The Slaughterman of Love

When having lunch, Jiang Jun talked about “our company’s golden

ther fried fat pork with hot pepper. Everyone ate with might and main, scramblin

red a woman who was slightly hunchbacked, “Fetch

and never in focus. She fetched a basin of water, took off Jiang Youyou’s shoes and put her feet into the basin. Jiang Youy

ead and smiled at Jiang Youyou with weirdness and flattery. H

pull her feet away, but the woman pressed them

lower-level client at most, could I make money? What’s more, in all likelihood I couldn’t recruit a single one, so how could I make a lot of money?” Jiang Jun was made speechless all at once, an

the answer: yes of course. If I couldn’t attr

per. It seemed that nobody had d

the woman who was washing feet for Jiang Youyo. The woman hurriedly took the basin away. An Hua stood aside and winked at Jiang Youyo

arguing back in class previously who had be

ssness and guilt. Jiang Jun came over to give her a hug. “Your friend w

ned to be very

burst their white t-shirt. Their facial expressions could not be dete

breathing se

ive her another chance. She is very popular

oldly. “Not until she is in