"President Jiang is right in everything he does," said Yan mu.

He's a flatterer, too? This flattery is much better than Xu Feng. Xu Feng stands there alone and reflects on himself. Is it because he doesn't flatter at ordinary times, so the boss always scolds him?

Yes, it must be.

"No -- brother Yan, please help me. For the sake of me coming to you often and helping you return a lot of repeat customers, would you please help me beg for mercy?" fan Tingting hugged Yan Mu's thigh.

She doesn't want to be thrown into the oil pan.

"It's not that I don't help, but there's nothing I can do. Think about the way you just threw President Jiang into the oil pot! She always has revenge. Who makes you have to feel bad with her?" Yan Mu pushed fan Tingting away.

Anyone who offends Jiang xiaorou doesn't work. Yanmu is a bar owner. He doesn't have the courage.

"You know me quite well." Jiang xiaorou smiled at Yan mu.

Shit! Xu Feng is sour. The boss smiles at Yan Mu and at other men. Look at yourself again. It's like being adjusted. Hey! It's all men with so much pay difference.

"No, I just pay more attention to President Jiang. Who makes you a man of the moment and a good example for us to learn." Yan Mu is so modest.

Jiang xiaorou's two long legs turned up and sat in a chair. With his small hand stretched out, Yan Mu immediately helped her light a cigarette. Xu Feng is half a beat slow, otherwise it should be his job. What's the matter?

"I'll leave this woman to you so as not to dirty my hands," said Jiang xiaorou.

Yan Mu nodded. He went over and grabbed fan Tingting and dragged her to the oil pan. He was very aggressive without hesitation.

"No, no, brother Yan, please, no..."

Fan Tingting was scared to death. She had been struggling. When her head reached in, tears fell into the pot and water into the oil pot. In an instant, it crackled. Fan Tingting was afraid to cry and couldn't help it.

I'm so scared.

"Help! Help!"

Fan Tingting shouted and shouted. Her voice was almost broken.

It's no use. Yanmu won't let go unless Jiang xiaorou stops.

"Don't blame me. You offended someone you shouldn't offend." Yan Mu said coldly.

Hold fan Tingting's hand and press her directly into the oil pan. Fan Tingting suddenly collapsed. She struggled but it was useless. She had to give up. She was blind and had a problem in her brain. Who didn't offend Jiang xiaorou was her problem.

"Stop."

Jiang xiaorou suddenly shouted.

Yan Mu immediately stopped. Fan Tingting rolled away from the oil pan, rolled to Jiang xiaorou's heel, and knelt frantically at her. She was so scared and stupid that she was so flustered.

"Thousands of mistakes are all my fault. I apologize to you and your son. Please spare my life. Please, please."

Fan Tingting was stunned.

Jiang xiaorou shouted to stop. It was not that she sympathized with fan Tingting, but that it was too cruel to throw a person into the oil pan. She was not a miserable person. But fan Tingting should pay for her behavior, which is Jiang xiaorou's principle.

People don't offend her, she doesn't offend, but who dares to offend her, Jiang xiaorou will pay it back a hundred times.

"You know this man!" Jiang xiaorou threw fan Tingting a business card.

She picked it up.

"Yes."

Of course, I know. The person on the business card is fan Tingting's competitor and the first sister in the hand mold industry. She usually pulls and likes to bully new people. Fan Tingting has been bullied by her before.

No matter how high fan Tingting climbs, the first sister will never see it. She steps on her head from time to time. The relationship between them is that between you and me.

"Give you two choices, either jump into the oil pot now and cancel our account, or sign the contract. You are her personal assistant from now on. Take the salary, but you must work for two years." Jiang xiaorou is very aggressive and throws a labor contract to fan Tingting.

No one will jump into the oil pot by themselves. Jiang xiaorou expects fan Tingting to choose the latter.

Let her be an assistant to her most hated opponent and be called as a servant girl every day. For fan Tingting, life is better than death. It can also sharpen her arrogant temper. Jiang xiaorou feels that this punishment is OK.

"President Jiang, this..." fan Tingting's hand shaking with the contract.

Jumping into an oil pot or being a personal assistant to a sister will kill fan Tingting.

"Hesitate? Why don't I help you choose? Just jump into the oil pan? It's better than being called for two years, huh?" Jiang xiaorou chose the last thing for fan Tingting.

Fan Tingting had no choice but to sign the contract and collapsed in an instant, but now she doesn't have to jump into the oil pot. She can breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.

"Wait, who the hell are you?" fan Tingting asked when she saw Jiang xiaorou was leaving.

Jiang xiaorou smiled: "you don't deserve to know my identity."