Ding, your little fool is online

Although Yuan Xing was unilaterally "intimidated" by this strange person and refused to pay back the money, the stubborn child looked at the 300 yuan and still wanted to pay it back.

Seeing his worried look, Zhang Yue couldn't help but enlighten him: "Yuan Xing, this is what you deserve, it's your salary, how can you give it back?"

Yuan Xing said in a daze, "But my salary is 3000 yuan."

Zhang Yue: "Then I'll raise your salary to three thousand and three!"

Yuan Xing: "But sister Yueyue, this month's salary hasn't been paid yet."

Zhang Yue couldn't help but hold his forehead: "..."

Yuan Xing tilted his head: "?"

"In short, this is your money, don't keep thinking about returning it." Zhang Yue also gave up, "You don't have to give it to me, and then don't bother the guests."

Yuan Xing looked down at the oil stains accidentally splashed on the work clothes, and didn't dare to tell Zhang Yue that he had already harassed that customer, and he harassed that customer twice, even thinking about paying back the money.

but……

Yuan Xing raised his face, squinted his eyes to look at the fluorescent lights in the store, pursed his lips, thought about the half-hour conversation with this kind customer that day, and then looked at the door of the store.

"What are you looking at, Xiao Yuanxing?" Zhang Yue got up and patted his head, "Work hard, I'm going to buy some goods."

"Well, see you, sister Yueyue."

After Yuan Xing watched Zhang Yue leave the store, his eyes were still glued to the door, as if he wanted to see the figure who had talked with him for half an hour.Although he didn't know what that person looked like at all, Yuan Xing just wanted him to appear inexplicably, after all, that person had made a promise to him very solemnly.

Yuan Xing looked at the position at the door of the store, and grasped the oil stain on his clothes.

Will you come?

I still have to pay back...

Yuan Xing didn't know what was in his mind, whether he wanted that person to appear or simply wanted to pay back the money. At present, he couldn't sort out the two emotions, so he simply picked the easiest one to understand, thinking that he wanted to pay back the money .

But it passed, a week passed, and a week passed after the weekend passed. Seeing that this month was coming to an end, Yuan Xing didn't send out the 300 yuan.During this period, he also delivered food, but it was not the order from the number he had dialed.

Yuan Xing looked at the number in the call log, hung his finger on it, hesitated, then turned off the screen and put the phone back, and then took out the phone to look at it after a while, and went back and forth many times, but still did not take a step.

Zhao Jiming, who hadn't been a monster for a long time, suddenly appeared, and Zhang Yue was not here today, probably no one could control him.

He looked at Yuan Xing who was sitting on a small chair in the store, holding a mobile phone all the time, walked up quickly, took out Yuan Xing's mobile phone while he was unprepared, and said in a strange way: "What are you fools holding a mobile phone all the time?"

When Yuan Xing came to his senses, Zhao Jiming had already held Yuan Xing's cell phone high, with a villainous expression on his face: "I've been looking at the cell phone, maybe there is someone I like?"

Yuan Xing didn't quite understand the meaning of Zhao Jiming's words, he was stunned for a moment and then said in a muffled voice: "Zhao, Zhao, Zhao Zhao Jiming, return the phone to me."

Zhao Jiming didn't expect Yuan Xing, a counselor, to call his name. No matter how much he bullied him, he always looked like a doormat.

"Tsk, Zhao, Zhao, Zhao Zhao Jiming, who are you calling?"

Zhao Jiming intensified his efforts to throw Yuan Xing's cell phone into the air, and then caught it, or deliberately shook it a few times before catching it, and showed Yuan Xing as if he was about to break the phone, and then looked at Yuan Xing's eyes up and down He stared at the phone, clenched his hands, with an anxious expression on his face that wanted to cry.

He sneered and said, "You are the only fool who deserves to like others?"

Although there were not many customers in the store, Zhao Jiming's words still attracted the few customers. There were a few tables of customers who were young girls from the nearby dance academy, who were very beautiful.

This aroused Zhao Jiming's desire to express himself. He taunted, "Yuan Xing, how about I sign up for a disabled marathon for you? Let you run ten kilometers sober." Then he threw Yuan Xing's phone up forcefully, and to an unprecedented height.

"Zhao Jiming!"

The sudden increase in volume startled Zhao Jiming and made him miss Yuan Xing's phone. The black plastic case and clear glass screen shattered and the battery fell out.

And this is what Yuan Xing called out.

The frightened Zhao Jiming didn't expect Yuan Xing to have such a side, he looked at the wide-eyed Yuan Xing in front of him, then looked down at the wrecked cellphones all over the floor, his tone was slightly flustered, but he still said harshly: "Damn! To whom are you shouting so loudly? It’s all because of you idiot that I didn’t receive the phone! You deserve it!”

After speaking, he pushed Yuan Xing away, and sneaked into the back kitchen, leaving Yuan Xing and a piece of debris in place, and those whispering.

Children seem to always care about this kind of agreement—just like they care about their elder brother’s promise to buy you the latest mobile phone and take you to play after entering the top ten of the grade, they will always keep it in mind superior.It is of course the best if it is realized, but if the other party breaks promises, they may hold grudges from elementary school to graduate from university.

The promise Yuan Xing got was not something substantive, just a meeting, the person who had talked to him a lot was enough.

Now the phone is broken and the phone number is gone.

Although there are unsatisfactory things everywhere in life, Yuan Xing seldom cries because of such things at work.But this time...

Yuan Xing slowly squatted down, picked up the battery, and brought the pieces together with his hands, while tears fell drop by drop, splashing on the screen pieces.The fluorescent lamp reflected and passed through the teardrops, sending streaks of dazzling light into people's eyes, piercing the eyes as if they were about to cry together.

The crying was not loud, and the whispering voice easily covered it up.

The other clerks looked at Yuan Xing who was squatting on the ground, and seemed to want to go up to help him up, but they were pulled by the colleagues around him, stopped their movements, and went to their own work.

On the way Zhang Yue rushed back, she received complaints from several regular customers.

"Your waiters are too..." The customer hesitated to speak, "Don't hire such people in the future, it will affect people's dining time, and there will be a bunch of people taking pictures in the afternoon, I guess I will post them on the Internet for you."

Zhang Yue was stunned for a moment, but didn't understand this sentence. After several questionings, he learned that Yuan Xing cried for a long time in front of customers after Zhao Jiming broke his cell phone.

Back in the store, Zhao Jiming had already fled. Zhang Yue thought Yuan Xing would hide somewhere, but Yuan Xing sat in the waiting area at the door in a regular manner.

At this moment, most of the customers have entered the store to take their seats, and there are very few customers in the waiting area. Yuan Xing sits by the side, and the little figure with nothing to do looks extremely lonely.

"Yuan Xing." Zhang Yue hurried up, "Are you okay? Where's your phone? How's your phone?"

Yuan Xing had already calmed down after crying, but now he grinned aggrievedly when he saw someone he was familiar with, as if he was about to cry again: "Sister Yueyue... yes, I'm sorry, I caused you trouble..."

"What trouble are you causing?" Zhang Yue said distressedly, "I'm not very busy today, go home and rest, Xiao Yuanxing."

"I, I don't want to go home, Sister Yueyue..." Yuan Xing wiped his eyes and said intermittently, "No one is at home... Still, I have to deduct money..."

Zhang Yue knew that Yuan Xing lived alone, and there must be no one at home when he came out to work, and the reason why Yuan Xing said this was because he didn't want to stay at home alone without saying a word, and he didn't want to be bored watching the sun outside the window eating. With the leftover snacks in the store.

He actually likes working in the store, serving customers, talking to people, and feeling needed by others, even though he is often bullied and pointed at by Zhao Jiming.

Zhang Yue also understood Yuan Xing's thoughts, so he felt even more uncomfortable, and said, "Okay, I won't go home. There are no customers outside, so you can go inside the store, there needs manpower to order food."

"Yeah." Motoko sniffed, held back tears, and obediently went to the store.

The store was extremely noisy, the chatter of customers and the hurried footsteps of employees were intertwined. Usually, Motoko must be actively engaged in work, but today is a bit different.He was in the lively atmosphere, holding the thin phone card in his pocket with his left hand, and suddenly lost his motivation.

It seemed like something was missing that I had been looking forward to.

At Shengxing Technology over there, Wang Yuyang took a visiting partner to go to dinner. The partner came all the way from the northwest of the motherland, and wanted to eat hot pot by name. This small Cuckoo hot pot restaurant.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Yuyang saw Yuan Xing who was stuck in place, the puppy he wanted to pet his head.

From his angle, only a side face can be seen. The little clerk's nose and eye sockets are slightly red, the mole of tears hangs under his eyes, and his mouth is tightly closed. It looks like he just cried. Wearing those white sneakers.

Wang Jianyang pushed his glasses upwards and sighed. It seems that the kid didn't buy candy or shoes with 300 yuan.

"Why did you suddenly sigh?" the partner asked.

"It's nothing." Wang Yuyang led him to Yuan Xing's side, "Catch a lucky little clerk to order food for us and provide one-stop service."

Yuan Xing stood at the same place, his black hair was a little messy, and it was raised up to the sky restlessly after a few rubs, showing a funny sense of symmetry on both sides, which looked like two ears of a puppy, which made people want to rub it Knead.

Looking at the situation in the store, he was a little confused. He didn't know whether to order food for customers or find customers who needed dolls to accompany them to eat.

Suddenly, a gentle force came from the top of his head, gently rubbing his hair.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar face came into Yuan Xing's eyes, the other person frowned, smiling, and his voice was as pleasant as ever: "The little clerk will help me order something?"

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