Revenge of the Reborn Boss

Wen Ruoxi.

He came alone?Why sit by the window and drink so low-key?Bad mood?How come here?Questions came one after another.Song Huailan couldn't bear all the baseness that came from him, so he slapped himself hard and forced himself to calm down.

Lian Rong was obviously stunned by this self-abuse, and asked him a little puzzled, "What's wrong with you, small town."

Song Huailan blushed half of her face, and grinned: "Hehe, I remember...a dog I raised before."

"What happened to the dog?"

"He was very disobedient, I was nice to him but he bit me. I was very angry, but I was still hesitant to send him to the slaughterhouse."

"Oh, it's a trivial matter. Animals are inherently inhuman, why are you so demanding." Song Huailan nodded, and suddenly felt that it would be great if Wen Ruoxi was just a dog.

"Come on, come and continue after you have rested, and let me be lazy for a while."

"kindness."

Compared to restaurants with people coming and going, Wen Ruoxi's table was considered the most deserted, but it didn't take long for the depressing silence to be broken.A man with a happy face opened the chair opposite Wen Ruoxi, and the two nodded familiarly, and clinked glasses tacitly.

It was the man I saw last time.

The same is ordinary, the same is not pleasing to the eye.

Song Huailan seemed to have been slapped again, and became irritable again.Sure enough, he couldn't stand it, no matter whether he died once or not, he couldn't stand him being with other men, it was a perverted excessive possessiveness.He looked at the man who was like an enemy, forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, and despised that man's mediocre appearance, not even half of his own back then.

He watched quietly in the dark, but the movement of carving carrots in his hand didn't stop at all, like a paranoid, carefully hiding in the dark, peeping at a world that didn't belong to him.The two had questions and answers, sometimes they laughed loudly, sometimes they fell silent, until Wen Ruoxi leaned against the glass with a sad face, and the man sat beside him and patted his face back.

Song Huailan got hotheaded again, and angrily snatched the plate that the waiter was about to deliver, casually threw a rabbit-shaped radish into it, and said to him, "I'll serve this plate for you." He slammed the plate on Wen Ruoxi's desk.

"Killing someone and pretending to be fine, and fooling the police to be self-satisfied every day, isn't this kind of person really not flustered?" The question was blurted out, but it attracted a lot of embarrassing comments.The innocent waiter was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, and he stood by the side, helpless.

Song Huailan stood up straight, but Wen Ruoxi's expression didn't change at all, she just looked at him with a little puzzlement.His eyes were a little scrutinized. This person was very familiar, but he suddenly couldn't remember where he had seen him.He has a mild appearance disorder, especially to the unattractive kind. (not at all slight...)

Song Huailan obviously forgot everything angrily, lost all reason, and never thought about being an apprentice under Wen Ruoxi at all.I just kept thinking: Sure enough, he didn't feel guilty at all.

"Are you talking about me?" Wen Ruoxi was a little dazed, trying her best to search for information about this person in her mind, as if she had some impression...

All the blood was poured into ice water, and Song Huailan really didn't have the strength to vent it.It's impossible for him to look guilty.Wen Ruoxi wished for him to die, how could she feel uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," Song Huailan bowed towards them and left slowly.

"Wait a minute." His arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and when he looked back, he couldn't help being stunned.

Wen Ruoxi grabbed his arm, with a slightly anxious expression: "Who are you talking to? Or do you have other intentions?"

"No, I was just joking, because I lost a bet with someone else. I'm sorry to bother you."

"You look familiar." Wen Ruoxi grabbed him relentlessly.

"Really? But I don't know you."

"..."

*****

"You two guys, are you here to cause damage? You didn't carve a few radishes, but you scared away a bunch of customers, so hurry up and leave."

The supervisor threw the two out of the door angrily, and the sudden cold weather made them tremble.

Song Huailan looked at Lian Rong annoyed, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Lian Rong sighed: "It's okay, friends don't talk about these things." He rubbed his face and said, "It's so cold, why don't you go drink some soup."

Song Huailan nodded: "Okay, I'll treat you."

Lian Rong put his arms around his shoulders: "Yes, I should invite you. Oh, my carrot money, it's gone like this."

"..."

In the slightly autumnal weather, sitting in a halal shop and drinking a bowl of beef offal soup is nothing more than a pleasant thing.At first Song Huailan insisted on drinking haggis soup, but Lian Rong stopped when he saw that the price was almost half higher: "Forget it, drinking a bowl of haggis soup is already very good. Today we didn't earn a penny, but we want to eat it." It’s not a good deal to post 30 yuan to go out, and haggis soup is more expensive, so let’s forget it, three days’ meals.”

Song Huailan originally wanted to say, it doesn't matter, this is my treat, he has always been used to being rich and powerful.However, now that he is in the small town of Chi, he doesn't have much capital to spend extravagantly, so he gave up.

"A bowl of beef offal soup is a small compensation."

Lian Rong smiled and nodded.

The beef offal soup from Halal Shop is very good. The appropriate amount of coriander hides the smell of beef. It tastes so fragrant and hot, as if the whole body is warmed up together.

"Thank you Chi Town for the beef offal soup."

It turns out that even if you don't earn wages, you can be so happy.

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Forgive Xiaowen's eyesight, his traits are actually a bit like mine.

People who are not interested can't remember their appearance even if they have spoken a few times.

It's purely lazy words.

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