Engaged to a wealthy boss after being scum

After waking up this morning, Su Chi didn't dare to talk to Wen Yanting, for fear of being caught by the other party for running away last night.

Su Chi stood at the door of the balcony, feeling extremely guilty.

"Finally you're willing to talk to me?" Wen Yanting wasn't aggressive, but he could still hear the questioning tone.

"Yeah." Su Chi buried his head low, looking aggrieved, with his hands in the front pockets of his apron.

Su Chi has been very obedient since he was a child, and basically never did anything outside the rules.Since getting to know Wen Yanting, I have done many exciting things, especially after participating in this program.

"Here." Wen Yanting handed him the sandwich in his hand.Seeing that Su Chi didn't eat much in the morning, he was worried that he would be hungry halfway, so he gave him extra meals in advance.

"Thank you, Uncle Wen."

It was the tuna egg sandwich that he had been thinking about for the past two days. Su Chi took it excitedly and was about to bite it.

Wen Yanting held his arm, "Don't you need to thank me?"

The other party didn't need to keep reminding, Su Chi just looked into his eyes to understand.

The roots of his ears were hot, and he bit his lower lip, "Why does Uncle Wen always bully me?"

"I blame you for being too cute." Wen Yanting slightly bowed his body, smiled and looked at Su Chi at the same level, "So, are you really going to thank me?"

The hot air spread from the ears to the neck, Su Chi looked left and right to make sure there was no third person around, he let out a long breath, turned his head, and lightly pecked the corner of Wen Yanting's mouth, it was warm and soft.

Wen Yanting's smile curved along the kissed area, "Okay, eat quickly."

He unscrewed the cap of a bottle of lemonade and put it in front of Su Chi's bib, "You eat first, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients."

"Yeah." Su Chi took a big bite of the sandwich and nodded with satisfaction.

"The baking soda disappeared for 5 minutes."

"The guests are gone and you don't look for them?"

"Can't you go to the bathroom and take a break?"

"I'm afraid he will be tricked by bad men."

Although Wen Yanting told him not to worry, other guests were busy, and Su Chi couldn't hide here to eat by himself.He quickly finished his sandwich, drank half a bottle of lemonade in one gulp, and hurried out.

"The target appeared and came out of the kitchen."

"Both the stolen goods and the egg paste at the corner of his mouth."

"Report, someone stole it."

"Baby, just tell me when you're hungry, why hide and eat."

"Little late."

"Huh?" Su Chi turned his head, it was Wen Yanting calling him.

"Come here." Wen Yanting waved.

"What's the matter?" Su Chi, not knowing why, walked in his direction.

The latter didn't speak, just took out a tissue and wiped the corner of Su Chi's mouth, "Okay."

Su Chi looked at the marks left on the clean paper towel, and rubbed himself again, "Thank you."

"Stealing has been discovered."

"Look at those who wronged the child, eat it for you."

When Su Chi came to the front hall, he checked the time. It was 10 minutes before the opening of the store. He browsed the menu and prices again.

"It's eleven o'clock, open the door!"

"I don't know which country the first batch of people came from?"

Chinatown is located in a bustling area, even on weekdays, there is a lot of traffic.

Ten minutes after opening the door, they ushered in their first guests, a newlywed Chinese couple on a tour.

The girl is Lin Xihan's fan, she was so excited when she saw him.

"There are still fans of Lin Xihan these days."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't say a few words, Lin has a lot of hairy legs."

The couple is Chinese, making communication easy.During the ordering process, it was Lin Xihan who served him.

I heard that choosing specific dishes can reap an idol-like show, and the girl struggled for 10 minutes on several dishes involving Lin Xihan's performance.

"Sister, what are you struggling with? Don't these dishes all have the same show?"

"Haha Lin Xihan can only do one dance."

"How did he rely on a dancing fire?"

It was approaching noon, and the number of guests increased one after another. Su Chi was calling an American couple to order food, and Lin Xihan started dancing and shouting.

Su Chi saw that Lin Xihan was sweating profusely, while the customer opposite was very anxious.

After entertaining his guests, he came to Lin Xihan's side and said to the two middle-aged men in English, "Hi, may I help you."

"We are asking if you have Peking duck here?"

"some."

"Oh God, I'm so lucky to meet someone who can speak English." The foreign man pointed at Lin Xihan, "Your colleague doesn't understand what I'm talking about."

"Please don't hire idiots as waiters in the future."

Su Chi glanced at Lin Xihan who was beside him in a daze. He still had an inexplicable smile on his face, apparently unaware that the other party was scolding him.

Su Chi no longer wanted to think about why Lin Xihan, who grew up abroad, couldn't understand what foreigners said, but they had just mentioned the word Peking duck when they were together, and they forgot it in less than half an hour?

"Laughing to death, foreigners call him an idiot, Lin still smiles with them."

"Why don't you let him help in the back kitchen, I can't stand it anymore."

Probably because he realized that he was not good at English, Lin Xihan stopped coming forward and changed to serving dishes.

The three dark-skinned guests at table four ordered a cold dish, and Lin Xihan put it on a plate.Unexpectedly, the sleeves of his Hanfu were too long, so he knocked over the sliced ​​soft-shelled turtles that were placed on the table as decorations.

"ohfu.ck!" Turtle flakes scattered all over the bald black man.

"S, sorry, sorry." Lin Xihan kept bowing in a hurry.

"Fuck, foreigners are disgusting."

"It was Lin Xihan who made the mistake first."

"Blame him for insisting on wearing Hanfu."

The restaurant prepared some clothes for them that fit the theme of the restaurant. Su Chi and Pei Yang chose mandarin jackets, which were more convenient. Only Lin Xihan insisted on wearing the beautiful but complicated Hanfu.

Hearing the sound, Su Chi rushed over and asked the ins and outs of the matter in English.He apologized to the guests and said the meal would be free.

Obviously these few black people are not easy to mess with, especially after seeing that they are recording a program, they intensified.

The bald man picked up the dry turtle slices scattered on the table and said: "You will only take this useless waste as a treasure, stupid Chinese."

Su Chi, who greeted us with a smile, suddenly turned cold, "Sir, it was our mistake to knock over the cup, and we should apologize to you, but this is definitely not a reason for you to insult our motherland."

"In the eyes of us Chinese, even such an insignificant piece of soft-shelled turtle can have a very big effect."

"Fool!"

"Good Susu, you should scold him!"

The bald man didn't take Su Chi's words seriously, he took the turtle slices and bounced them back, "What can this piece of junk be used for?"

"First of all, this is a traditional Chinese medicine. It has the functions of clearing away heat and relieving wind, nourishing the liver and protecting the viscera. It has a miraculous effect on madmen who are making a lot of noise."

"Haha Su Chi was mocking him, that idiot didn't realize it."

"Fuck, keep scolding him!"

"Secondly, combined with other things, it can even play a beautiful melody."

"Melody?" The bald man grabbed half a handful of soft-shelled turtles and laughed with his companions, "This Chinese man said that this thing can play melodies?"

"Hahaha, stupid Chinese!"

"Since the gentlemen don't believe it." Su Chi still had a stern expression, "Are you interested in listening?"

"Grass, Su Chi is good"

"very handsome."

The three men looked at each other, and the bald man whistled, "Okay."

"Wait a minute." Su Chi casually grabbed a handful of soft-shelled turtles, went to the front desk to get adhesive tape, and wrapped it around his nails.

"Is there really no problem?" Pei Yang was rarely worried, "If it doesn't work, ask the program crew to stop shooting first."

What Pei Yang couldn't understand was why Su Chi insisted on playing music for these people. These foreigners were not worthy at all.

"No problem." Su Chi said softly to Pei Yang, "Go to the police."

"Call the police?" Although these people are scoundrels, so far, they haven't reached the point where they need to see the police.

Su Chi approached him and lowered his voice again, "They carry control knives."

Of course Su Chi wasn't interested in playing music for these rascals, but he saw a few of them with daggers in their pockets.

This country has extremely strict requirements on knives, and their behavior is enough to be criminally punished.

Su Chi tried his best to delay the time until the police arrived, lest they go out and cause unnecessary harm to other people.

Pei Yang understood and gave him an OK gesture.

"Oh my god, Su Chi is a clever little ghost, right?"

"Help, do you want to continue recording the show? It's so dangerous."

"Everyone stop arguing, I believe Su Chi will be able to solve it."

Su Chi wrapped the turtle slices, sat in front of the guzheng, and tried the tune of the strings. It seemed that the boss often tuned the tune, and the pitch was no problem at all.

After peeling off the strings, the noisy restaurant quieted down. The soft-shelled turtle slices are indeed not as easy to use as the real armor, but they endow some different timbres.

"Ahhh, it sounds so good!"

"Su Chi loves mommy loves you."

"Susu is an angel on earth..."

The melodious sound of the piano not only attracted the attention of customers inside the store, but also customers outside the store.

The bald man who was looking for trouble looked at Su Chi, who was dressed in Chinese clothes and sitting in front of the zither, raised one corner of his mouth, and his eyes began to become meaningful and malicious.

Su Chi ended the track with warm cheers and applause.

Some foreigners said in broken Chinese, "China, awesome!"

"Hahaha, this foreigner understands Chinese dialect very well!"

"Are you sure Niubi is a Chinese dialect?"

Su Chi got up, and walked to the bald head in a calm manner, with arrogance in his politeness, "My friend, what do you think?"

The bald man smiled evilly, "God, that's great!"

"However, your person is more attractive than the things you play." The bald man squinted, and raised his hand to hook Su Chi's chin.

Su Chi had already predicted the other party's obscene movements, and just as he was about to dodge, he was pulled behind him by an external force ahead of time.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Wen Yanting pinched the bald fingertips that were about to pick Su Chi's chin, and bent them in the opposite direction.

And said something to the bald man that was neither Chinese nor English.

It seemed to be Italian, but Su Chi couldn't understand it.

"fu.ckyou!" The bald man's struggling howl attracted more people to stop.

"what's the situation?"

"I heard a click."

"This arc...is the finger broken?"

"B-broken by the overlord?"

The author has something to say: When bad people appear, we should call the police and deal with it. Uncle Wen’s behavior is wrong, but he is too angry. Please forgive him!

(A trembling desire to survive.)