Broken Love: Satan,Leave Me Alone

"Why?"

Zhou Miao seems to be a little confused. She and Xiang Wan came to the dream club for about half a month. After getting along with each other for half a month, she felt that Xiangwan was good-looking and had a good temper. Such a person would be happy wherever he went.

However, the front desk manager was against her everywhere. Either she was not allowed to rest and change shifts, or she was asked to deal with vomit from drunken guests. For more than half a month, she was hardly given a good face.

In this way, in the evening, however, they looked as though they were being slaughtered by others, and they all accepted the orders one by one.

"I don't have any money. I can eat and live here." At night, he released his hand, raised his head and forced a smile: "besides, I can't find any other job."

Zhou Miao didn't know what he was thinking, so he stopped talking.

Knowing that she has no backbone, no one will look down on her, but she doesn't care. The biggest shareholder behind the dream club is he Hanchuan. He knows everything she does and says here.

She can tolerate anything. She is just worried that he Hanchuan will really fight against his family. It was her unfilial duty to implicate Xiang home in those years. Now she just wants to make herself less provocative.

Not far away, two limited edition sports cars stopped on the square in front of the club. There were three men and two women on and off the car. The parking driver drove the car far away, and the few people walked towards the hall with laughter and talking.

He took back his hand in the evening, put on a standard smile, and when those people approached, he bowed in a hurry, "Hello, welcome to dreamland..."

A group of rich second-generation people who are looking for fun, naturally no one pays attention to the young lady who greets the guests, and happily gets on the elevator.

The woman at the bottom of the line passed by the late morning, but suddenly stopped. Then, she looked at her with her head down and twisted her eyebrows, and asked in an uncertain low voice, "towards the evening?"

Late Leng Leng Leng, subconsciously raised a head, see is a somewhat familiar face, but she did not remember who.

When the woman saw her stupidity, she showed a meaningful smile on her delicate face: "it's really you. It's strange that your sentence will be full so soon? If you don't tell your old friend when you're out of prison, I'll connect you. "

After her words, Zhou Miao on one side opened his mouth in amazement. He had thought of this situation in the evening, and his expression remained the same.

But the man would not let her go so easily.

He looked at her with his hands in his chest and said with a sneer, "one night, how can you become such a ghost? Is it hard to live in prison?"

At night, she pursed her lips and didn't speak. She even kept smiling.

The woman felt as if she was punching on the cotton. Finally, she was a little nervous. She frowned, and her voice began to be sharp. "When is the recruitment standard of dream club so low, it's OK to find a woman who has attempted to kill someone to welcome her. What's the attitude of the guests if they don't talk to each other? What about your manager... "

"Song Qiao, what are you doing?"

A low voice interrupted the woman's words. She turned her head towards the evening and watched the man approach. Her memory finally became clear.

It turned out to be him

I didn't expect to meet Jiang Qifeng in this situation.

When she was in prison, the only person who had visited her was him.

However, his visit is probably with hatred. He is Jiang qingran's brother, a woman who nearly killed his sister. How can he be calm.

"Ah Feng, you finally come. Guess who I saw?"

Naturally, Jiang Qifeng also saw the evening. There was an invisible look in his eyes. Undoubtedly, the change in the evening was huge. He frowned. For a moment, he came to her with a light voice, "when did you come out?"

"Half a month ago."

Her calm, let him a little surprised, a head down touched her face shallow scar, chest as if by what rub, some stuffy, can't help but move his eyes, "very good, since free again, live well."

"Thank you."

Song Qiao didn't expect Jiang Qifeng to be so simple and let go of the evening. His face suddenly became ugly.

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