It's been three hours.

An Jing turned her body cautiously, avoiding the woman's fiery gaze. She had been facing this gaze that seemed to burn a hole in her body, and it was almost morning.

The store just opened in the morning, and a female customer in a delicate suit and skirt sat at the round table directly opposite the front desk. She ordered a cup of hot coffee and sat there until she stared at herself. Even if she was discovered, she did not hide at all. to the point of arrogance.

When the woman turned her face sideways, she could see her clean jawline from behind her ears to her chin, her straight nose rising from the center of her face, and her eye sockets were deeper than most Asians. From the side face, it can be seen that she is a very strong and not easy to mess with. Even the carefully trimmed hair hanging on the side of the face can hardly add a bit of softness to her.

However, compared to being locked by the other party with cold eyes, An Jing hopes that the woman can keep this posture and look out the window.

stalker?Or was it sent by her cousin to ask her for money?

No, An Jing shook her head, judging from the woman's smooth and delicate suit fabric and tall and elegant temperament, it is impossible for her to be the one who did these things.

"—————"

"Hiss!" An Jing frowned and withdrew her hand. She accidentally knocked the cup in her hand when she was in a daze. The hot liquid in the dropped cup poured into her hand as the contents shattered. , The back of the delicate hand was immediately burned red.

The scarring white skin made the scald very obvious, but An Jing didn't have time to worry about it. She only knew that she would have to pay double the price for breaking a cup because of her own mistake. Before the manager found out and reprimanded her, she hurriedly Crouch down to clean up.

Frantically collecting all the debris and pouring them into the trash can, she wiped her hands and stood up, only to be surprised that the female guest who was sitting by the window with a graceful posture and drinking coffee had teleported to her at this moment.

The pupils dilated suddenly, and An Jing was almost yelled out in fright, but in order not to let the manager speak later, on the charge of breaking the cup and making loud noises in the store, she insisted on Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the exclamation in his stomach.

"Hello, what service do you need?" No matter how flustered and nervous her inner emotions were, An Jing still didn't seem to have any emotional ups and downs.

She has always had this personality since she was a child, and she seldom responds to people and things she is not interested in. Therefore, she has always had a nickname following her when she was a student.

A wooden face beauty.

No matter how good-looking she is, she has the same expression every day, and it is difficult for anyone to get close to her, but she herself doesn't care too much about it.

There's nothing wrong with being alone.

"A cup of condensed milk with no sugar added, medium cup." The woman's hand rested on the desk, and a sterling silver ring was placed on her slender index finger, which set off her skin brightly.

"Is it recommended to change to a small cup? Guest, our store manager recommends not to consume more than 400 mg of caffeine at one time. Just now you have ordered a drink containing □ □ 260 mg. Exceeded." Some thoughtful words came out of An Jing's mouth, like a robot reading a product description.

"That's a small cup." The words were clearly a compromise, but the woman felt like an order.

"Wait a minute." An Jing operated the machine, tore off the order and put it on the operating table to queue up.

The woman who ordered the drink did not leave, her thin eyelids drooped, and her gaze was fixed on An Jing's hand.

When An Jing brought the finished coffee to her, she noticed that she was looking at herself.

Only then did she realize that she had accidentally cut her hand when she was cleaning up the broken cups. The glass was too sharp, and the cut was very fast. She didn't feel the pain until now. …It is a big taboo in the catering industry for customers to see that their hands are not clean. An Jing hurriedly used her other hand to block it, and apologized to the woman, "Sorry, I'll go clean it right away, and then let the kitchen make a change for you, okay?"

The woman ignored her question and suddenly said, "Are you short of money?"

"what did you say?"

An Jing tilted her head, something was wandering in her calm eyes.It's not that she has never encountered such a conversation at the beginning.

There are middle-aged men with big bellies, well-dressed young gentlemen, and even successful businesswomen who look slender and elegant on the surface. Although An Jing is only a trainee who has not debuted, her experience in this area But not lacking at all.

She doesn't like to talk and doesn't have much expression, but there are people who like it. The boss thought that the waiter's appearance could bring benefits to the store's business, so he paid a salary that was [-]% higher than other places to stay. Go down to Anjing.

As the boss expected, there will indeed be some people who are not interested in coffee and often come to the store for An Jing.

An Jing is so used to it that she can draw out the steps for the behavior of this group of people.

In the first stage, the other party will often come to the store to buy coffee to create an opportunity to talk to him, and ask some basic information about his parents.

The woman in front of me meets the first half of the conditions, but she doesn't communicate with herself frequently, perhaps because her personality is relatively reserved.

In the second stage, after becoming a regular customer in the store, the other party will have further development ideas and implement actions, throwing an olive branch to An Jing.

For the time being, the woman's phrase "Are you short of money" can be understood as this olive branch.

Then they will put their business cards on the ground, or "gifts" to prove their identity and financial resources.

An Jing's expression turned cold, watching the woman's every move, and as expected, she found that she took out her wallet from her pocket, and took out a business card-shaped item with two fingers.

The third stage is that, no matter whether the other party is a human or a ghost, An Jing's answer is only a firm rejection.

She didn't think that she would be so pathetic that she would do this kind of thing to make ends meet.

"Excuse me……"

Before the words of refusal were spoken, and the other party's business card and self-introduction were not given in time, An Jing's gaze was taken away by the figure at the door.

When the glass door is opened or closed, the bell hanging above will make a crisp clanging sound, so that the staff can be aware of the arrival of the guests.

At this time, there was a girl about one meter tall standing at the door. Her short hair, which should have been fluffy, was caught in a mess, and there were a few black marks on her fair face, the most conspicuous being a black and red spot on her forehead. Seeing the wound, An Jing frowned.

"Anyang! What's going on." Seeing her younger sister who went out in the morning turned into this, An Jing's tone inevitably became anxious, "Come here quickly."

An Yang, who seldom saw his sister angry, immediately lowered his shoulders and moved in her direction with small steps, "I'm sorry... sister, I didn't mean it."

Little Lolita's unaltered voice is soft and waxy, and the effect of recognizing mistakes is doubled, but An Jing doesn't like her.

Kneeling down and putting her hands on An Yang's shoulders, An Jing looked at her, "Is someone bullying you again?"

What she said was not a question sentence, but her tone was [-]% certain. This was not the first time such a thing had happened.

"No, no, sister, don't worry." Little Lolita was very sensible, not only quickly comforted her, but also stretched out her thin arms around An Jing's neck and patted her, "It was An Yang who accidentally fell on his forehead. The fall was hit by a pebble."

Anyang's lie was nothing new, Anjing closed her eyes, it's still working time, she can't delay too long in private matters, adjusted her emotions, put away her anger, and wiped off Anyang's face with a wet tissue Hei Yinzi said, "Find a seat and sit down first, my sister will get off work later."

An Yang blinked, and gave An Jing a big smile, with two round dimples on his cheeks, "Hmm!"

She didn't forget to clean up the blood on her hands before going back to the front desk, but when An Jing looked up again, she found that the woman who was standing in front of her like a pillar just now had disappeared, and even the glass of blood on the table was covered with blood. Coffee was also missing.

It's quite acquainted.

An Jing can only hope that this sharp-eyed customer can understand her refusal, and that she won't repeat the "are you short of money" drama in the coffee shop in the future.

After finally making it to the end of get off work time, An Jing rubbed her sore waist, tidied up her things neatly, patted An Yang who was sitting on a corner table doing homework, and walked out of the store.

An Yang raised her clean face to pay attention to An Jing's expression, she was different from others, even if An Jing put on the same expression from the beginning to the end, she could still sensitively distinguish the changes in her emotions.

Hmm... My sister is a little angry now.

In order to prevent An Jing from asking her about the origin of the injury on her forehead again, An Yang quickly started a topic.

"Sister, a beautiful aunt asked me to pass it to you just now, saying that if you have any difficulties, you can go to her."

"Pretty aunt?" An Jing began to screen candidates in her mind.

"Her hair is like this." An Yang gestured on the side of his face with his palm, "The eyes are a bit golden in the sun, but they look almost light brown when the light is covered by the hair."

I don't know if Anyang inherited his mother's talent as a painter, and when expressing colors, he is much clearer than ordinary children.

But thanks to this description, An Jing managed to sort out who this "beautiful aunt" was in her mind.

The one who stared at himself in the store for three hours in the morning.

When she was looking at An Jing, An Jing was also observing her, and found that not only her facial features were not as flat as those of Asians, but even the color of her pupils was lighter than those around her.

I thought this person had given up, but I didn't expect to hit Anyang with his idea.

"Anyang, did I tell you not to talk to strangers." An Jing's eyes were full of warning.

An Yang immediately used her good coquettish skills, and shook An Jing's arm, "I think that aunt is so beautiful, she doesn't look like a bad person at all, and she said she wants to help you."

What help!Simply uneasy.

The first impression a woman gave An Jing was that she was better looking than those rich men who approached her before, but this person was also much more difficult to deal with, at least those people would not be too entangled after being rejected .

"Sister, take a look, what does this aunt's business card seem to say..." An Yang held up a small white piece of paper and read. Knowledge is no less than peers.

Just after reading the first word, she was interrupted by the ringtone of An Jing's cell phone.

"Don't look." An Jing grabbed the business card from her hand, for fear that the unclean thing would dirty the little Lolita's eyes.

The author has something to say: Good luck!Interested little angels can order a collection!Updates are still guaranteed!

Ge Zijie: I'm a decent person, I'm in business, I don't have those dirty meanings

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