Wen Xin expressed her gratitude: "Thank you for what you did for my mother. Now that you have given all your money to me, I feel very embarrassed."
"How about this! I won't accept your card. I will pay for the family's living expenses."
As she spoke, she took out the card and handed it to him. She felt that it was not easy for others to earn that money, and it was all used for her mother's medical treatment. It would be inappropriate for her not to pay anything out of it.
Anyway, her monthly salary is more than 3,000 yuan, which is enough for living expenses, so she won't take advantage of others.
After Jun Mohan's surprise, his face darkened instantly. He said in a cold voice: "I, Jun Mohan, will not be a gigolo. You feel embarrassed about having too much money. Then I will take it back and give you a new card. There is not much in it, only 20,000 yuan."
"I'll also deposit 10,000 yuan into it every month for your living expenses. How about that?"
Wen Xin wanted to say too much, but he interrupted her, "Okay, let's make it like this. I have to have dinner with my clients, so I won't talk any more."
As he spoke, he took out the spare card and stuffed it into her hand, then took the card with the 100,000 yuan and put it in his trouser pocket.
Wen Xin was very grateful. She didn't expect this man to be so nice.
She looked at him and suddenly felt that something was wrong with his face. The scar seemed to have moved. She didn't think much about it, thinking that she had remembered it wrong.
Jun Mohan walked outside the pavilion and suddenly thought of something. He turned around and said, "By the way, what's your WeChat number? I'll transfer your living expenses to you later."
Wen Xin took out her old cell phone from her cloth bag and said a little embarrassedly: "My cell phone was lost along with my keys yesterday. My current cell phone can't use WeChat, but you can add me on QQ."
Jun Mohan's eyes fell on the old and worn-out cell phone and his brows slightly furrowed. He was really impressed that young people in the 21st century were still using such old-fashioned cell phones.
Seeing that she was embarrassed, Jun Mohan said: "Forget it, I'll add you when I get a cell phone."
Jun Mohan left. Wen Xin sat in the pavilion and pondered for a while, then glanced at her cell phone. It was one fifty-three. Her face changed instantly.
Damn it, I'm late for work.
The working time was two o'clock, and she was late for half an hour. Now it was almost half past two when she arrived at the KTV. When she thought of the foreman, she shuddered. It seemed that she would be punished again today.
Wen Xin took a taxi and headed quickly to her workplace.
…
When Jun Mohan walked downstairs to the company, Special Assistant Xu came over quickly and handed him his coat respectfully.
"Boss, it's time for dinner."
"Okay! I'll take Xiao Liu to dinner, and you go buy me a cell phone. It doesn't have to be too expensive, around three thousand will be fine. If it's too expensive, the woman will become suspicious again."
As he spoke, he took off his beard and threw his coat into Xu Te's assistant.
Special Assistant Xu smiled ambiguously, "CEO, you are really nice to your wife, giving her money and a cell phone."
"Are you interested in her?"
After saying this, Jun Mohan raised his fist and warned: "Put away your disgusting look. I'm just afraid that woman will embarrass me by using an old phone."
"I would rather like pigs than her."
"And you, put on your glasses."
"Oh!" Special Assistant Xu pursed his lips and said, "Boss, this look in my eyes is one of admiration. It's not disgusting. I just admire you."
"roll!"
Jun Mohan raised his foot and kicked him on the butt. He always felt that his eyes were creepy, even more terrifying than that woman's.
As soon as Assistant Xu left, Xiao Liu came over and saw the president, who never looked in the mirror, combing his hair in front of the reflective camera. He didn't dare to go forward.
The president must be possessed by a ghost today!
I actually love beauty.
…
It was 2:30 in the afternoon, not a minute more, and Wen Xin was late.
She arrived breathlessly, put on her baggy cleaning clothes and came out, only to see Sister Tong, the foreman, standing in the corridor with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes glancing over her casually.
With a hint of disdain and ridicule.
"You're a full half hour late. Do you know what to do?"
Wen Xin nodded, "I know. I will clean all the bathrooms by myself and I will work until twelve o'clock at night."
"Okay, go clock in on the attendance sheet and I'll deduct half a day's pay for today."
Wen Xin wanted to retort, but she held back. If this woman hadn't taken her in, she might have been begging.
Wen Xin punched in and went to the bathroom with a mop and rag.
After a busy day, it's time to get off work.
Xiao Han came to wash the rag and get ready to go off work. Seeing her cleaning the bathroom on the eighth floor by herself, she couldn't help but feel distressed.
"Wen Xin, Sister Tong is too much. She always targets you. She just ordered anyone not to help you."
Wen Xin smiled and said, "I don't need your help. The more you help, the heavier the punishment she will give me."
"I really don't know if you have a grudge against her?"
Wen Xin washed the mop, then mopped the bathroom corridor and said, "There is no grudge, but just because she dared to accept me, I recognize this favor, you should get off work quickly!"
"No, I'll help you, otherwise you won't be able to finish cleaning by 12 o'clock at night."
Wen Xin said gratefully: "Really, there's no need. Sister Tong will get angry if she finds out."
"It's okay. There are eight floors. I don't believe she checked every floor."
By eight o'clock in the evening, more and more people came.
In order to get off work early, Wen Xin didn't have dinner. She was so busy that she had no energy left. She had already swept the bathroom. She wanted to treat Xiao Han to a meal as a token of gratitude, but she refused to go.
Since her boyfriend came to pick her up, she didn't care and let them go first.
I went outside and bought some instant noodles and stinky tofu, and ate them while squatting in the corridor, slurping them.
The rich aroma of pickled cabbage spread in her mouth, and the chewy noodles danced in her mouth. She smacked her lips in enjoyment and picked up the string of stinky tofu and stuffed it into her mouth.
The man was as surprised as if he had seen a ghost when he saw such delicious stinky tofu. She really couldn't understand why ordinary people didn't like it.
“I won’t appreciate it.”
The heavy footsteps of two men could be heard from behind.
"When Mr. An comes, you should entertain him first. And try not to let him do anything out of line."
"It's Mr. Jun."
"Don't get drunk tonight."
"yes."
Wen Xin, who was eating instant noodles, was scared to death when she heard the familiar voice.
The voice seemed to be Jun Mohan.
She quickly took the instant noodles and ran upstairs, leaving only her back. Poor black stinky tofu was still lying in the bag on the stairs.
Jun Mohan looked at the cleaner's back and felt it was somewhat familiar, yet impossible.
There is no way his grandmother would introduce a cleaner to him to harm him.
A foul smell came from his nostrils. He has always been sensitive to smells.
"What's that smell?"
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