9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

Song Qingcheng some do not believe, "they are not to sweat?"

"Several bosses said that they just came to play cards." The landlady picked an eyebrow and gave her a reassuring look.

"Good." Song Qingcheng nodded at ease.

When song Qingcheng sent the tea to her, they really started playing cards, so she was more relieved.

However, it's the first time I've seen someone come here to play cards.

One hour, two hours. Song Qingcheng looked at the time on the wall and left work in half an hour. In case these people are not finished, she may have to delay her shift.

"Waiter, add water, add water!"

Just when song Qingcheng was worried, a rough voice came impatiently.

Song Qingcheng quickly put away his redundant thoughts and went to add water with a kettle.

"What's the matter with you waiter? Dare to be lazy in front of your landlady As soon as she walked past, the man who was shouting just now gave her a lesson.

Song Qingcheng didn't say a word, so he quietly filled his cup with water.

Every five minutes, she inspected the table and found out who was full of sweat.

"Bring me the cup."

As soon as song Qingcheng was about to leave, the man began to command her again.

Song Qingcheng hesitated a little. For the sake of his bad mood, he didn't care with him. Song Qingcheng put down the kettle and took the cup from the table.

"Oh, you want to burn me to death!" As soon as the man touched the cup, he pushed it out and spilled a glass of water on Song Qingcheng's hand.

Just add hot water, song Qingcheng snow-white hand, suddenly red up.

She frowned, bit her lip and held back from dropping the cup.

The landlady was surprised. She saw song Qingcheng's red hand, and her eyebrows were wrinkled. But in front of the distinguished guests, she can't face her employees.

The landlady quickly sat down beside the angry man, put her arm on the man's shoulder, accompanied by a smiling face, "Mr. Yang, don't be angry. I'll get another waiter right away. "

"No, let her be here tonight." The man didn't feel sorry at all, but he was even more unreasonable.

The smile on the landlady's face was slightly stiff, and she glanced at Song Qingcheng subconsciously.

Song Qingcheng put the teacup back on the table. When she met this kind of thing, she naturally didn't have a good expression, and her voice was cold, "don't mean it, I'm off work."

Then she turned and left.

"Stop!" The man clapped the table and stood up.

Song Qingcheng knew that she had angered the man, so she was ready to be quarreled.

"Madame, are you in charge of your employees or not? If you can't manage it, I'll manage it for you tonight. " While the man was talking, he lifted his sleeve and came out of the sofa.

Seeing that things were not good, the landlady quickly came over and took the man's hand and said, "Oh, Mr. Yang, you're such a big official. Don't have the same understanding with an ignorant waiter. In this way, I'll ask her to apologize to you now. Please calm down. I'll take care of all the expenses tonight. "

As the landlady said, the slender jade hand gently swung in the man's chest, making him smooth.

When the man heard that he could get rid of the bill tonight, he was relieved. After all, it's my treat tonight, and I've lost so much money just now, so I'm back home.

"Qing Cheng, don't you come and make an apology to general manager Yang." When the landlady talks to song Qingcheng, it has become the tone of command.

Song Qingcheng is angry in her heart, but she is also sorry that she has lost a lot of income because she is here with a smiling face.

She turned slowly and looked at the man.

Standing there with head high, waiting for song Qingcheng to apologize to him.

But song Qingcheng did not immediately go to apologize. The landlady on one side was winking at her, and a pair of eyes would be pulled out.

Song Qingcheng knows that she can't embarrass the landlady. Although she doesn't blame herself for this, it's still her own fault after all.

She took a deep breath, walked over and said, "I'm sorry."

"Mind your attitude. Do you feel like you're apologizing?" Men find fault.

"Please demonstrate it to Mr. Yang." Song Qingcheng's tone became better, and slightly raised his lips, with a faint smile on his face.

This kind of her, on the contrary, makes people not angry.

General manager Yang's eyes were angry, and the corners of his mouth smoked fiercely.

"Mr. Yang, it's rare for us to come out together for entertainment. Why do you have to go with a waiter to see the truth? It's too damaging for your identity." It's Lu Youlin who comes out to make it right.

"That's right. Mr. Yang, Mr. Lu is in a good mood today. He said that he would spend all the money he won. If you make such a fuss, we can't play any more tonight." Together, there are also people talking.As soon as the landlady heard this, her eyes lit up. "Ouch, Mr. Lu has just won more than 100000 yuan. We must have fun tonight. If we don't play for nothing, we can have any service we want."

If these hundred thousand can be smashed at her, it will make a lot of money. The landlady pinched the man beside him and gave him a coquettish look.

General manager Yang saw that everyone came forward to speak, so he didn't care any more. He glared at Song Qingcheng and snorted angrily.

Everyone went back to the sofa to continue playing cards, and song Qingcheng was about to get off work, but these obviously did not mean to leave.

When she was carrying the kettle to add water, she looked at the landlady several times, hoping that she could go down and rearrange a waiter. But the landlady tried to coax Mr. Yang and ignored her.

As time went by, song Qingcheng was worried.

There are still ten minutes to the last bus. If she doesn't leave, she may not be able to catch up.

When the landlady goes to the bathroom, song Qingcheng finally catches the chance to follow her. She doesn't speak, and the landlady knows her intention.

"Qing Cheng, you may be wronged tonight. You can work extra shifts here. I'll send a car to take you back later, or I'll refund your taxi fare." The landlady first took her hand and said in a good voice.

"But I have classes tomorrow. I can't be too late." Just now, the landlady was embarrassed. Song Qingcheng was really embarrassed to refuse again.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't delay you too long, one hour at most. I'll give you 200 yuan for this hour. "

"No, I have to be home by eleven." Or she'll have to sleep on the road.