Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

In the corner, a thin young woman was being trained.

It doesn't look beautiful at first glance, but it is pure and feminine, in a fashionable way, it is a new type of oxygen beauty.

Mu Zening felt a bit familiar at first, but then remembered that this woman was Murong Cheng's ex-girlfriend, and he had met Mu Zhai once from afar.

The young woman lowered her head, her hands tangled together, her clothes seemed to be borrowed, not fitting.

And in front of her stood a white, fat and bald man with a bad tone: "Are you really stupid, or pretending to be stupid? Just stand still here stupid and want to do a job with a daily salary of 800? I want you to sell wine, did you sell a bottle?! Sally has sold several bottles! I asked you to sell wine, not for me as the door god!"

The young woman bit her lip and her eyes were misted, "But, he just touched...touched my ass..."

"Touch your **** for less meat?!" the man cursed unceremoniously, "otherwise you think they are stupid? Go here to buy a few thousand yuan and tens of thousands of foreign wines! Why do they do it?! Are you happy? Happy understand? Your service is to make customers happy!

If you want to make money, don't pretend to be pure with me. You need to be pure, you need to be clean, and do pure and clean work! Is the back chef going to clean the dishes? Is it clean enough to soak in the cleanser every day? Do it for 80 yuan a night, you go! "

The woman was so trained that she couldn't lift her head, and her tears fell one by one.

"Listen to me, I'll give you one last chance. If a bottle of wine can't be sold before 12 o'clock this evening, don't come tomorrow! I can't afford to serve it!"

The man cursed angrily, then turned and left, his face full of anger.

The young woman cried silently in the corner for a while, then raised her head again, and looked around in confusion.

It seems to be looking for customers who might buy alcohol.

After a while, her eyes met Mu Zening's eyes, and the two looked at each other in the crowd.

She pursed her lips and gathered courage to walk towards Mu Zening.

Perhaps Mu Zening's silent gaze gave her the courage, perhaps... Mu Zening's handsomeness made her less repulsive of this job.

"Handsome...isn't it boring to drink alone?" She said similar lines to the beauty just now, with a slightly different feeling.

Mu Zening smiled slightly, "It's boring, will you drink with me?"

She breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on her face became more natural: "Then you have to invite me to drink."

Mu Zening nodded and asked her, "What wine do you want to drink?"

Her heart beats the drum again, and she is assessing which wine to choose is more suitable. The more expensive the price, the higher the commission, but in the unfamiliar situation, suddenly asking for high-priced wine will arouse customers' disgust...

While struggling, Mu Zening sideways reported the name of the wine to the bartender. She was shocked, and then ecstasy emerged!

It's the most expensive wine!

This bottle of wine can sell ten bottles like Sally!

"What's your name?" Mu Zening asked her.

"Xu Shihan." Because of joy, her face glowed with indescribable radiance, "My name is Xu Shihan."

"Xu Shihan..." Mu Zening slowly pronounced her name, with a deep gaze on her face, looking at it inch by inch, as if to see her whole person through.

It's really interesting. If you look carefully, her eyebrows are somewhat similar to Su Zi, especially her profile.

Mu Zening thought: Did Murong Cheng find this woman with the same thoughts?

Xu Shihan was embarrassed, and only felt that his eyes were hot, and her cheeks also became hot.

She wanted to lower her head shyly, but Mu Zening pinched her chin and raised it.

"You are so beautiful." Mu Zening's voice was slightly hoarse, bowed his head and kissed her gently.

Xu Shihan's body froze because of this kiss, and she dared not move.

It seems that there are many thoughts passing through my mind, and it seems that I have never had any thoughts.

After a while, Xu Shihan closed his eyes.