Lin Zhuangguo scurried home, not forgetting to turn back and say to Lin Zhenghui, "Bro, they've made a chicken pot for a late-night snack. I'm going home to grab some chicken feet and will have a few drinks later."
"Oh!" Lin Zhenghui acknowledged.
For some reason, upon seeing the stunningly beautiful Meifeng in front of him, Lin Zhenghui couldn't help but think back to his middle school days, sneaking peeks at her on her wedding night.
With that image in mind, his manhood started to rebel.
"My guesthouse indeed needs one or two more pairs of hands—to clean rooms in the morning and replace bed covers. Just work in the morning for 150 bucks, would you do it?"
Lin Zhenghui had thought it through.
The cleaners from Xinxing Hotel come over in the morning and receive a red envelope of 200 yuan each time. It would be better to leave this job to this mature beauty.
In doing so, he could help solve her employment problem.
"Really?" Jiang Meifeng asked excitedly.
