Chapter 736 Su Miao Extra 8
Song Hansheng was very tall. Looking at the woman in front of him with her head bowed and bent over, his eyes lowered. He originally wanted to go in directly.
The woman's "Welcome" stopped him in his tracks; the voice was too familiar.
He stopped and began to look at the woman in front of him who had been trembling with her head down, until the woman raised her head.
When Su Miao saw Song Hansheng, she forgot about her stomachache. Her feet felt numb and her body became weaker and weaker. She could hardly control herself and stepped back.
Su Miao forced herself to calm down. She had changed a lot in the past two years. First of all, she was thinner than before, her hairstyle had changed, and now she was wearing a mask on her face. Song Hansheng might not recognize her.
Su Miao lowered his head and said nothing more.
Following Song Hansheng, his men also stopped and looked at him in surprise. This seemed to be the first time they saw President Song staring at someone like that, as if he wanted to swallow the person in front of him whole.
No one dared to urge Song Hansheng to leave. Even if he stood here and watched all day, no one dared to stop him.
"Why do I feel like you look a bit like someone I used to know?"
Su Miao lowered his voice: "Sir, you may have recognized the wrong person."
"Is that so..." Song Hansheng looked at Su Miao thoughtfully for several times, "I think so too."
The shadow pressing on her head finally disappeared. As the footsteps became farther and farther away, Su Miao finally raised her head. She wiped the cold sweat from her face and suddenly found it difficult to breathe with the mask on.
She wanted to take off the mask and breathe a few breaths, but she was afraid that Song Hansheng would come back.
The pain in her stomach came again. Fortunately, another staff member came back. Su Miao took over shifts with her and hurried to the supermarket to buy sanitary napkins to change into in the toilet. She also went to the pharmacy to buy a box of painkillers.
The doctor told her not to take too many painkillers. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw her pinch three pills into her mouth and swallow them with a sip of warm water.
Her stomach still hurt a lot and the painkillers hadn't taken effect yet. Seeing that she was in pain, the doctor at the pharmacy poured her a few cups of hot water and also gave her a hot pack to apply to her abdomen.
Su Miao did not refuse. After putting the hot pack on her abdomen, she felt much better. She touched her abdomen and the phone in her pocket rang twice.
She took out her cell phone and saw a text message from a colleague at the hotel asking her when she would be back.
She had been out for half an hour, and Su Miao didn't want to go back, for fear of meeting Song Hansheng again.
Just as she was hesitating whether to tell her manager about her resignation, another text message came on her phone.
It was sent by a colleague who was standing at the back door with her.
"Su Miao, come back and make some quick money."
"What money?"
"Manager Zhang came over and asked us to move some flower pots. It costs 500 yuan to move one pot upstairs."
500 yuan is a lot of money. Su Miao's daily salary as a receptionist at the back door is at most 200 yuan.
She was in dire need of money, and if she wanted to live a better life she had to work hard. The money came quickly, 500 yuan for moving a pot of flowers, and she was paid on the spot. If she wanted to quit her job, she had to make some quick money before resigning.
Her stomach wasn't as painful anymore, but she felt a little weak during her period. Su Miao rushed back to the hotel and found a car parked at the back door. Manager Zhang saw Su Miao and didn't ask her where she had been. He smiled and called her over.
"Xiao Su, the hotel is currently undergoing renovations and is shorthanded. You two should take these pots of flowers upstairs. Each pot costs 500 yuan. Be careful not to break them."
How much does it cost to move a bunch of flowers? Su Miao thought the pots were large, but it turned out to be several pots of carefully sealed small flowers.
Her hands were able to move, so Su Miao took it over.
Su Miao and another colleague were both moving flowers. Although moving flowers was a bit harder than standing at the back door, the money came really quickly. Su Miao counted the pots one by one, wishing she had another pair of legs and another pair of hands so that she could help move some flowers.
She was so busy that she was sweating. In a short while, she carried two pots upstairs and earned a thousand yuan.
She didn't know that while she was busy moving the flowers, a pair of eyes were staring at her from the other end of the surveillance video.
How could Song Hansheng not recognize Su Miao? Even if she turned into ashes, he would be able to recognize her at a glance.
Song Hansheng found the mask on her face extremely annoying and wished he could take it off right away to take a good look at the changes that had taken place in her prison over the past two years.
Her eyes were filled with hatred for him as before, her lips often taunted him but tasted soft and sweet.
Su Miao in the video seems to be in poor health. She was shaking after running twice for such a light pot of flowers.
Su Miao had never done these things before. Her hands were used to hold scalpels. She could heal people as well as stab them. However, after breaking a finger, she should have learned her lesson and could not stab people anymore.
Song Hansheng smiled, took out his cell phone and said something into it, then put the phone down and continued to look at Su Miao on the screen.
She began to move the third pot of flowers. Because Manager Zhang repeatedly emphasized that the flowers inside were very valuable, Su Miao moved them very carefully and did not move too many pots at a time.
But just as Su Miao moved the pot of flowers out of the car, she heard a snapping sound, as if something broke, and the box in her hand fell to the ground.
Bang--
The ceramic flowerpot made a crisp shattering sound, and there was a pile of dirt on the ground, mixed with broken flower stems. Su Miao panicked and quickly opened the box to pick up the broken ceramic aside, carefully looking at the flowers inside.
It was a pot of orchids, the petals of which had been smashed beyond recognition. There were all kinds of orchids on the market, some were as cheap as a few dozen yuan, while others were as expensive as millions.
And the color and quality of this broken pot of flowers must be worth no less than six figures.
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