You Are My Rare Passion

The waiter didn't talk back.

If it was his immediate superior who scolded him like this, he would explain that it wasn't that he came late, but that the door was blocked.

But he definitely couldn't explain it to Guo Weimao in this way.

If he explained this to Guo Weimao, he would be suspected of fanning the flames.

He said kindly, "I'm sorry, I went to find insecticide, and now I have killed the bees outside, you can come out now."

According to him, he killed all the bees outside, and the Guo family came out of the bathroom.

A family of three, all of them were stung with bumps all over their heads, swollen like a pig's head.

Seeing the waiter holding the insecticide, Guo Weimao asked angrily, "Where's that little bastard who threw bees on my son?"

The waiter was silent for two seconds: "I don't know."

"Call the police! I want to call the police!" Guo Weimao took out his phone trembling with anger.

The waiter looked at him for a moment, then suddenly said: "The little guest said that the reason why he threw bees into your room was because your son threw bees at his brother's feet first. Are you sure you want to call the police?"

In fact, he didn't want to talk too much, but if the guests called the police, it would have an impact on the hotel, and it would cause a lot of trouble.

So, he had to remind him a lot.

Guo Weimao's hand holding the phone froze, and his face, swollen into a pig's head, turned green.

yes!

He still remembers that because his son threw the honeycomb under the feet of other people's children and stung the other people's children, the adults of that child's family came to him.

His wife plausibly told people that children are ignorant, let the adults have a lot of them, and don't care about them like ignorant children.

His wife just knows that the police will not take care of children playing pranks, and even if the other party is angry, there is nothing they can do about them, so she has nothing to fear.

But now, the one who threw honeycombs on his son was also a child, so what's the use of calling the police?

His hand holding the phone was shaking so badly that the waiter was a little worried that he would be out of epilepsy.

He sincerely persuaded: "Sir, calm down, I think your family is seriously injured, why don't you go to the hospital first and deal with it?"

"Your hotel is responsible!" Guo Weimao rushed up and grabbed the waiter by the collar and shouted: "We are guests of your hotel, and we were stung by bees like this in your hotel. You must pay for medical expenses and mental damage!"

The waiter thought for a while and said sincerely: "Sir, if the bees flew in by accident, our hotel must be responsible, but the bees were thrown in deliberately because you provoked others first. Our hotel does not need to take responsibility, if the husband insists on compensation from our hotel, we should call the police!"

"You! You!" Guo Weimao trembled angrily: "You little waiter, how dare you talk to me like that? What do you know? Call me your manager!"

The waiter shrugged, took out the walkie-talkie and called the manager.

The manager is here soon.

Guo Weimao repeated his request.

As a result, the manager looked towards the waiter.

Guo Weimao said angrily, "What do you think he is doing? Are you the manager, or is he the manager?"

"It's true that I'm the manager," the manager pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "but he's the son of our boss."

Qin Junye, who was standing at the door watching the excitement, couldn't help but let out an "oh shit".