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Chapter 30 Guan Ai Lie Card

Is this the story of Jiang Xiachu?For the part where Zuo Cheng participated, Guan Ai seemed to understand Jiang Xiachu's hatred for Zuo Cheng. If it was her, it would be more than just hatred.

"17 years old, she was imprisoned for a year, and she escaped. In the hospital, Yichen replaced her with a dead body." After a hellish year, she turned her head and looked at Guan Ai. , the bitterness disappeared without leaving a trace, "It's just that I only escaped for five years."

After reading Jiang Xiachu's book, there is no ending on the last page.The tragedy of poppies blooming is all Jiang Xiachu has.

"That girl is you, and that man is Zuo Cheng." Guan Ai explained the darkest part of Jiang Xiachu's book in one sentence.

Finally, she knew why Jiang Xiachu couldn't laugh, that poppy-like man made her forget the ability to laugh.

"Look at me, I remember everything so clearly, I thought I had forgotten it." Jiang Xiachu mockingly curled the corners of her lips, dimpled slightly.

Stretching out his hand, Jiang Xiachu's hand was very cold, covering Guan Ai's face.

It turned out that she had warm fluid on her face, something called tears.How many years Guan Ai has not shed tears, she does not remember.This time she will clearly remember, this time for a girl named Jiang Xiachu, for her withered flower season.

She is just an audience member in Jiang Xiachu's story, the performer didn't shed tears, but she cried. Guan Ai didn't believe that actors have no tears, so she thought that Jiang Xiachu must have cried all his tears.

Guan Ai wiped something that blurred her eyes, pretentious things are not suitable for her, just occasionally, not repeat offenders.She held Jiang Xiachu's cold hand: "If you can't forget it, you will hate him fiercely. You have the right to do so."

"That's what I did too." Jiang Xiachu replied.

Zuo Cheng stayed in her world for a season, Jiang Xiachu hated Zuo Cheng every season, this is how she repays him.

Guan Ai sniffed, and finally said hypocritically: "At the beginning of Xia, it's all over."

don't remember...

Nodding slightly, Jiang Xiachu's voice was tense, like a kite string: "Well, it's over."

Just can't forget...

When did the flowering period of the poppies start, Jiang Xiachu wrote it down, and then kept remembering it.

The blue sky is like washing, and the wind of May is blowing, which is the infinite scenery of spring.

The blue sky and the soft wind make it a good place to go out. Unfortunately, the calendar is not good, and the business of Tianlan Coffee is not good.

With his head down, eyebrows frowned, and lips pursed, Guan Ai got carried away with the calculator in his hand.

The hands are flexible, and it is called a 'flying finger' when pressed.But there seems to be a saying: well-developed limbs, simple mind.

The first time, minus [-].

The second time, negative [-].

The fourth time, minus fifteen thousand six.

The fifth time, negative [-].

After counting five times, each time I lost money, there was no positive number.Pressed five times, four results, concluded: "I lost [-]." Guan Ai frowned his beautiful willow leaf eyebrows, hating himself for being weak, and after some self-guiding, he smiled again, "A few times last I lost [-] yuan, but it has improved.”

It seems to be on the right track, and it will be booming soon.A certain person comforted himself. In fact, he used this comfort when Tianlan opened a year ago, and he didn't bother.

Guan Ai was thinking about how to turn Tianlan into a profit, and someone disrupted someone's plan by bluffing.

"Boss, boss."

Temperament, temperament... Xiaoqing has been nurtured for more than a year, why is she still so surprised.

Every time Guan Ai said this sentence in such a righteous way, Xiaoqing would reply in her heart: I was influenced by you, and Aunt Wang next door used to call me a little lady.

Guan Ai cleared the number in the calculator to zero, it was really eye-catching, pushed it away, raised his head again, he was not surprised but bluffed: "What are you shouting about, this is a coffee shop, not a food stall, I have given you so much coffee, Temperament is eliminated by metabolism?"

Your decibel is higher than mine.Xiaoqing squinted her surroundings: Someone complained with their eyes.

The above is purely an expression in the eyes, Xiaoqing was filled with righteous indignation: "Boss, no matter how much you drink, you are not as much, and you are the one with a strong metabolism."

The implication: the temperament is discharged with the metabolism...

Guan Aifeng squinted her eyes, and picked the arc of a crescent moon, and the decibels only increased: "Damn, you want to rebel, but tell me why you are making a fuss, don't be lazy for my old lady, I happen to be missing a buckle reason for wages.”

After the wages are deducted, the loss can be made up... Someone cruelly calculated the profit and loss in his heart, which was more accurate than the calculator just now.

In fact, it has never been deducted...

Xiaoqing was embarrassed and muttered: "The capitalists oppress."

Always use this trick, you are not tired of it, I am tired of it.Xiaoqing slandered for a while, and said, "Look, the person sitting at table number eight."

Table No. [-]... Guan Ai's eyeballs rolled around, with a cunning look.

Good-looking: with nose and eyes; tall and in good shape: well-developed limbs.

It seems a little familiar...

Wait... Guan Ai turned his head suddenly, and squinted at Xiaoqing: I caught the fuck.

"If you commit a nympho during working hours, your wages will be deducted!" Guan Ai made the final decision.

The appeal was dismissed and the conviction was immediate.

Xiaoqing refused to accept it: "I'm wronged, celebrity effect, I'm not a nympho." Pointing to the man at the eighth table, "That's Cheng Xinzhi, my brother's favorite racing driver."

Cheng Xinzhi...is no stranger to names.Guan Ai looked over again: the face was also familiar.

That weirdo from last time!

Guan Ai nodded: "He." Turning his head, he ordered Xiaoqing very nervously, "Go, I sent you to deliver the coffee, and I said that I took it by mistake last week, and now return it to him. If he accepts it, the crime of nympho is not guilty. No salary deductions."

Xiaoqing succumbed in his heart, and resisted with his mouth: "Capitalist dictatorship." Resigned to the task resentfully, he muttered, "This kind of strike-up is a cliché."

Guan Ai's ear strength is good, he can hear clearly, and threatened at the top of his voice: "Are you going or not, don't you want your salary?"

The trick of deducting wages has been tried and tested, and Guan Ai never tires of it.

The young strong man went to the execution ground: "For my salary."

It is not aggrieved to strike up a conversation, it is aggrieved to strike up a conversation for someone, but the most aggrieved thing is to strike up a conversation knowing that it is cannon fodder.

Guan Ai is leisurely, watching the show with his head propped up.

Is it too sunny today?Or is table eight by the window?Why does Guan Ai think that weird guy sitting there is very pleasing to the eye, the more he looks at it, the more pleasing to the eye.

In the future, find a sunny day and try sitting at table No. [-], and cultivate yourself. The metabolism is indeed a bit fast, and the temperament is also discharged quickly.

It was the exciting part, Xiaoqing opened and closed her mouth and began to 'strike up a conversation'.

At critical moments, it's a good show.

(End of this chapter)