Sweet and sweet! Mr. Bo is paranoid and hard to control.

Chapter 555 Vomiting

When had Meng Sihan ever been so humiliated? The boss' words clearly showed his contempt for him.

Seeing that the man didn't say anything, the boss snatched the skirt from the little girl and said with disdain, "You look like a decent person, but you can't even afford a skirt, and you still say irresponsible things. As a man, don't you feel ashamed?"

The boss's behavior is no different from that of a shrew.

There was a lot of noise all around, and even if they had an argument, no one would come to watch. After all, people who often go to the night market will inevitably encounter such small scenes several times.

Meng Sihan was already in a bad mood, and now he was bombarded with anger by his boss. Even with the best self-control, he still felt angry.

An Yin looked at the man's extremely sinister expression and quickly turned around, "Meng Sihan, let's go. I'm not buying it."

She tried to comfort him softly, fearing that the man in front of her would cause trouble, but whatever she thought came true.

Meng Sihan's cold eyes were staring straight at the boss. If looks could kill, the boss would have died hundreds of times.

The vendors who can survive in the night market are not weaklings. The boss saw that the man was staring at him, but he exuded a kind of hostility. Coupled with his superior height advantage, he gave people the illusion of being strong and domineering.

The boss was not a pushover. To her, making money was more important. Even though the man in front of her looked difficult to deal with, she still mustered up the courage to add, "Since you can't afford it, just listen to this girl and stay away."

As the boss spoke, she raised her hand and waved the little white dress in her hand.

Meng Sihan was less than a meter away from his boss. Looking at the other's ugly face, coupled with all kinds of smells wafting from afar, made his throat suddenly churn, as he was already feeling uncomfortable.

Before the people present could react, they saw the elegant man bend down, and the next second a bunch of sticky stuff spurted out of his mouth. Coincidentally, the vomit just sprayed onto the skirt and the boss's arm.
"vomit"

It was not until the man bent down and vomited all over the floor again that An Yin finally reacted and quickly took out a few tissues from her bag and handed them to him.

"Meng Sihan, what's wrong with you?"

When people passing by saw the vomit on the ground, they all avoided it. Even the girls who were looking at their skirts in the tent covered their noses and ran away.

The boss was so angry when he saw this that he stood there for a long time before pointing at the two culprits and saying, "You, you have to pay the money."

Meng Sihan's cold and stern face turned pale until he could no longer vomit up the leftovers. Then he picked up the tissue handed to him by the little girl and wiped the corners of his mouth in a panic.

Seeing the worried look from the little girl, he said calmly, "It's okay."

The boss always felt something sticky in her hands, and said to the two of them, "Just wait, whoever leaves will be a grandson." After that, she couldn't wait to throw the white skirt in her hand to the ground, just enough to cover the man's vomit.

Seeing the boss walking into the tent, Meng Sihan followed him in. An Yin was worried about him, so he followed obediently.

When I passed the tent, I saw the boss squatting on the side of the road washing her arms. There happened to be a faucet there, and she kept muttering to herself.

"What day is today? I thought I met two gods of wealth, but they turned out to be unlucky ghosts."

Meng Sihan's face turned pale as he listened to his boss' sharp complaints.

An Yin stood beside him, her whole body tense. When the boss cleaned up and turned around, she saw them standing behind her. Her face darkened instantly, "Tell me, how are you going to compensate?"

Meng Sihan walked towards the woman step by step.

The boss was so frightened by the man's imposing manner that he took a step back and said in panic, "What do you want to do?"

"Meng Sihan, you can't hit people." An Yin stretched out her hand and grabbed the man's arm tightly.

Meng Sihan turned around and looked at the little girl who was a head shorter than him, and said unhappily, "I'm going to wash my hands."

Both An Yin and the boss breathed a sigh of relief.

When Meng Sihan lowered his eyes to look at his arm, An Yin followed his gaze and found that she was holding the man tightly. She felt a flush on her face and quickly let go of her hand.

Meng Sihan walked towards the faucet. After washing his hands, he saw a box of mineral water next to the boss's tent. He looked at the boss and said, "Bring me a bottle of water."

There was a hint of command in the man's tone.

Perhaps frightened by the man's aura, the boss ran to get a bottle of mineral water.

Next, everyone watched the man squatting aside and rinsing his mouth.

Seeing this, the boss lowered his head and cursed inwardly, "You poor picky!"

After the boss finished speaking, An Yin looked in the boss's direction with fear and trepidation.

The boss happened to notice this, and thinking about how weak the girl had been from the beginning, she repeated what she had just said to the girl, "You ruined my skirt and scared away all the customers in my store. You must compensate me for these losses."

An Yin took a trembling step to the side. Faced with the boss's aggressive tone, she hesitated for a long time before saying, "We will, we will compensate you." Her voice became lower and lower as she spoke.

The other party hasn't mentioned the price of compensation, but An Yin already has a bad feeling in his heart.

"I won't ask for too much, just pay me back." The boss pretended to think, and when she saw the guilty look on the little girl's face, she had a look of sadness on her face. "Just pay me 10,000, and I won't bother with you. Look at the pile of dirt at the door. Who would come to buy things from my store if my customers saw it? Don't I have to clean it up myself? Oh, pity me, a weak woman running a small business. When I encounter this kind of thing, no matter how wronged I am, I can only admit defeat."

An Yin blinked her round eyes and looked at the other person with surprise on her face. The speed at which her boss changed his expression really broadened her horizons.

The boss saw the little girl staring at him curiously, as if she was watching a play. The corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably and her face looked very ugly. "Little girl, please tell me something. If we keep delaying like this, should I still do business?"

An Yin lowered her head in shame, "I'm very sorry about this."

"Ten thousand? Why don't you go rob?" Meng Sihan wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth with his hand, then walked behind An Yin. At this moment, his dark eyes seemed to freeze into ice, and when he looked at the boss again, he was as cold as if he was looking at a dead object.

"How can you say that?" When the boss saw the man approaching, his speech became incoherent.

The man stood casually, exuding an aristocratic air of dignity and arrogance. He used his height advantage to gaze down at the boss, which made the boss feel a sense of crisis. A thought suddenly occurred to her: she couldn't afford to offend the man in front of her!