs with a white plaster cast, and the whole person sat in a wheelchair and looked at him silently.

Qi Hanmo crossed his hands and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly, "It turns out that the boss here is a minor, I said that even the waiter is careless, and he can't serve a dish steadily." ”

The sarcasm was urgent, and the manager couldn't stand it and wanted to stand up and refute a few words, but was stopped by the young man in the wheelchair.

The boy smiled warmly, not taking his sarcasm to heart, and introduced himself with a gentle and clear mouth, "I am Ye Zitao, the operator of the restaurant, and I am very sorry for the harm I caused you today, I don't know what kind of solution you want, sir?" ”

According to his observation, the man in front of him is not from City A, he should be a descendant of Chinese who has settled in a certain country, and his Chinese is very standard, but it is not difficult to find that there is still a little foreign accent.

"It's easy," the man stood up from his chair, his hands propped up on the table, his long body leaning forward slightly, "since such a low-level mistake can happen in your restaurant, why don't you... Transfer it to me. ”

Ye Zitao looked at his confident face and smiled, and his hand on the handle of the wheelchair was clenched hard, "This gentleman, I don't think you came here today at all to solve the problem, but to smash the field." ”

An unexpected burn caused him to transfer the restaurant, and it was the first time he had heard of such a solution.

"You can say this," Qi Hanmo shrugged indifferently, "You can also not agree to this request, but I will say the ugly words first, if you don't agree, I have a way to make you unable to drive." ”

Ye Zitao was not threatened by him, and met his provocative gaze, "I'll wait and see." ”

This restaurant was opened with the pocket money he had saved over the years, and the money earned was enough to cover his tuition and daily expenses.

Although his family is not short of money, he wants to be independent by his own efforts.

Qi Hanmo put away the computer on the table and put it in his bag, "Okay, there's no need for us to talk about it." ”

Pick up the computer and walk out.

"Wait a minute!" Just as he was about to go out of the door, the man behind him called out to him.

Qi Hanmo stopped in place and didn't look back, "Changed your mind again?" ”

Ye Zitao chuckled, "I won't change my mind, I want to ask the injured lady which hospital is in, the person was burned by us, no matter how it is solved, I should go and say hello in person." ”