100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 1237 Twelve Hours

Wang Ping was taken aback at first, then his back, which had been bent by the weight of life, suddenly straightened up a bit. He frowned and looked at Jin Huan with a hint of displeasure.

No one would be happy to be cursed to death by someone else.

Even though his edges had long been worn down by life.

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to say that?" he retorted in a deep voice, though his words weren't particularly forceful.

After all, the other party was a customer, and he was just an unknown technician.

Jin Huan chuckled lightly: "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she lazily closed her eyes, letting the female masseuse behind her gently massage her head. Wang Ping wanted to continue, but Shi Qingsong had no intention of doing so.

His lips were as white as paper, and any normal person would know that his complexion was abnormal.

If something really happens here, who can say for sure?

The manager came over quickly, and was about to ask Wang Ping how he had offended the customer, who insisted on replacing him, when he opened the door and was immediately frightened by the person he saw!

The person before me had a face as white as paper and lips deathly pale!

To the naked eye, it showed absolutely no signs of life!

"Wang... Wang Ping, what happened to you?!" The manager's voice trembled as he spoke.

She clearly remembered that Wang Ping was normal when she saw him come to work at noon, so how did he become like this in the evening?

"Manager, I'm just a little tired, it's nothing."

Wang Ping wasn't just bragging; he genuinely felt no discomfort. The manager, upon hearing this, knew that this man probably hadn't looked in a mirror before and didn't realize how bad his complexion looked.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say. But one thing she was clear about was that no one should get into trouble in the store!

The woman first smiled apologetically at the two guests in the private room, then arranged for a male technician to come over, and hurriedly led Wang Ping out.

"Manager, that order from earlier, it was mine."

"Don't worry, it's on you. Wang Ping, go home and rest tonight. Don't worry, I won't deduct your pay. Go to the hospital tomorrow and I'll apply for paid leave for you. What's the use of making a lot of money? Health is the most important thing."

As she spoke, she suppressed the horrification in her body and patted Wang Ping on the shoulder.

Men care about money the most.

Hearing what the leader said, I naturally didn't insist on anything further.

However, what the leader said was indeed true. He really needed to go to the hospital to get checked out. He was the pillar of his family, and if he collapsed, what would happen to his mother and younger siblings?

Only then did he lower his head and quietly thank the manager.

Then I went to the staff changing room to change my clothes, and took the electric scooter key and walked out.

The winter winds are particularly biting.

The air was damp and chilly.

He unconsciously shrank his neck.

This thin coat offered no protection against the biting cold.

I finally made it downstairs, trembling with fear.

He staggered up the stairs, but for some reason, his body suddenly felt extremely heavy. He was panting and out of breath after climbing only two floors.

After finally reaching the fourth floor, he rested against the door frame for a while before taking out his keys.

The rusty lock was difficult to open. He struggled for a while before finally hearing a "click".

The old-fashioned iron gate always creaked as it swayed.

Because of the nature of his job, his full-length mirror is placed by the door, directly facing it, so he can see his appearance immediately every time he goes to and from work, and today is no exception.

The instant the lights came on.

The key in my hand clicked to the ground...