Angel is a little bad

Chapter 807
Hanabi stayed in the coffee shop as a trainee, and didn't rest until it was about to close.

The coffee shop closes at [-]pm on weekdays, and closes at [-]pm on weekends. Huahuo is studying very seriously, at least, much more seriously than studying culture.

After tidying up the dining room, she sat at the table and drank coffee. The coffee was not good at all. The group of male animals came here definitely not to drink coffee, but purely for sex.Before she finished her cup of coffee, a person walked in outside, ostentatiously like a peacock and said loudly: "Today is the weekend, everyone go back early to rest."

When she saw this person, her jaw almost dropped—is this really that Sebastian-chan just now?
Red lips and white teeth, a lot of earrings, necklaces and bracelets, even two or three well-arranged hairpins on top of the brown hair, a fashionable diamond-encrusted T-shirt with a vest decorated with pendants, leggings and a trendy belt, the whole person is sparkling .This Han Younan is simply a body boutique, vulgar!

As soon as Han Younan came in, several maids greeted him, sweeter than greeting the master: "Younan, you are done!"

Han Younan sat down holding the back of his neck: "Oh, I'm exhausted, there's nothing I can do if people are too welcoming."

Huahuo almost spit out the liquid in his mouth, this person's self-righteousness... almost rivaled hers.

"Yunan, let's give you a massage!" Several maids immediately surrounded him courteously, one beat his shoulder, two massaged his left and right hands, and one went to make coffee for him.

Huahuo looked at it and felt even more tired. The men are useless, and the women are not up to date, really.

"Well, not bad, not bad, the massage skills of you guys are good, the coffee made by Xiaonan is even better, there is progress and progress." Han Younan looked at Huahuo with a face of enjoyment: "Xia Na, come and massage my temples for me. Will ask for shoulder rubs and stuff like that, the tip is high, and you should practice, too."

Huahuo walked in front of him, bent down, and stared at his face carefully: "Massage? Is it still necessary to practice, just hit it with a hammer, and guarantee that no one's bones will need massage in this life."

The maids snickered.

Han Xian said helplessly: "Huahuo, we are a serious shop here, you can accept these small requests from customers, but you will be charged extra if you accept them. Don't speak so aggressively, it will scare away customers."

(End of this chapter)