Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

The female designer sobbed and half knelt down on the ground, picking up things with her hands. The room was quiet, only her sobs could be heard. She did not dare to cry loudly. She wiped her tears and knelt down on the ground to clean up.

Although others sympathize with her experience, no one dares to stand out for her. They can only act as if they can't see her. They surround Chu Xi and tidy her clothes

There were many guests in the lobby downstairs. They were chatting and laughing. Suddenly, someone in the crowd made a cry of surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to. I'll get you some paper right away. "

Jian Yao's face turns blue and she is carrying her skirt which is wet with wine stains. She stares at the woman who wants to help her wipe her skirt.

The middle-aged woman was yellow and thin, with fine lines on her eyes and eyebrows. She looked like she was more than 50 years old. She was dressed in the clothes of a waiter and was at a loss to wipe off the excess wine with the towel she was wearing. Because she was too nervous, her neatly combed hair slipped down two, and her silver gray hair was weak. She is so flustered, regardless of the dignity of life, crawling to pick up the pieces, for fear of irritating the guests.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

However, several girls around Jian Yao said to her like looking at garbage, "what's the matter?"

"Ah, why is your skirt dirty. This is Chanel's new autumn model. It's very expensive. "

"How do I know? As soon as I was standing here, she suddenly ran into me, and the wine spilled out of my hand before I could stand still. Bad luck

"Who is this woman, the hotel waiter?"

"It looks like the cleaning aunt who is in charge of cleaning."

"That's the hotel man, too. Let their manager come. Their people have soiled this expensive skirt. Of course they should pay for it! "

The middle-aged woman heard the chattering conversation of several people. She looked up in panic and begged helplessly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to bump into you. Would you mind not telling the manager? The manager will fire me when he knows. "

She muttered, "this skirt, I, I can take it back to wash and return it to you. I'm really sorry."

Where can she afford to pay for other people's skirt? Besides, she just heard that this skirt is very expensive. It seems to be a famous luxury brand, which she can't afford in her life.

"What are you doing?" Jian Yao shakes off her hand, her face is livid, as if she had touched something dirty, "don't touch me, OK?"

The middle-aged woman was thrown away and staggered. She didn't dare to make her angry. She hung her head and apologized, "I'm sorry."

Jianyao is not happy, pull skirt for a long time, or smelly face is not happy.

As like as two peas, she asked her, "I can wash the skirt, and wash it as it was. Please, don't ask our manager to let me pay for it."

She knew her request was shameless and cheeky, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't afford it.

"I, I just wanted to find my daughter. I didn't notice you standing there. I'm really sorry."

The people beside Jian Yao noticed her words, raised their ears and looked at her suspiciously, "is your daughter here, too?"

"You're kidding. How could the daughter of cleaning lady come here. Today is miss Chuxi's birthday party. We all come with our boss. "

"They don't say that their daughter is a guest. Maybe her daughter is a waiter here."

"So it is."