Chapter 19 A Slap in the Face (3)

"Crack!"

Song Xiaofei's extremely handsome face suddenly had five clear finger prints.

Song Xiaofei probably didn't expect that Hua Xiangrong would be so bold that he would hit him with his hands. He was stunned for a while before he realized that he stretched out his hand to cover his face and jumped violently: "Damn motherfucker, you dare to hit me?"

Hua Xiangrong was not afraid of him at all, and jumped violently, she even jumped higher than Song Xiaofei, and her voice was several decibels higher than Song Xiaofei: "Why don't I dare to hit you? What kind of heart, what kind of belly, actually insulted my personality! Song Xiaofei, I hit you like this, I hit you with amnesia, and I can’t remember anything. That’s not counting, I finally found a job work, but you want to fire me. What do you mean by that?"

Song Xiaofei sneered: "It's a joke! If you didn't have a purpose, some kind of plan, why would you come to our Song family to work as a worker for no reason?" Song Xiaofei said again: "I didn't deny it, I hurt you, I didn't hurt you Have you been sent to the hospital? Didn’t I pay you all the expenses for your hospitalization? In the end I also gave you 30 in compensation. If you keep yourself safe, this 30 is enough for a poor ghost like you to eat for a long time Yes! You will have to earn at least ten years as a worker here to earn enough money!"

Hua Xiangrong glared at him, her head buzzing.

It's good that she's poor, but what purpose does she have?Hua Xiangrong never imagined that Song Xiaofei, a despicable person, would slander and slander her so wantonly.

Oh yes, checks!That 30 check!Song Xiaofei didn't say anything, Hua Xiangrong almost forgot that he had this check.

Hua Xiangrong angrily removed her backpack, rummaged through it for a long time, and finally poured out the contents in a "squeaky" manner, and finally found it in clothes, napkins, mirrors, combs, among a lot of messy things , find the crumpled check.Hua Xiangrong took the check and threw it viciously at Song Xiaofei's face. The check passed Song Xiaofei's face and fell to the ground.

Hua Xiangrong said contemptuously: "Who cares about your 30 yuan? I don't need your money even if I go to the street to beg! I'm returning the check to you now, I don't owe you anything!"

(End of this chapter)

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