[R18] Ruanxiang (1v1)h – “Ruanxiang (1v1)h” Don’t hit anyone [English]

This was the first time Wang Zhaodi was beaten by a man. Although he only hit his arm, all the cashiers around him saw it.

She felt extremely embarrassed. She stared at Chen Xiang in humiliation, pointed at her and scolded her, “Okay, I found a man to support you, how shameless!”

“You think I don’t hit women, do you?” Liao Jun raised his hand to scare her, but Wang Zhaodi ran away holding her head, shouting, “Help! Someone is going to hit me!”

Chen Xiang thought he was really going to hit someone, so she held his arm and begged softly, “Don’t hit someone.”

Two soft breasts squeezed He’s arm. Liao Jun lowered his eyes and looked down. The fire in his heart dissipated a little, but he still pinched She’s face unhappily, “She bullies you, and you still turn on her.”

Chen Xiang has always had low self-esteem. Even if she is bullied, she feels that it is right. No one would be willing to be friends with a poor person like her. Wang Zhaodi and Zhang Qinghua both have some money at home, and they have group dinners when they have nothing to do. Chen Xiang has been watching with envy. She really wants to be friends with Wang Zhaodi and the others, but she is not worthy.

Wang Zhaodi, they look down on her.

Others came over when they heard the commotion, and the boss came too. The cashier explained to him in a few words that it was the man brought by Chen Xiang who wanted to beat him up, which scared Wang Zhaodi away.

Chen Xiang hurriedly said, “No, no, he didn’t mean to hit anyone.”

Liao Jun has long been accustomed to being misunderstood by others. At family dinners, no one ever listens to what he says. They don’t understand Liao Jun’s club, and they still want to express their opinions on the club. In the end, they want you to agree unconditionally. Liao Jun started to use swear words to retort, and then responded silently, and he was too lazy to explain.

Such a tall and thick man, standing in front of a woman who was no bigger than He’s chest, was eager to explain to He with a pale face, not wanting others to misunderstand He, and grabbed He’s arm with his small hands, and the tight force made Liao Jun’s heart feel hot.

The boss had heard Zhang Qinghua and others talk about Chen Xiang early in the morning. When faced with Chen Xiang’s explanation, the boss just frowned and said, “Okay, stop talking, Chen Xiang, just pay your salary and go.”

Chen Xiang became hoarse. After a long moment, she lowered her head and said, “Okay.”

She was so wronged that she didn’t say a word and gritted her teeth to prevent tears from falling.

Liao Jun couldn’t see how frustrated she was, so he stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and said to the boss, “You set a price, and I’ll buy this supermarket.”

Everyone present stared in astonishment, including Chen Xiang in Liao Jun’s arms. She raised her head to come out, but Liao Jun pressed her head and pushed her back into her arms.

The boss shook his head and said he wouldn’t sell it. Liao Junchong stretched out his hand to count, “Do you want to sell it or not?”

The boss hesitated for a while and said, “Go in and talk.”

Liao Jun held Chen Xiang in one hand and walked in. The other cashiers all opened their eyes and shouted in disbelief, “Is that man crazy? Are you going to buy this supermarket?”

“Isn’t he just trying to get Wang Zhaodi fired and vent his anger on Chen Xiang?”

“Does he have that much money?”

“I think he should be very rich. Chen Xiang is really lucky.”

After a group of people finished speaking bitterly, they all returned to their respective posts and bowed their heads to work, but they all felt unhappy. Why did Chen Xiang, a bumpkin who picked up rags, meet a tall, rich and handsome man like Liao Jun? They couldn’t understand it.

The boss took Liao Jun and Chen Xiang directly to the warehouse. There was a desk and a chair inside. Liao Jun directly carried the chair over with one hand and placed Chen Xiang on the chair.

The boss took out his business card and asked Liao Jun, “I haven’t asked yet, what’s your surname?”

“You don’t need to know my name. From now on, this supermarket will belong to her, so write her name.” Liao Jun rubbed Chen Xiang’s shoulder with his big palm, and his heart was still warm, filled with the tenderness of a woman’s small hands.

The woman’s name is also nice, he murmured in a low voice, turned his head to look, and couldn’t help but reach out and pinch the woman’s dull face.

“Chen Xiang.”