Soldier King' s Fresh Wife: Mr.Tang, You're so Sweet

After returning to the bar, ye ran was called to the manager's office.

"Manager, are you looking for me?"

Ye ran humbly bowed to the manager sitting behind the desk.

She skipped work the next day. I don't know what the manager is going to do with her.

"Well, you don't have to come tomorrow..."

what???

Ye ran looked up at the manager in amazement.

Is that what you mean to fire her? Was it inspired by Tang jingnian?

Just now she just joked with him. Is this man too stingy? Didn't you just light his hemp acupoint, as for public and private revenge?

Seeing her reaction, the manager knew that she had misunderstood and hurriedly added the second half of the sentence, "don't misunderstand, it's our bar that carries out equipment maintenance and has a three-day holiday. The salary for these days is paid as usual. Don't worry."

Equipment maintenance?

Hearing the manager's explanation, ye ran couldn't help chatting up. She was just stingy and thought Tang jingnian was doing something.

Someone who was driving home suddenly sneezed.

It's just why the equipment needs to be maintained all of a sudden. It seems a little far fetched. Ye ran thinks suspiciously.

There shouldn't be anything else in the middle?

The manager was on pins and needles by her sharp eyes. He coughed guilty and said, "well, pack up and go home and have a rest. See you in three days."

Then he lowered his head to deal with the documents in hand.

Seeing that the manager deliberately avoided his questions, ye ran couldn't ask again.

Politely thanked the manager and walked out of the manager's office.

Back in the lounge, after changing clothes, ye ran left the bar.

Walking on the road, my heart is a hundred turns and a thousand turns. These three-day holidays are definitely not simple. Is it related to that thing?

Thinking of this, ye ran took out the phone, found out Wen xiaorou's phone and dialed it, but the line was busy.

After a while, no one answered. Maybe the criminal police team worked overtime again. Ye ran thought so.

Finally, I had to edit a wechat and send it.

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The next morning, ye ran was bombed by a telephone ring.

He rubbed his painful forehead, stretched his arm and took the mobile phone from the bedside table.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the position of the window. The sky outside the window had just turned green. I estimated that the current time was less than four o'clock.

So early, you don't have to know who bombed her.

Try to open your stiff eyelids, sit up from the quilt and lean against the head of the bed.

As soon as she opened the answer button, Wen xiaorou's slightly tired voice came over: "what's the matter with the three-day holiday of Shengshi Haoting in your wechat?"

Ye Ran's head still had some paste, and the voice of his mouth was filled with the dull laziness of just waking up, "I don't know..."

Then, ye ran said about what happened yesterday, "why didn't you say that the boss of Shengshi Haoting was Tang jingnian?"

Wen xiaorou at the other end smiled maliciously, "you didn't ask."

Ye ran hummed twice and ignored her. "I think it's not easy. You'd better check it."

Wen xiaorou also straightened up when she heard the speech. "Well, there's something strange. How's your side? Did you get anything?"

Ye ran lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He came to the living room and took a glass of water. After drinking, he replied, "no, he didn't come this Friday. I still want to ask? Is your information wrong?"

At the moment when ye Ran's voice just fell, Wen xiaorou at the other end of the phone seemed to have encountered some unexpected situation. He hurriedly said something to Ye ran and hung up after talking back.