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047 Break the Dinner Plate Scratch

All night long, Xia Feimeng was in an absent-minded state, and the scene of Yi Dianlun and Xin Yue chatting happily and going out side by side kept appearing in her mind.

Ahhhh, she is going crazy, why do she keep thinking about them!

"Xiao Feifei, after you send this plate over, you go and help wipe the plate. Someone asked for leave over there and there are not enough manpower." Gong Xiuzui was still sitting on the comfortable sofa like an uncle and directing Xia Feimeng.

The delicious food in her hands today did not affect or attract Xia Feimeng at all. All her thoughts drifted to Yi Dianlun.

"Then I'm going to clean the dishes." After delivering the last dish, Xia Feimeng rarely resisted Gong Xiuzui's words and obediently picked up a clean disposable napkin and wiped it.

Gong Xiuzui frowned as he looked at that figure. What happened to this woman tonight? She looked like she was being torn over by others. She should have finished work and gone home by now. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have started making noises long ago.

Why are you still obediently working overtime to clean the dishes?

With doubts, Gong Xiuzui put down the cup in his hand, walked around to Xia Feimeng and shouted into her ear, "Woman, it's time to get off work!"

"Bang!" Xia Feimeng, who was already restless in her thoughts, was so frightened by Gong Xiuzui's roar that she dropped the dinner plate in her hand. The clear and crisp sound of breaking was clearly heard in this quiet space.

"What's your name!" Xia Feimeng roared, and the moment she turned around, she bumped into the table again. In an instant, large pieces of arranged dinner plates fell to the ground and were shattered as the table deviated.

After a while, Xia Feimeng looked at the fragments on the ground, and squatted down with some regrets to pick them up. Unexpectedly, before Gong Xiuzui could stop her, the sharp tip had cut her delicate fingers.

The red face's blood suddenly gushes out and drips onto the white dinner plate, which is particularly charming.

"Who told you to touch it! Now being cut is fun?!" Gong Xiuzui unceremoniously took Xia Feimeng's finger and wrapped it in a tissue, half dragging and half pulling Xia Feimeng to the front desk, and took out the medicine

Put a Band-Aid on the box.


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