Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Qu Wu had a sarcastic exchange with the female assistant who was fiddling with the coffee machine at the bar.

After a little delay, she came back with the prepared honey water.

Before he got close, he saw the male actor holding a camera and pointing it at Ye Kong's back, mumbling something.

Qu Wu's pupils shrank slightly, and he was about to rush over, but before he got close, he saw someone stopping him first.

"Isn't it not good for you to take pictures of others like this?"

The man in the baseball cap stood in front of Luo Han and glanced at the camera in his hand.

Luo Han, who had been nice to Qu Wu just now, now had a bad face towards him. He looked at him and sneered, "Mr. Le, when did you become so nosy? Aren't you the type who turns a deaf ear to the outside world and only cares about his dream of becoming an actress? You turned a blind eye when a rich woman fell in front of you before. What's wrong? Do you only like the poor people of the same level as yourself? Then your hobbies are quite unique."

"…I just think you should at least ask for other people's permission."

"Okay!" Luo Han said in a long tone, looking extremely helpless, "I'll go ask the waitress for her opinion, okay?"

He was still holding the camera while speaking. This time he walked around the man and went straight towards Ye Kong's back, but was stopped by Qu Wu who arrived in time.

Qu Wu first placed the cup within Ye Kong's reach, then stood up and looked directly at the man, his eyes cold and he said, "Mr. Luo Han, right? Please turn off your camera immediately and delete what you just filmed. When I rented the first floor to you, your crew only asked for the right to use the sofa. Letting you use the coffee machine yourself is already my bottom line. If you want to do something else here - that's another price."

"You decide the price." Luo Han laughed.

But even though he was smiling, his whole body clearly exuded an aura of anger and even rage.

He still held up his camera and tilted his head to signal his third assistant: "Xiao Yang, come here, the store manager said she wants money, bring your wallet."

He turned around and looked at Qu Wu while laughing: "Do you want cash, WeChat transfer or credit card? It's all right. How much do you want? Five thousand is not enough, how about ten thousand? Ten thousand is not enough, I can give you twenty or thirty thousand?"

He laughed louder at the end: "Thirty thousand is not enough? How about I give you fifty thousand?"

"What do you mean 50,000?!" the female assistant who came over from the bar with a cup of Americano asked hastily, "50,000 for just taking a photo? You're simply blackmailing me! Do you have any shame?"

She walked over hurriedly in her high heels and said with disdain, "It's such an honor for your lousy coffee shop to appear in our Brother Han's photo. There will definitely be a steady stream of fans coming to check in. It's lucky enough that we didn't ask you for money, but you actually want to ask for a huge amount? It turns out that the poorer you are, the greedier you are—"

As she spoke, she glanced at the man in the baseball cap with contempt: "Mr. Le came here so many days earlier than us, and he made friends with him? When something like this happened, instead of standing on the side of his colleagues, he teamed up with this kind of person to extort Brother Han's money? Did he agree to give you half of it?"

The malice in his tone was undisguised.

Qu Wu frowned and pointed at her face: "Shut your stinky mouth. If you say another word, I'll ask you to get out."

"Ah!" The woman screamed and looked at her in disbelief, "You cursed? What a rude bitch! Besides, you're just a store manager, not the boss! If your boss knew that you turned away a business worth 50,000, would he still let you be the store manager?"

"..." Qu Wu's forehead twitched, and he quickly glanced at Ye Kong behind him, and found that the girl's hands, which had been painting non-stop, had stopped at some point and were just hanging in the air motionless.

Qu Wu's forehead twitched even more violently. The woman in front of her was still chattering. She couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed her hand to make her shut up. However, before she touched her, the woman screamed again as if she had been slapped, and splashed the coffee in her hand at her.

wow-

Qu Wu: ...

The coffee splashed all over her face.

The mask was soaked, and water flowed down her face from inside the mask, over her neck, and soaked her clothes.

And the woman was still screaming at her: "You still want to do it? You are crazy! We are going to expose you!"

Qu Wu: ...

There was a soft snap, and something made of plastic was placed on the ground.

The voice came from behind.

Qu Wu, who was on the verge of exploding, suddenly froze when he heard the noise, and did not move at all.

The female assistant in front of her thought she was scared and said to Luo Han, "Brother Han, don't forget to take pictures. We came here to rest. The crew didn't pay us, but we were blackmailed and insulted by this inexplicable store manager. In the end, she even wanted to take action. How can such a high-end school like Yushan University allow such a person to open a store?"

"Okay, you should stop talking." Luo Han said this, but he still didn't put down the camera. He glanced at Qu Wu, whose hair was covered with coffee, and said casually, "I'm sorry that my assistant is a little impatient, but it was because you cursed and started fighting first. If necessary, I can also compensate you for your clothes."

Then, as the assistant was praising him, "Brother Han, you are such a nice person," he focused his eyes on the man in the baseball cap who had some coffee spilled on his shoulders: "Mr. Le."

His tone became much more serious - the slightly contemptuous smile in his words was also very serious: "Do you also need me to compensate you for the clothes? After all, I heard that you are very short of money recently, and you even asked the producer to advance part of your salary, right? Since it is so difficult, why bother to meddle in other people's business? Look, isn't this a loss..."

Before he could finish his words, his attention was suddenly attracted by something and his gaze involuntarily shifted to the window.

It was the girl who had been drawing and standing there like a background board who moved.

She stood up at some point and was now taking off her headphones and turning around, revealing a pretty face that was white, clear and cold.

Luo Han was slightly stunned, and the camera moved over subconsciously. His body seemed to be triggered by his acting instinct, and a smile appeared on his face: "Look what I found? A college student who is still working hard on painting in the middle of the night? Is he a part-time worker? He is as miserable as us actors who have to shoot in the middle of the night..."

As he spoke, the girl walked over.

Qu Wu didn't dare to look back.

All he heard was the footsteps stopping behind him, followed by the girl's even voice: "The coffee spilled on my painting."

Qu Wu: ...

The two big black and white words "finished" hit Qu Wu's heart heavily.