Transmigrated into his own aunt

Chapter 20 Bias
Qin Zhao frowned, let go of her, and looked down at Ying Wanwan, who was sobbing pitifully in a small bundle.

She was outstanding in appearance, if she had been his woman, he would definitely never forget her in the past two years.

But she thinks that he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, so he is no longer a human being, and he will not provoke a girl who is only fifteen or sixteen.

Did he fuck her sister?
Pursing her lips, she took out a handkerchief from her trouser pocket and handed it to her, "Don't be sad, if someone sees it, it may affect your reputation."

After coaxing twice but no response, he changed his method, "You don't need to play the piano later?"

Ying Wanwan finally stopped crying.

There were no pockets on the cheongsam, and she had nowhere to put her handkerchief.

Glancing at the handkerchief in the man's hand, he took it.

He stood up and walked to the sink, turned on the tap and washed his face with water.

He wiped the water droplets on his face with a handkerchief, then started to blow his nose, and threw it into the trash can at his feet.

Qin Zhao: "..." Where's the dead girl, she doesn't understand manners at all.

Ying Wanwan glared at him, went out of the bathroom and sat back on the piano bench again.

After a while, the mood returned to calm before starting the second half.

Qin Zhao and Ronnie hadn't left after the end, she hesitated for a while, and then slowly moved to find Ronnie, automatically ignoring Qin Zhao who was opposite him, "Mr. Luo, hello, I want to discuss something with you."

"You don't go away after work, you don't have a place to live?"

Ying Wanwan was stunned for a second, then nodded in embarrassment, "My home is far away from here, and my relatives are not around, so I can't come to pick me up. It's so late, and I can't get a car on the way, can you let me stay here to help?" ?”

Ronnie lifted his sparse and long eyelashes, "Where is your home?"

Ying Wanwan didn't want to confess at first, but after thinking about it, since she works here, it is necessary for others to know her details, "In the aircraft research institute near Xuejiawan, I am a family member."

Qin Zhao asked, "Whose family is it? A front-line worker? A supervisor? Is your father an engineer?"

Ying Wanwan didn't want to pay attention to Qin Zhao, and chose to ignore it. She looked at Ronnie, "Mr. Luo, can I stay here to help? I'll leave in the morning, and I won't ask for additional salary."

Seeing him not talking, "I can also make coffee, and I can also make simple latte art with milk foam on it."

Her father loves to drink coffee, and she used to make coffee for him when she was at home, so she signed up for a training class and learned coffee latte art for a month.

In the 80s, it was not popular to incorporate milk foam into the coffee.

If she was allowed to show his hand, she was confident that he would let her stay.

Qin Zhao was annoyed that Ying Wanwan didn't take him seriously, glanced at the salesperson in the store who was secretly looking at him, and deliberately amplified his voice, "Aren't you trying to steal the salesperson's job?"

It was not easy to find a job in the early days of the reform and opening up. What he said would undoubtedly prejudice the salesperson who was on the night shift in the store today against Wanwan.

Ying Wanwan vomited blood angrily, her breathing fluctuated, she tightly clenched her little hands hanging by her side, and immediately denied, "I just have nowhere to go after work, and I just want to stay here until dawn."

"You don't have a place to go, that's your business. Don't think Ah Luo is easy to talk, just want to pretend to be pitiful and take advantage of him." Qin Zhao said with a needle in his words.

"You!" People in the 80s don't have much night life. At this time, there are no customers in the coffee shop, but there are still clerks. Ying Wanwan doesn't want to make it too ugly. She takes a deep breath to calm down, "Pretend I didn't mention it." She turned around and prepared Go to the locker room.

"Little Comrade Wanwan." Ronnie stopped her, "Go to the back kitchen and cook the things you know. If possible, I agree with you to stay here and help."

Ying Wanwan's eyes lit up, and the smile returned to her face, her black pupils glowing brightly, "Thank you, Mr. Luo, you are such a good person, and I will never forget you when I become prosperous."

Ronnie gently moved his lips, and there was a smile in his eyes, "That's not necessary."

Qin Zhao snorted coldly, and said sourly, "Sweet talk comes as soon as you open your mouth, you can't be a serious girl at first sight!"

Ying Wanwan gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressed her anger, walked to the bar, greeted the salesperson on duty, and entered the back kitchen.

I glanced at the tools for making coffee, and it was not much different from my impression, and it was easy to use.

Because of Ronnie's presence, the salesperson in the store didn't dare to approach Ying Wanwan, and they kept their posts and glanced at her from time to time.

She quickly made a cup of latte art cappuccino, put it on a tray, and walked up to Ronnie with it, "Mr. Luo, my strength is limited, and the milk hasn't improved much, but it won't affect the taste. You can try it." taste?"

Qin Zhao stared at her with burning eyes, "Why don't I have mine?"

Ying Wanwan lowered her eyebrows and remained silent.

Ronnie's unclear eyes flicked over the two of them for a moment, and he looked down at a milky white leaf floating on the coffee, his warm and calm face had a surprised expression, coffee can do this?

He picked up the cup and took a sip, "It's delicious, your hands are really skillful, if you sell this in the store, the business will definitely improve a lot."

In order to prove that she has no intention of grabbing the job of the salesperson, Ying Wanwan said generously, "I can teach the salesperson in the store how to make latte art."

Ronnie smiled and changed the subject, "I have a vacant house nearby that I can rent to you."

Ying Wanwan immediately declined, "Thank you, Mr. Luo, for your kindness. I'll just stay in the store."

She is currently a married woman. If she lives in Ronnie's vacant house, even if she rents it for money, it will inevitably make people think about it.

What's more, Qin Zhao is close to him, so he must know the exact location of the house.

This bad old man!
She couldn't take him lightly.

Ronnie didn't force it, "That's fine."

Qin Zhao was annoyed, "If you want to refuse, you still welcome, I have seen this scene a lot, Ah Luo, you have to be careful that this girl will come to you to ask for a house later, you have to stay away from her."

"It's you who should stay away from him." Ronnie said meaningfully.

Qin Zhao: "."

The night is getting darker.

The last customer in the cafe also left, and Qin Zhao's voice was very clear in the quiet room.

The salesperson who had originally looked down on Ying Wanwan looked sideways, his eyes full of contempt.

Ying Wanwan tightly pinched the pink palm with her fingertips, resisting the urge to desperately fight with him.

But I still couldn't help but retort, "Have you seen too much? It seems that you have done this kind of thing a lot, so you will impose your dirty thoughts on others!"

Qin Zhao: "..." What a temper!

Courageous too!

As the days passed, Ying Wanwan gradually got used to the life of going out late and returning early. Because of her latte art, the cafe shocked many people once it was launched, and slowly gathered a group of repeat customers. A bonus was given to her, and her salary was not deducted, and an extra set of clothes was worn in rotation.

There is still no news from Xiao Nanfeng.

The weather became colder, Ying Wanwan made money and changed into a thick quilt.

Throwing away the big padded jacket and two cotton trousers that he had worn for more than a month, he cruelly changed into two decent outfits.

(End of this chapter)