On the verge of widowhood

After so many encounters, Bai Qing began to subconsciously examine the people around him, what if the other party is a half-demon?

The first thing he thought of was the waiters in Yuli. There were two classes of waiters in Yuli, a total of twelve people, almost all of them were girls and boys in their twenties. He was sitting in his shop flipping through a book, Secretly looked at the guy who came to refill his lemon juice from time to time, the young man who gave him the transfer contract that day.

Bai Zi made such a big commotion that day, but he didn't respond at all. He must be a half-demon, right?

Thinking about Bai Qing's eyes on him became even more eager.

He Bingzhu bit the bullet to add water to his boss. He always felt that the boss looked at him like a rabbit saw the grass by the side of the nest and insisted on forcibly holding back the green light.