Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1016 Infinite Spacetime Hotel (1016)

Chapter 1016 1016. Infinite Spacetime Hotel (56)

"Ah?" Meng Ye's two sisters both exclaimed softly.

Meng Ye's mother sighed.

"What a pity, he's a very good child."

"Yeah, what a pity." Meng Ye said and returned to his bedroom.

——I’m so…

——Can’t you let me see whether she is sad or not?

——She must be sad, otherwise why would she cry secretly?

——I just want to know why she is so abnormal.

——I want to know too.

——Is it possible that it is innate?

——It’s unlikely, there must be something wrong.

——Where is this again?

——How dark!

——This can’t be hell!

——What the hell? Isn't this a cafe?

——It’s not that dark, you’ll be fine once you get used to it.

——Is it a cafe, or a cafe inside a dance hall?

——It seems like there are people dancing outside and you can drink coffee here.

——Hey? Isn't that Ping'er?

——What is Ping'er doing?

——Looks like a waiter in a coffee shop.

--Yes.

Ping'er was making coffee for people and joking with them with a smile. Then she fluttered around like a happy butterfly.

Meng Ye sat at one end of the coffee shop, supporting his chin with his hand, with a quiet and distant smile on his face, watching Ping'er moving among a group of men.

——Does anyone feel that this is a little familiar?

——It seems like 105 is working as the front desk?

——No, no, although 105 is also very happy and likes to joke with people, but 105 gives people a more sunny feeling.

——Don’t compare Ping’er, who is in her 20s, with 50, who is 105 years old. It’s unfair.

——Ping'er's attitude is a bit...frivolous.

——Yes, this description is very accurate. It’s also a joke. 105 is more natural, but Ping’er is a bit exaggerated.

Although Meng Ye was just sitting quietly, he still attracted a lot of attention because the clothes he wore were not quiet and were always flashing fluorescent light under the lights.

It's impossible for people not to see her.

Several groups of people have come over to chat with her, and some have even asked her to dance.

"No, thank you." Meng always politely refused.

Two more people walked in.

--Huh?

——Is it Zhao Cheng?

--Yes.

——This was... when they first met?

--should be.

Ping'er poured Meng Ye a glass of boiled water. Meng Ye was drinking it intermittently and did not notice the two people.

Lin Xi and the other four did not sit down, but stood beside Meng Ye.

Although there were plenty of seats in the cafe, they were worried that if they sat down, someone would come and sit in their seat and accidentally sit on their lap.

——The other person, is it Damin?

——I don’t know. Who knows what Damin looks like?

——He should be very handsome, otherwise why would Ping'er cry like that.

——Ping'er's crying seemed to have nothing to do with how handsome he looked.

——Many bad guys are not handsome, but for some reason, many girls are attracted to them like moths to a flame.

——Hey, wait, I’m sure this person is Damin.

——How can you be sure?

——Not handsome, thin, not very tall. Also, does he look a bit like someone?

——Are you talking about the boss? Not really!

——Well, it’s still… a little bit similar.

——Fuck!!!

——Have we solved the mystery so soon?

——If this is the person Meng Ye loves the most, then she has found the reason why she is so miserable even though she does not seem to be in love with her boss.

——Oh my god, those words that Meng Ye used to warn Ping'er later were not meant for himself, right?

——Do you know what I am most afraid of hearing from you right now?

——What I fear most is hearing you say that you have only just realized that the person you love the most is Damin.

——But it’s good, with this person around, you will have a reason for whatever you do in the future. Moreover, you will have a reason to hurt anyone, no one can win over the dead.

——Oh my God, no way!

——Why not?

——But if Meng Ye loves Damin so much, why doesn’t he just be with him?

——Can you please stop guessing?

——First of all, this person doesn’t look like the boss at all, except that he is not handsome enough, is thin, and is not very tall.

——Secondly, it is impossible for Meng to be so calm when suddenly facing the death of the person she loves at the age of 24.

——Finally, Damin later had Xiaoyuan, which means that he didn’t love Meng Ye that much.

——Meng Ye was so rational at this time, how could she fall in love with someone who didn’t love her that much.

——I agree with everything else, but I cannot agree with the last sentence.

——There is no reason for love. Many people fall in love with someone who doesn’t love them.

——Oh, let’s continue watching. Can you please stop being a master of emotions?

——Yes, yes, just look at it.

Zhao Cheng and Damin came to the opposite side of Meng Ye and sat down.

Meng Ye, who was looking at the cup, noticed it, raised his head and looked at the two people expressionlessly.

——Oh shit, I suddenly realized that Meng Ye’s personality is quite lethal to men.

——No, Meng Ye’s personality is not very lethal to men, but very lethal to little boys.

——Well, I understand why her love interests are so young.

——Maybe older people would think she’s pretending?

——But I don’t think she is pretending, she just is, the hot weather brings with it a cold breath.

"Hello, can I ask you to dance?"

The first person to speak was not Zhao Cheng, but the boy next to him, whose name might be Damin.

"Thank you, but I won't." Meng still politely refused.

Seeing that his companion was coldly rejected, Zhang Cheng did not say anything, but ordered another cup of coffee and spoke to Ping'er.

"Ping'er, give the extra cup to this person..."

"Brother, my friend doesn't drink coffee." Ping'er directly refused on Meng's behalf. "She only drinks water."

"Oh, then I'll give you the extra cup!" Zhang Cheng said. "You must be tired after running all afternoon and night."

"Okay, then I won't be polite." Ping'er smiled.

Zhang Cheng took out the money and put it on Ping'er's tray.

"keep the change."

Watching Zhang Cheng and the others sit at a table in the distance, Ping'er whispered in Meng Ye's ear.

"Xiaoye, just sit here and you will receive a lot of my coffee and tips."

Meng also smiled and nodded to Ping'er.

——Well, I have a question.

——Meng Ye is actually not that pretty, right!

——Yes, it’s just ordinary.

——But why, no matter whether she is young or old, there are always so many things to treat her to?

——Maybe, she stands out in this dance hall and cafe?

——What about in that hotel? She is 50 years old. Why?

——First, she didn’t look like she was 50. Second, she was really sincere to others, unlike now.

——Now, she treats others very well, for example, to Ping'er.