10. Chapter 10 10 Does this woman dare to mock him?
Mu Chengfeng picked up the coffee. He was keen and quickly felt that the waiter next to him relaxed slightly and made a move.
He asked coldly: "Do you want to leave??"
After listening to his words, Ning Yazhi felt her calves cramping slightly, and her heart panicked. She could hardly hold the tray in her hand and fell to the ground. She quickly picked it up.
She tried her best to calm down and smiled: "Mr. Mu, is there anything else you can do?" She avoided his knife-like gaze.
"Are you afraid of me?" He hit the nail on the head.
Ning Yazhi's smile froze slightly, feeling that this man's sensitivity was beyond her expectation and terrifying.
"Yes, Mr. Mu is busy, and I'm worried that staying here will disturb your work." She gave a perfect excuse.
Mu Chengfeng's lips twitched coldly, "You're afraid of me." He repeated.
"I don't."
"You did not answer my question."
Ning Ya was stunned, not knowing what question he asked.
"Are you new here?" Mu Chengfeng had never seen this woman in the club before, but her clear and bright eyes gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen her somewhere.
"Yes." She felt a little guilty. He shouldn't have recognized her. Why was his eyes so sharp, as if he recognized her at a glance.
Sigh, why should she feel guilty? She didn't get her salary for those few days. He should be the one feeling guilty.
Mu Chengfeng looked at her expression sharply, and naturally did not miss the mocking look in her eyes.
How dare this woman mock him?
“The coffee tastes terrible.”
Ning Yazhi raised her eyes, waiting for his next instruction, secretly dissatisfied. He had never even tasted it, so how could he know whether the coffee was bad or not?
What's more, she thinks she is very good at making coffee. Even Yi Zinuo, who is so picky, praises the coffee she makes. This Mu Chengfeng seems to be looking for trouble.
"Bring the red wine." His tone was obviously very light, but there was an aura that no one could refuse. It was a kind of domineering king that showed in his bones.
The manager has already told Ning Yazhi that there is expensive red wine brought by Mu Chengfeng himself in this room.
"Which one do you want?" Ning Yazhi walked to the wine cabinet and asked.
"To adjust the atmosphere, which one do you want?"
"Red wine is more suitable for eating red meat, and white wine is suitable for eating seafood. Mr. Mu, if you ordered seafood today, you will want this bottle of French white wine from the 1980s."
"Very good." He said two words very simply.
Ning Yazhi took down the wine, turned around, and fell into the arms of a man who was full of danger. A hand was like steel around her waist. She froze, and said with a forced smile: "Mr. Mu
...Aren't you a bit like this..."
"How's it going?" He lowered his head and blew his warm breath on her face.
Ning Yazhi's forced smile was a bit unbearable, and she couldn't hold the wine bottle firmly in her hand. It fell to the ground with a clang and shattered on the smooth marble floor.
"The 80-year-old muton has great collection value. The auction price is 200,000 US dollars. There are only ten bottles in the world. This is the last bottle. It will be destroyed in your hands." Mu Chengfeng told her a fact in a low voice with a charming voice.
"..." Is it so expensive? He wouldn't want her to compensate, would he? Although she was right to drop it, if he hadn't hugged her suddenly, she wouldn't have been so frightened that she dropped the bottle of wine.
"How long do you think I have to work here before I can be compensated?"