He's saving her?!
She thought that he should be happy to see her humiliated. The more unfortunate and tortured she was, the more happy he would be.
At this moment, another drunk Han beats Ye Wenming. Ye Wenming pushes Zhuo qianyun in his arms to one side, then raises his hand and punches the other party in the abdomen.
Zhuo qianyun naturally knows that ye Wenming is not weak. When they were together, he would find professional fighters to fight against each other. She had seen him several times.
So for the moment, she would not worry that he could not beat the two drunkards.
Just to her surprise, why did he save her?!
Sure enough, after a while, the Two Drunkards had been beaten and begged for mercy. Their original drunkenness was mostly sober, and they almost ran away in a hurry.
Ye Wenming walked to Zhuo qianyun, "after that, don't set up a stall here."
At the thought of the harassment just now, if he wasn't there, would she be succeeded by those two drunkards?
Thinking of this, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and even felt that it was too cheap for them to leave just like that.
Zhuo qianyun suddenly chuckled, "so, is Mr. Ye going to cut off my life completely? It's not enough to send those people to make trouble, but we have to send two more people to play and warn them in person? In fact, you might as well not use your hand, so that I may learn a little more deeply. "
Ye Wenming's brow frowned. "Today, these two people are not sent by Ziyin."
"So, that is to say, Kong Ziyin sent the troublemakers a few days ago?" Zhuo qianyun road.
Ye Wenming's thin lips tightly pursed, did not refute, but acquiesced.
Zhuo qianyun's lip corners are raised even more, but what is revealed in that smile is bitterness and astringency.
It's really Kong Ziyin. She has been in such a situation, but she still refuses to let her go? No... or to say, it's the man in front of her who really refuses to let her go.
"What is Mr. Ye doing here today? Just to warn me not to continue to set up stalls? " Zhuo qianyun said, looking at the time, it was almost time to close the stall, so she began to clean up the tables and chairs, and then put the dishes and some unburned ingredients one by one.
Ye Wenming watched her pack things coldly. "So, do you want to continue to set up a stall here?"
"How can I live without a stall?" She looked up at him coldly. "I have limited ability. I've been in prison, and it's hard to find a job. With this cooking skill, I can still set up a stall. Of course, if you really want to cut off my life, there should be many ways to do it."
His mind, suddenly filled with waves, he really forgot, even though she was an excellent secretary, has its professional ability, but there is a case, just afraid that no formal company will employ her.
The days after she was released from prison... Even though he had been investigated and understood by others, now I think it's more bitter than he thought.
"What if I get you a job? Can you not set up a stall here? " So the words came out of his mouth.
Zhuo qianyun looked at Ye Wenming in surprise, "Mr. Ye, you are joking."
At the bottom of his heart, ye Wenming is also surprised. Why does he say that?!