774: C774 I Don't Believe I Can't Cure You!

C774 I Don't Believe I Can't Cure You!

Yanh Jing curled her red lips and arrogantly waited for Yan Shu to put the cheese milk in front of her. She was still thinking about how to make things difficult for Yan Shu next.0

She did not expect Yan Shu to pick up the cap and pour it on her face.

The cap was scalding hot.

It was so hot that Yanh Jing screamed and directly jumped up from the chair. The little sisters beside were shocked and quickly used a tissue to help her wipe the cream on her face.

Yanh Jing's delicate face was red from the heat and her entire body was trembling, "Yan Shu, are you blind!"

"I am not blind." Yan Shu stood there and looked calm and composed, "Didn't Mrs Fu say that you want to drink cheese milk? I will personally 'feed' to you. Am I not considerate?"

"You slut!" Yanh Jing was mad and rushed out to tear Yan Shu.

Yan Shu lifted her leg and inadvertently stretched forward. Yanh Jing, who just came out, fell to the ground.

With a heavy sound, her knee was broken.

The surrounding customers who were eating looked over curiously. When they saw Yanh Jing fall onto the ground and eat sh * t, they could not help but laugh.

Yanh Jing's little sisters went to help her up.

Yanh Jing heard those piercing laughter and forcefully pushed the sisters beside her away. She roared at Yan Shu, "Yan Shu, you deliberately hurt people. I am going to sue you and I am going to fire you!"

"Why did I deliberately hurt people?" Yan Shu asked back, "It was you who threw your knee. I didn't even get close to you."

"You're being unreasonable, aren't you? I don't believe I can't cure you!" Yanh Jing picked up her phone and directly called the police.

Just as she pressed the phone, a dignified voice sounded from behind Yan Shu, "I didn't see who was being unreasonable, but I saw that you were making things difficult for hotel manager."

Yanh Jing subconsciously looked up and saw a man coming over. He was wearing a cotton short-sleeved shirt and pants but he had an extraordinary bearing.

His eyes were as sharp and cold as an eagle's, making people not dare to look directly at him.

Yanh Jing's little sisters saw the man and seemed to recognize him one by one. They whispered to Yanh Jing, "It is City Y's Song City's Mayor."

Yan Shu heard the voice and guessed who it was, but she did not turn her head.

After Yanh Jing knew that the man in front of her was the Mayor, she was a little afraid of his eyes and said, "I did not make things difficult for her. She poured milk tea on my face first."

"Take a look." Yanh Jing pointed at her face and said, "My face is red from the heat."

"Then isn't it because you are too much, Miss Yan?" The restaurant manager at the side could not help but say, "You have repeatedly made things difficult for Manager Yan and insisted on staying in the presidential condom ordered by someone. You even wanted Manager Yan to make a phone call to apologize to General Manager Fang of Hengshui and even deliberately block the toilet in the room. You want Manager Yan to dig... "

Yanh Jing made a huge note of this employee in her heart.

She immediately retorted with red eyes, "I didn't know that the president ordered. Manager Yan didn't tell me that it was your hotel's fault that the toilet was blocked. Is this also my fault?"

"I know that all of you work in the hotel and don't have to collude to discredit me in front of the mayor."

"You are Mrs Fu. What good is it for me if I discredit you? Do you expect me to be fired?" The restaurant manager said, "I am speaking the truth."

The restaurant manager even took out his phone and opened the WeChat group for Soong Hongxuan to see. "Look, Mayor. There are screenshots in the group."

Soong Hongxuan saw the hotel staff's WeChat group chat and saw the room reservation records for the main suite. There were also a few photos that Yan Shu had sent. Someone had deliberately stuffed the pillowcase into the toilet bowl and caused it to clog up.

Some of the employees below were ridiculing Yanh Jing for being too excessive.

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