Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Hearing Mu Nansheng scolding the people on their side, the restaurant manager was slightly stunned, not knowing what to do, so he had to stop. Zhang Yang refused to lose face in front of everyone, especially in front of this **** who beat him. He opened his mouth, feeling a little weaker.

Putting his hands on his stomach again, Zhang Yang lost his arrogance just now, and looked at Ono fiercely.

"Miss Mu, it's not my fault. It's all his fault for not letting me into the restaurant."

"Oh, is that so?" Mu Nansheng looked at Xiao Ye, who was being held by the two waiters, and frowned, "I told you, let him go first?"

The waiter looked at the restaurant manager embarrassed.

The restaurant manager didn't dare to go against the meaning of this little ancestor, and stared slightly, "I still don't listen to this Miss Mu."

The waiter responded quickly and let go of Ono who was bound.

Ono suddenly lost his support and fell heavily on the wall.

Even so, Ono leaned against the wall to prevent himself from falling.

Really stubborn!

After Xiao Ye took a breath, Mu Nansheng's voice was calm, "Tell me the reason for not letting him in."

Ono propped himself on his elbows, his voice was weak and hoarse, "The restaurant stipulates that no one who is dressed in unclean or untidy clothes is allowed to enter the restaurant."

Mu Nansheng looked at the restaurant manager again, "Do you have this rule?"

The restaurant manager couldn't figure out what the little ancestor wanted to do, so he had to answer honestly, "Miss Mu, we do have this rule."

After speaking, the atmosphere fell into silence. Several staff members secretly looked at Zhang Yang's clothes and pouted in disdain.

That being said, I really don't blame the waiter.

Zhang Yang embarrassedly tugged at the clothes that had a hole in it and covered it with his arms. His face was blue and white, which was very exciting.

He swore that he had never experienced such bad luck in his life.

Seeing that things were so deadlocked, passersby stopped and whispered when they saw it. The restaurant manager was worried about affecting the restaurant's business, nodded and smiled, "Miss Mu, although we have this rule. But we didn't expect this gentleman and you It's the relationship with colleagues, and it's because our waiters are too rigid."

"He's new here. If it wasn't for seeing him alone, we wouldn't have hired him for this kind of charitable work. I'll resign him."

Hearing this, Mu Nansheng clearly saw Xiaoye's thin body trembling slightly, his fists clenched, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

A dark light flashed in Mu Nansheng's eyes, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Miss Mu, our restaurant can buy a set of clothes for your colleague for free, so we can make amends for you. Do you think it's okay?"

The restaurant manager bent down and spoke in a good voice, almost kneeling in a respectful manner.

Hearing this favorable condition, Zhang Yang opened the clothes covering the hole, and his eyes flashed with longing.

"Then I want big-name clothes, and I won't wear them if they're not big-name ones."

Zhang Yang hurriedly said, a greedy light flashed in his eyes.

It seems that this injury is also worth it, and I can change to a big name, and I won't suffer in vain.

Ono paused, raised his head and looked at Zhang Yang with disdain.

Zhang Yang clearly saw the ridicule towards him in Xiao Ye's eyes, and this look undoubtedly ripped off his hypocritical fig leaf.

"Manager, take care of your waiter. Since you have already said that you want to compensate me, what if I make a request?"

The manager hated Zhang Yang, this chattering bitch, but with a smile on his face, he pretended to reprimand Ono a few words.

Zhang Yang raised his brows proudly, and even wanted to change to a pair of limited-edition sneakers.

The restaurant manager looked embarrassed, how could money buy these limited-edition sneakers, wouldn't this kill him!

"Have you had enough trouble?" Lin Yiran's usual good-natured temper was ruined by Zhang Yang's rogue, "Nan Sheng is right, you just have to make an inch."

"That's right." Song Yue couldn't get used to it for a long time, and couldn't help but fight for Xiaoye.