HLnovel Chapter 117 Didn't it say that your hands were born for playing the piano?
Chapter 117 Didn't it say that your hands were born for playing the piano?
Chapter 117 Didn't it say that your hands were born for playing the piano?
The four students who were taken insisted that they had no physical contact with Ning Jia.
At present, Ning Jia is still awake, and there is no evidence to directly accuse them of bullying Ning Jia. The police uncles are also very troubled.
Yu Huanxi didn't sleep well last night. With dark circles under her eyes, she pedaled her bicycle to the small noodle shop. It's six o'clock in the morning, so it's enough to help out in the back kitchen for half an hour.
Some time ago, Ning Jia had been contracting her work in the noodle shop. Now that Ning Jia is lying in the hospital, she can finally work by herself.
As soon as Yu Huanxi stepped into the noodle shop, the boss came over and said with a smile, "Your work has already been done. Just like before, the money for the work will be credited to your account."
She froze, "Who did it for me?"
The boss showed a meaningful smile, "He is a very handsome young man, about 1.8 meters tall, and he wears a mask to work every morning. It can be seen that this young man loves you very much. He repeatedly told me not to tell you who replaced him. You did your job."
Yu Huanxi felt a sudden pain in his heart, and his lips suddenly became dry, "How long does he work every day?"
The boss glanced at the wall clock on the wall and thought, "It should arrive at 06 o'clock and leave at 30:05, but it was recently changed to 30:[-]. He works long hours, and I doubled his wages. "
Leaving at 06:30... She came to the noodle restaurant at six o'clock before, but was dismissed by the boss directly, and she didn't even think about going to the back kitchen to have a look.
Yu Huanxi looked nervously at the back kitchen, "He hasn't left yet, has he?"
The boss glanced back, and whispered: "He is sick, and his mental state is very bad. If it weren't because I really feel sorry for his silent dedication to you, I would still hide it for him. He will choose vegetables in the back , go and have a look."
The hands hanging by the sides were clenched into fists, and fine beads of sweat quietly seeped out of the palms.
Yu Huanxi licked her dry lips, and walked towards the back kitchen.
The water from the faucet flowed into a large basin, which was filled with fresh vegetables, and the pair of bony and slender hands that could be used as hand models were going back and forth between the vegetables.
The water was very cold, his hands were red from the cold, and occasionally he could hear a dull cough coming from under the mask.
Yu Huanxi's eyes were sore and moist, approaching the edge of the eye sockets, and her hands were clenched so tightly that they trembled.
Fu Mo Nian turned his back to her, and his mental state was not as good as usual, so he didn't even notice that she was standing behind.
The boss sighed softly, turned around and went outside to meet the guests for breakfast.
"Who asked you to work for me!"
Fu Mo Nian's ink pupils froze, the movements of his hands stopped, and his slender fingers bent uncontrollably due to the cold.
Yu Huanxi raised her hand to wipe away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and tried to make her voice sound normal, "I can bear this by myself, but you, who have often dozed off recently, even sent Old Liu to the hospital."
"Do you know that you put on the shackles of the culprit by doing this?"
She held his hand, her heart ached, and she held back her choked sobs, "Didn't you say that your hands were made for playing the piano? Then go play the piano well and wash some dishes here!"
As soon as Fu Mo Nian opened his mouth, he coughed, and his cheeks flushed abnormally, "...I'm fine."
Yu Huanxi's eyes couldn't help but sparkle, she raised her head and tried to pour back the tears, "You deliberately want me to feel guilty and owe you favors, right? Let me tell you, don't think that you are nice to me now, just Those things can be erased!"
He curled the corners of his lips bitterly, and pinched his cuff to wipe away her tears, "It's ugly to cry."
(End of this chapter)