"What did you eat?" Qiao Ange asked casually as he walked.

"Glass shards," Xiaolu said in disbelief, "I think it's unlikely. Could it be that they put it there themselves?"

If it's hair strands, it can still be explained, glass slag...

Qiao Ange also frowned. She stopped at the door of the private room, curved her lips with a professional smile, then knocked on the door gently and walked in.

Feifei, the waiter in charge of this private room, stood in front of the food preparation table with her head lowered and kept apologizing, almost crying.

There was a table full of men who were talking obscenely and unpleasantly. The little girl was obviously frightened.

Qiao Ange asked Feifei to go out first, and then said to these people: "I am the foreman here. I already understand the matter. If you have any needs, just tell me."

"Don't you want to do this in your hotel? Fortunately, my brother didn't swallow it, otherwise you would have committed murder!" The person closest to him suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand and pushed Qiao Ange hard.

Qiao Ange's waist hit the food preparation table. She straightened her scattered hair, stood up straight, and said with a smile: "I'm here to solve the problem, and I ask you to talk nicely."

"What kind of attitude do you have? Your own problems are reasonable, right? Come on, eat this thing, and we won't pursue it any further." The man said, having already brought over the plate with the glass fragments.

He grabbed her arm with one hand and poured it into her mouth with the other hand.

"Xiang'an," a deep male voice sounded, with a calm tone, "She is just a foreman, why are you trying to scare her?"

Although the sound was not loud, Qiao Ange immediately felt a chill down his back when he heard it.

How could it be him?

"Brother Yi..." Although the man was a little reluctant, he still took back his hand and sat back.

With his sight no longer blocked, Qiao Ange raised his eyes to look at the person who had just spoken.

He seemed to be talking on the phone in the corner, so Qiao Ange didn't see his face when he walked in.

In the smoke, the man lowered his eyebrows, and his superior facial features were sharp and angular.

The fingers holding the cigarette were long and slender, clean and white, and as cold as jade.

He flicked the ashes of his cigarette, then suddenly raised his eyes and met Qiao Ange's gaze.

As if he was suddenly struck by lightning, Qiao Ange's body froze instantly, and his heart trembled unconsciously.

His eyes were as blue as the sea water, dark and treacherous, as if one could drown in them just one more glance.

However, his eyes only stayed on Qiao Ange's face for half a second and quickly moved away.

It's like she is just a stranger.

After all, he came back.

Pei Yi.

"Aren't you going to solve the problem? How are you going to solve it?" Pei Yi turned his head and put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, twisting the weak sparks little by little.

Qiao Ange watched his movements, and a burning pain spread from somewhere in her body. Her breath was frozen in her chest, unable to come up or go down.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the air conditioner running.

Realizing that everyone was looking at her, Qiao Ange came back to her senses and hurriedly said: "This meal will be free of charge for you, and we will pay for the medical expenses. If you... have any other demands, as long as they are within my ability, I will

You can directly make the decision and agree."

Pei Yi leaned back, looked at her with his hands on his shoulders, and moved his thin lips slightly: "Anything within the scope of your ability is fine, right?"

The smile on his face is so peaceful and his voice is so magnetic.

Among this group of people, he seems to be the most talkative one.

But only Qiao Ange knew that no one in this world was worse than him.
Chapter completed!