The rich and the cold play love: the stupid maid

Chapter 11
"Go and tell him, if you don't let An Qianqian go, I will tell him to die."

"Yes, yes, yes." The waiter foolishly, under the signal of the supervisor's frightened eyes, ran away again and again, almost staggered and fell to the ground.

The supervisor looked at such a worthless waiter, and couldn't help saying: "It's really useless..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt Feng Zhanyi's cold eyes glance at him, and he was so frightened that he choked on the words that followed.

"Go and have a look and let me know if something happens."

He said something to the bodyguard beside him, and entered the private room with the rest of the people. All his friends had already arrived, waiting for his appearance.

"Young Master Feng, you are finally here."

"Late again."

"Long time no see, you are still the same, you haven't changed at all."

……

Seeing his kind buddies talking to him one by one, Feng Zhanyi smiled again and again and apologized and said:

"I'm late, I'll punish myself with three cups first."

After finishing speaking, he raised the wine glass on the table and drank it with a gurgle. He was here, but his heart drifted away with that woman.

Seeing that she was about to be tied into the elevator, An Qianqian even wanted to die. She would rather die than keep her innocence.

For some reason, a thought popped into her mind.

If I had agreed to Feng Zhanyi's conditions, I wouldn't have ended up like this. Why would my life be so rough?

"Hi, Young Master Feng wants me to bring you something?"

A waiter suddenly appeared in front of An Qianqian and the others, and she seemed to see hope.

But he felt hopeless again, until he said such a sentence, could he be saved?

"Young Master Feng? You mean the young master of Feng's chaebol?"

Wang Kun became a little nervous, how could he get in touch with such a mythical figure, and then asked, "What...what are you talking about?"

"He said that anyone who dares to touch An Qianqian will make that life worse than death."

The waiter seemed to rely on the support of Young Master Feng's, so he spoke with a lot more confidence, and even added fuel to it.

The two people who supported An Qianqian immediately let go of their hands in fright, and she slumped on the ground, feeling weak all over, as if the yelling and struggling just now had consumed too much of her strength.

Wang Kun was so frightened that he immediately trembled all over, and said incoherently there:

"This... this... hurry... let's go..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person immediately disappeared in fright, and the other two also stumbled away, as if they had seen a ghost.

An Qianqian sat softly on the ground and watched the waiter who sent the message leave. Although she was in a mess all over her body, she still felt a lot of relief, especially in such an empty environment.

"Mother……"

She suddenly thought of her dead mother, and cried there sadly and frightened.

I don't know how many more nightmares will come again?
She didn't want to live such a life of being teased by others, and she was miserable.

"Master..."

The bodyguard who was sent to observe whispered something in Feng Zhanyi's ear, and saw that his expression became more natural.

All the people in the private room were singing songs to their heart's content, his eyebrows stretched a lot, and his eyes swept to the door not far away.

There stood a thin woman with long hair, standing there for a long time, as if hesitating whether she should come in or not.

(End of this chapter)