Pei Yi looked at her, neither admitting nor denying.

"I've already bought the bill, and I haven't asked you to pay for the medical expenses. Even if they make trouble, what does it have to do with you." His tone became colder, "Still, what does it have to do with you and Zhang Xiangwen?"

Qiao Ange's lips turned pale: "Don't you know best about my relationship with Mr. Zhang? I can't find a job in Beijing and can't go anywhere else. Isn't it all thanks to you? You force me

I can only stay at Qingfeng Restaurant, so you don’t know who he is?"

"It's good that you know," Pei Yi reached out and held the back of her head, forcing her forehead to touch his. "The debt you owed a few years ago should be paid back now. Zhang Xiangwen is Yuan Yutang's friend.

, Their life and death are all in my hands, so you know what to do."

His voice was as soft as a whisper between lovers.

But his words made Qiao Ange's heart fall into an abyss.

He always seemed to be able to see through her easily. Maybe he knew what she was thinking when she sat down.

He was not prepared to give her any way out.

"Tell them to stop." Qiao Ange's voice trembled slightly.

"Are you begging me?"

"Yes, I'm begging you." She lowered her head, her eyes turning red.

Pei Yi let go of his hand and took out his mobile phone, wondering who he was sending a message to.

The caller called Pei Yi's name, and he stood up and walked in.

Qiao Ange was still sitting there, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

Xiaolu called again and said that someone had picked up all those people and the money had been lost. She was relieved a little.

"Sister Qiao, there is something else I want to tell you. The glass shard was on the cup in their private room. The cup was thrown into the trash can in the back corridor. Chuancai Shengyangyang said that he saw it was a man with blue hair.

The man threw it, do you think we should call the police?"

The person with cyan hair should be the one who told her to eat the pieces.

As expected, it was they themselves who were thieves and shouted to catch the thieves.

"No, just put that cup away. I may be delayed for a while and will go back later."

Since Pei Yi had already given up, she didn't want to make the matter any bigger. Maybe today, he would just give her a warning.

And his methods are far more than that.

By the time Pei Yi came out of the consulting room, it was almost 12 noon.

He covered his damaged eye and thrust a bill into her hand: "Go get the medicine."

Seeing that his face turned pale and he never took his hand away, Qiao Ange frowned unconsciously.

She went to the hospital pharmacy and came back with more than a dozen kinds of medicines, some for internal use and some for external application. The most common ones were eye drops, large and small, with five or six bottles.

The pharmacist told her how to use each, and she wrote them down one by one.

"Can I leave?" Qiao Ange asked softly.

When he's not talking, he has that pitiful melancholy temperament.

"where to?"

Hearing her voice, he put down his hands, put on his sunglasses, and returned to his usual expression.

"Where do you live? I'll take you back." Qiao Ange just wanted to send this great god away as soon as possible.

"How many people live in the dormitory of your store?" he asked abruptly.

"I don't live in a dormitory, I rent a house outside." Qiao Ange's voice was light, "There is nothing about me that you don't know."

"Then go to the house you rent." Pei Yi stood up and walked out first.

Qiao Ange looked at his back, she really couldn't understand him more and more.

The place where she rents a house is an urban village, very close to the restaurant, about a 10-minute walk.

She lives on the second floor of a small apartment with a courtyard, and the landlord and his wife live on the lower floor. However, they usually stay at their son's house and rarely come back.

There are two rooms above, one for her to live in and the other for her miscellaneous items.

Seeing Pei Yi inspecting every corner like a leader inspecting, Qiao Ange put his medicine on the coffee table in the living room and said, "You can take a rest here. I have to go back to work. Please lock the door for me when I leave."

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"I won't leave, and I won't lock the door, and you can't go to work." Pei Yi refused three times in a row, then lay down on the sofa like an uncle, "Come here and give me some eye drops."

"Pei Yi——" Qiao Ange wanted to say that she was not his maid, but she gave up thinking that he would come back later.

She opened several bottles of eye drops, took one bottle first, then squatted next to the sofa, opened his eyelids with two fingers, and quickly put the eye drops in with her other hand.

It might hurt a little, and Pei Yi frowned slightly.

She just saw some redness and swelling around his eyes, which was probably caused by the doctor cleaning his prosthetic eyes.

She had seen how doctors used cotton swabs to clean eyeballs, so she also knew how painful it was.

After a few minutes, she ordered the second one for him.

After finishing all the eye drops, she put the eye patch on him and said softly: "I will set an alarm clock for you and throw it away in half an hour. You will take the medicine in the evening. You don't have to leave, but I

I have to go back to work. If you need anything, please call me."

Qiao Ange finished speaking, but there was no response from Pei Yi.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she even went to feel his breath.

Breathing evenly, he was asleep.

Qiao Ange breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the floor, feeling that what he just did was really stupid and funny.

At this time, the store was no longer busy. Qiao Ange changed back into work clothes. Chang Li, the cashier at the front desk, said to her: "The chef said that the dish that was redone was not their responsibility and would not sign for it."

"Bring me the slip and I'll sign it." Pei Yi came here for her, and it really has nothing to do with anyone else.

After signing, she went upstairs and saw Xiaolu leaning on the railing at the corner and sighing. She asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sister Qiao, I tell you, don't take everything on yourself from now on. The guests will throw glass shards into the dishes themselves. As soon as you come forward, they will settle the bill and compensate for the broken things. It's just a plate.

It’s just food. Even if Mr. Zhang knows about it, he won’t let you pay for it yourself. Don’t you know what kind of tricks Chang Li is playing? She and the head chef are wearing the same pants now!"

Seeing how indignant she was, Qiao Ange smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense. You can't make jokes like this. Old Liu got married a long time ago and his son is in kindergarten."

"It's true," Xiaolu pulled Qiao Ange to a place where no one was around, and whispered into her ear. "Last night, I went down to look for water and saw the two of them coming out of room 205. They were disheveled. They must be...

Did that."
Chapter completed!