Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 20
She looked up at him, "Don't worry, even if I die, you two, brother and sister, will not be invited to the funeral. I don't want to see you two again in this life."

"Xiang Wan," Jiang Qifeng clutched the ointment tightly, his light-colored eyes were stained with a dull color, "It was you who did the wrong thing, not me and Qingran."

Even if they don't meet, it should be that he and Qingran don't want to see her, not that she doesn't want to see them.

Xiang Wan pursed his lips, his expression was calm, but a bit sarcastic.

"It was a mistake for me to come here. For a person like you who knows his mistakes and never corrects them, let alone kneeling for two hours, kneeling for two days or two years is his own fault!" Jiang Qifeng turned and walked towards the elevator entrance, throwing the ointment into the trash can inside.

The ointment collided with the trash can, making a dull sound, making the atmosphere in the corridor even more depressing.

The supervisor was so angry that Xiang Wan blushed and was about to punish her when a door of a private room opened and a head poked out, "The cleaner came over, someone vomited."

"Okay." Xiang Wan took the cleaning tools and entered the private room in front.

The private room was filled with clouds and mist, and the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, women's perfume and the sour smell of vomit mixed together, making Xiangwan almost out of breath.

"Excuse me." She said, and took a rag to the coffee table and sofa stained with a large amount of vomit.

The clear and pleasant female voice was particularly abrupt in the smoky mist, and several men who were teasing the woman looked at her——

"I thought it was some aunt, but it turned out to be a beautiful little sister!"

"You have a good face, but you can't tell the figure. You take off your clothes and show me. If it's not bad, follow me from now on, how about it?"

"Are you blind, this figure is absolutely ah! The beauty will follow me, she will definitely earn more than here!"

A group of men making foul language.

As if Xiang Wan had never heard of it, she took a rag to clean up the vomit.

The sticky feeling of the rag spread to her hands, coupled with the sour smell wafting from her nose, her stomach churned, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

"My shoes are also stained with dirt, beauty, wipe them off for me!" The man stared at her with fiery eyes.

Xiang Wan stood up, took a step back, and tried to suppress the churning in her stomach, "The rag is dirty, I'll change it."

I want to leave after saying that.

"Don't be so troublesome!" The man called to her, with frivolous eyes, "I don't think things of beautiful women are dirty."

Xiang Wan lowered her head and didn't move. She was clutching the rag tightly in her hand, and the vomit flowed down the rag, onto her shoes and clothes, making her look disgusting.

Seeing this, several people unabashedly disliked her and stayed away from her.

But the man was still staring at her closely, scanning her body back and forth with straightforward eyes.

Xiang Wan licked her dry lips, walked to his side, squatted down, before he had time to see where the dirt on his shoes was, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hair, and pulled her towards him.

Pfft!
She knelt on the ground and subconsciously leaned back, only to find that she was kneeling in front of him when she recovered.

There was a burst of laughter in the private room, and someone was whistling.

And Xiang Wan knelt on the ground, like a toy, being teased and teased, and he was in extreme embarrassment.

She pressed her hands on the vomit-smeared rag, and her short, uneven hair covered her extremely forbearable eyebrows and eyes.

She bit her lip tightly, her body trembling.

There was an ashtray on the coffee table, enough to smash this man's head!

She raised her hand to touch the coffee table, but when she touched the edge of the ashtray, she retracted again.

If she did this, He Hanchuan would only be angered...

"Little sister," the man grabbed her hair angrily, threw a wad of money on the table, his eyes were full of lust and malice, "help me, how about 100 yuan?"

Xiang Wan was forced to look at his face that had been wiped with liquid foundation, his stomach was churning, and he could only hold back his mouth.

The people in the private room booed loudly——

"Beauty, hurry up, this is more money than you can earn as a cleaner!"

"Lao Liu is not too dirty. She is a cleaner. She cleans the toilet all day and cleans up the dirty things. At least let her take a bath first."

(End of this chapter)