After taking the last dish back to the kitchen and handing it over to the dishwashing aunt, An Jingxing's work was finally completed.
Although her ankle was injured, it did not have any impact on her work. This is why the owner of this store has always appreciated her and has hired her since she was in high school.
"Jing Xing, you've been busy all afternoon today, and there's not a lot of people around now. Why don't you leave first." The landlady had already seen the injuries on An Jingxing's face, and she guessed that it was An Jingxing.
A masterpiece by the arrogant and domineering sister in Jing Xing's family.
Although I really wanted to let her take a day off, my store was small and was really busy during the peak period. I had no choice but to ask An Jingxing to help despite his injury. By now, the peak period was over and the customer flow was also reduced.
It gradually became less and less, and she could handle it by herself.
"Aunt Sun, this is the Chinese Valentine's Day plan I mentioned last time that can increase the customer flow in the store. I have already written it. Take it back and have a look with Uncle Sun." Although An Jingxing is an illegitimate child, he is also an An family member.
As a child, due to the power of the An family, An Jingxing suffered a lot when he was working.
And An Jingxing was grateful from the bottom of his heart for still hiring his Uncle Sun and Aunt Sun under such circumstances.
Although her salary is not very high, she always does her best and will never do less if she can do more.
"Jing Xing... you, this..." Aunt Sun knew from the beginning that An Jingxing was a child who knew how to repay his kindness, and she never thought about getting anything from this poor child, but An Jingxing every year
They would come up with plans to double their store's performance and make more money for them, but they would never take any more money other than salary.
"Aunt Sun, this is just what I wrote casually for my extracurricular homework. I didn't put much thought into it. You and Uncle Sun don't need to take it to heart."
"But……"
"Aunt Sun, I'm going to leave today. Aunt Sun, you guys are busy first." After working in Aunt Sun's small restaurant for so many years, An Jingxing naturally knew that Aunt Sun had an incompetent son who had been outside all these years.
Owing a lot of money, Uncle Sun and Aunt Sun were unable to enjoy a happy life at this age. Eighty percent of their monthly turnover, excluding employees' wages, was used to repay their son's debt.
Just because she knew this situation, An Jingxing couldn't just sit idly by and ignore it. Although she didn't have much money, she would still do what she could.
After leaving the snack bar, the sky was already a little groggy. Lei Aotian, who was supposed to appear at the opposite street, missed his appointment for the first time.
An Jingxing remembered the importance of this meeting that Lei Aotian mentioned to him a few days ago, and gave up his original idea of sending a text message.
She stood where Lei Aotian usually liked to stand, took out a book from her backpack, and read through it quietly. However, at this moment, a vague figure emerged from the alley behind her.
Someone rushed behind her in the corner.
The thick smell of ether... was An Jingxing's last memory before he fell into darkness.
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The brightly lit Anjia mansion is located in the center of the most prosperous villa area in Bicheng. At this time, there are three or two black cars side by side. Except for the two cars at the front and back, which are BMW X6s, the car in the middle is actually a black stretched Cadillac.
, black traffic queues occupied the avenue outside the An family mansion, and a man in a black suit was standing outside the door, respectfully ringing the doorbell.
For some reason, no one in the villa opened the door.
"Mr. Tang, why don't we go back today? You have just returned from Switzerland for more than ten hours on a plane, so it would be better to take a rest." In the Cadillac limousine in the middle, there was a gorgeous man wearing a Chanel business suit.
The woman looked at the man next to her who was leaning on the seat and taking a nap with his eyes closed. Her cheeks were flushed and her voice was soft.
Her beautiful big eyes occasionally glanced at the man next to her. A pair of slender hands boldly followed the curve of the man's tailor-made Italian handmade suit, and her beautiful fingers felt the undulating muscle curves under her palms.
The other hand slid into his shirt along his suit, and quietly unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, revealing an S-shaped curve that made people's blood boil.
