The waitress was a little surprised. She slowly raised her head and looked up at shangdonglin with a funny smile. The cold smile seemed to penetrate directly into his soul. What froze directly was her soul. She trembled all over and looked at the man in front of her with a pleading face: "young master, I"
"A lot of guts." Dong Lin sneer, that pair of eyeground, have the taste of bloodthirsty.
The waitress''s face turned pale instantly. Her legs softened and she knelt down on the ground: "young master, I really like you. Besides, I don''t have any other ideas."
"Is it?" Dong Lin sneers and looks at the woman in front of her. He raises her chin and forces her to raise her head.
What a beautiful woman.
However, the more tender a woman is, the more disgusting Dong Lin is. He holds her chin hand and begins to tighten it.
Dull pain makes the waitress frown, but dare not have half of dissatisfaction, just hope to see in their own sincere share, let the young master a little pity for themselves.
At the same time, there was some regret in her heart.
Why do you want to provoke the young master? Now I just hope that the young master won''t be too angry. I hope the young master will let her go.
"You say you like me, I really don''t know where I personally deserve to be liked by others, because I only heard people say yesterday that I am hypocritical and disgusting."
Ye Shengge said that.
Dong Lin is in his mind.
He knew yeshengge didn''t go back yesterday. She didn''t sleep. She sat in a corner all night. There were more than a dozen men near her on the way. He didn''t pay attention to what he said, but she only said one word repeatedly: go away.
Hehe, it''s very personal.
She stayed up all night, and he stayed up all night. She sat in a daze in the corner, while he was staring at the screen and her face. When she stayed up all night, the woman had the magic that made him want to stare at her all the time.
If only she could remember the past.
Thinking of it, his face became more and more ugly. Suddenly, he was cruel and grabbed the waitress''s neck: "what do you think? Get some attention from me? Or do you want more, huh
"No, I don''t have the same idea, I dare not have the same idea, young master, I just, I really just like you." the waitress regretted, she could see a haze from Donglin''s eyes that was enough to destroy her, she really regretted.
"Little, young master, I, can I get off, off work, I?" the waitress pleaded. If she was not already kneeling, she would kneel down hard. As long as she could let the young master release her, it doesn''t matter whether she has knees or not.
"After work? Do you really want to get off work? " Dong Lin sneers.
"I, I want to get off work."
"No, you are the talent I value. If you get off work, who can I find to help me? Don''t rush to get off work, because I will arrange you to work overtime." Dong Lin''s smile is brilliant, but it gives people a kind of gloomy feeling.
The waitress was already afraid. At that time, she suddenly looked forward to it. Her eyes twinkled with light: "little, young master, if you need me, please tell me. I''m bound to do it."
Dong Lin suddenly dull, a woman, where can compare with that one, is not a level.
It''s so stupid that I want to find the shadow of that woman from other women.
After disappointment, he became very cruel, and released the woman''s chin: "you can come in."
A few people burst in from the outside, which made the whole room very small.
"You." The waitress belongs to the middle-level staff of the gold selling grottoes. If she knows something, she will naturally know that several of them are people who deal with some shady things.
In the words of their circle, they are black devils. As long as they make a move, someone will die.
Is it true that the one who dies once is himself?
"No, young master, I didn''t do anything wrong. Don''t kill me. I really didn''t do anything wrong. I, I just like you. I really like you. If you think my love is wrong, then I don''t like you. Please let me go. "
Crying pear with rain, very poor.
"What do you want to do?" Dong Lin tut tut two, sound some helpless, but implied warning: "don''t cry, cry again not good-looking."
Naturally, I don''t dare to cry any more. I''m not worried about being ugly, but I''m worried about losing my life."Yes, yes, I won''t cry." Tears stiffly back.
"Well, good. You say you like me, don''t you?" Dong Lin glared at her with an enigmatic expression.
"I''m delusional. I don''t dare. I''m sorry, young master. I don''t dare any more." The waitress begged and kept kowtowing.
Dong Lin raised his hand to stop her kowtow, but he laughed: "well, I know your mind, you are not that kind of person."
No, not that one. What kind is that? The waitress didn''t dare to think about it. She just hoped that Dong Lin would let her go.
"Take her where she should be." Dong Lin waved his hand and no longer looked at the waiter.
The waitress looked on guard at several men in black who were getting closer and closer. To her, they belonged to the devil: "let me go, young master, please. I can do anything. Just let me go."
"Don''t worry, I won''t treat you badly. As long as you are obedient, there will be opportunities for you to prosper in the future. I''ve checked. The conditions in your family are not good and you need money. That''s why you come here to work and earn money. Your real age is only 17 years old. Am I right?"
Before she was taken away, the waitress was still thinking about whether she could really survive, and then become something.
In that case, she is willing to take risks.
"OK, OK, don''t hold me. I''d like to go with you." The waitress''s voice was still shaking, and her eyes were much calmer than before.
The man in black took a look at Dong Lin, who nodded.
They let her go.
The waitress looked back at Dong Lin and said with a smile, "I''m really willing to be obedient. As long as the young master is happy, no matter what you ask me to do, I''ll do it."
Dong Lin''s face was cold, and there was no joy or anger. There was only one thing. His eyes were full of irony.
What kind of woman, he saw more, for him, is just a tool, a tool that even feelings are superfluous things.
After all, they are not her.