"Uh, um, garbage, do you want the garbage to be cleaned up?" The waiter thought for a while, and it took him a long time to come up with the excuse of garbage.
"Go away..." Zhong Shaoyi heard the waiter's words.
The anger came up immediately.
Yelled hard.
The waiter was so yelled that he couldn't stand still.
Yi Keke, who was on the bed, also trembled heavily.
She looked at the frightened waiter with pleading eyes.
Seems to be begging her not to go, not to go...
The waiter's whole body was stiff and motionless.
Don't know what to do.
To go or not to go.
If you leave, your job will be gone.
If I don't leave, I don't know the consequences.
"Hey, I said you were sick, I told you to get out, get out, get out, didn't you hear?" Mr. Zhong continued to lose his temper at the waiter.
"I, I... I didn't mean to do it, I..." The waiter stood there, his big eyes falling down like this.
"Okay, I don't care if you did it on purpose or not. Get out right now. Get out and don't let anyone bother me again." Mr. Zhong took a deep breath.
Trying his best to calm down, he pointed at the door and yelled at the waiter.
"Um...wait a minute." At this time, Yi Keke also spoke.
"What's the matter with you?" Mr. Zhong seemed a little impatient.
"I would like to ask, did your manager ask you to clean up the room? Otherwise, don't embarrass her, let her clean up, and then we'll finish it. Anyway... ahem, the night is very long." Yi Keke said calmly.
Said.
After hearing what Yi Keke said, the waiter nodded vigorously.
But Mr. Zhong's expression turned ugly.
It's getting colder and colder, and more and more gloomy.
Lifting the thin waiter forcefully, he threw him out the door.
He slammed the door hard again and stared coldly at Yi Keke on the bed.
Yi Keke was stunned by Mr. Zhong's glare.
His body shook heavily: "Well, I... I'll take a shower first."
After being teased like this, Yi Keke felt that his head was no longer heavy.