After retiring, I was pinched and spoiled by the boss

Chapter 575 Nan Sheng Saves Chu 1

Finally he agreed.

Putting on the small suit that Assistant Director Chen had prepared for him, he came here.

His mind is full of where he should spend his wages after a while.

First pay the medical fee owed by the dean's grandmother to the clinic, then buy a small skirt for Yoyo, and then go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities...

On the first day of the junior high school, I was silently thinking about it, and suddenly——

"Little brat, go with this Uncle Zhao to get something from his car, and I'll wait for you here!"

Deputy Director Chen said to Chuyi in an orderly tone.

"What are you taking?" Chu asked subconsciously.

"Don't worry about what it is, just go get it with him!" Assistant Director Chen gave Chu Yi an impatient look, and reprimanded angrily.

"But..." Chu Yi frowned and glanced at Uncle Zhao that Deputy Director Chen was talking about.

Uncle Zhao was smiling at him.

That smile made Chu Yi feel uneasy.

Why don't you go by yourself and insist on me as a child to get it?

He couldn't help slandering silently in his heart.

"But what is it! Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, do you still want wages?" Assistant Director Chen threatened coldly.

The first day of junior high school did not speak.

"Hurry up, I'll settle the wages for you when you bring the things, and I'll give you an extra 300 yuan." Deputy director Chen used both soft and hard tactics, superimposing temptations.

Salary is the weakness of the first year of junior high school.

The dean's grandmother is out of medicine, and there is no rice to cook at home...

"... Oh." He nodded in compromise, and replied lazily.

He could only leave the private room with the one surnamed Zhao.

Entering the elevator, Mr. Zhao looked at the first day of the junior high school with more and more wanton eyes.

Glowing with greed and bloodlust.

"On the first day of junior high school, do you want to be hugged by uncle?"

Seeing such a beautiful and cute little guy, Mr. Zhao was distracted and wanted to reach out to hug Chuyi.

"No! I will go by myself!"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he quickly avoided, stared at Mr. Zhao warily, and firmly refused.

Although he couldn't understand the meaning in Mr. Zhao's eyes, his intuition told him that Mr. Zhao in front of him didn't look like a good person...

On the first day of junior high school, I felt uneasy and regretted it.

He shouldn't have come here with Deputy Director Chen!

Soon, the elevator reaches the underground parking lot.

The parking lot was very quiet, and there was no one in sight.

Mr. Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to hug Chuyi forcibly, "Chuyi is good, come and uncle hug you—"

"I do not want!"

Chuyi shouted violently, feeling the danger immediately.

Realizing that something was wrong, he turned around and was about to run.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Mr. Zhao grabbed the back collar.

Mr. Zhao lost his patience, and simply stopped pretending, and said with a sullen face, "Don't want anything?! Little thing, don't be ashamed—ah!"

But before he finished speaking, Chuyi bit his wrist hard.

In the panic, the first day of the junior high school tried his best to nurse, and Mr. Zhao screamed out of the pain.

Mr. Zhao was furious.

With a jerk.

On the first day of junior high school, he was thrown and fell to the ground, and he was in a daze.

"You little bastard, how dare you bite me?!"

Mr. Zhao was furious, with a gloomy face and fierce eyes, he gnashed his teeth fiercely, "Look at how the hell I killed you today!!"

After all, the first day of junior high school was just a child of a few years old, who was so frightened by Mr. Zhao's vicious look that he sat on the ground and couldn't move.

He was so frightened that his eyes filled with tears, he even forgot to cry, unable to escape, he could only watch Mr. Zhao's claws reach out to him...

And just as Mr. Zhao's hand was about to grasp the first day of junior high school, a high-heeled shoe came through the air.

It hit Mr. Zhao on the bridge of the nose with great precision.

"Ah...uh..."