Chapter 379 The Blame

"What did he do before?" Jing Wenbin asked.

"I don't know, maybe a finance guy?" A bodyguard wanted to say something more professional, such as a finance practitioner, but when the words came to his lips, he changed them to be as rude as possible.

Jing Wenbin was surprised for a second, "I've never heard him talk about it."

Bodyguard: "Probably just an intern." What's the use of saying it or not, just give me an extra steamed bun?

The man in the kitchen returned to the sink, with a bitter face and continued to wash the dishes.

The serious attitude of working is not affected by emotions at all.

"Boss Bin, please think of a way quickly. There are too many people coming and going here. It's not good for me to bear this name. It will affect your reputation."

At this time, Jing Wenbin noticed that a line of words suddenly floated above his head like a scrolling screen: Deliberately attacking employees, punished by washing dishes for 12 hours-(Jing Wenbin) Boss Bin's bodyguard.

"Fuck," Jing Wenbin couldn't help cursing, "You are the one being punished. Why did you mention my name? Did you just mention my name?!"

This place is located in the center of the restaurant. People who come to pick up their meals come and go. You can see a fool washing dishes here, and his name is floating above his head?

He took the blame for his subordinates?

The veins on Jing Wenbin's forehead jumped violently, and there was a storm of anger brewing in his eyes.

The people inside saw that the situation was not good, buried their heads in work, and pretended not to hear.

Little did they know that the more he lowered his head, the clearer the words above appeared in front of the other party.

Jing Wenbin only felt that the line of words seemed to be laughing at him loudly and hideously.

"Bang!"

Great, he became famous, and in an absolutely unexpected situation, countless people remembered the three words Jing Wenbin!

"You," he poked the protective shield hard, and the ripples made his outline and expression tortuous and hideous, "Great."

The people inside trembled all over.

"Hey, Mr. Bin hasn't had dinner yet?"

Just when he was furious and had nowhere to vent, he suddenly heard a voice that sounded extremely hateful to him.

Looking back, it was indeed the woman who claimed to be Boss Xia.

In his eyes, Xia Yan's modest and kind smile was simply a demon waving a knife and fork and laughing loudly.

If possible, he wanted to...

"Mr. Bin seems very dissatisfied with me?" Xia Yan smiled and looked directly into his gloomy eyes, not afraid at all, and even eager to throw him in to wash the dishes together.

Now there are not enough people, if she volunteers, she can add a few more hours.

Jing Wenbin suddenly felt his breathing stagnate, as if the water around him was faintly shrinking him inward, and his limbs felt gently entangled.

He suddenly realized where he was, forced himself to swallow his emotions, tried to put on a smile, and said calmly: "Of course not, I'm just curious, Boss Xia, I remember never telling you my name, could it be that my subordinate said it?"

"Does it matter?" Xia Yan asked back.

Jing Wenbin took a deep breath, "Okay, it's okay, but I have a request-can you change the information above to his own name?"

Xia Yan moved his eyes to the line of words.

"There is a certain truth. If everyone can see it, who will break the rules? Then who will do the job of washing dishes? You can't always ask Mr. Bin's people to come. By the way, Mr. Bin has also trained them in housekeeping services? This dish is too bright."

She opened the background and canceled the setting.

"That's good."

Clear and refreshing.

Jing Wenbin's face was dark: although the process was contrary to what he thought, the result was perfect.

When he casually glanced at the people beside her, he suddenly found that one of the tall brown men looked familiar.

"You!" He walked over with big strides and reached out to pull the mask covering his face, "Who are you?!"

The tall man frowned, and his eyes burst out with extreme disgust and hatred. When he was about to touch him, he waved his hand and hit him hard.

"Pa--!"

Jing Wenbin felt pain, but his eyes did not leave his face, staring directly at the very familiar, handsome eyes that he seemed to see every day.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, "It's you! Jing Yimai!"

Xia Yan glanced between the two, "So you know each other?"

"More than knowing each other," Jing Wenbin shook his red hand and smiled excitedly, "This is my cousin, right? Cousin, I wonder if you have thought about me, your brother, during these days of fleeing? I miss you so much that I can't sleep at night~"

The bodyguard standing beside him rubbed his hands and walked slowly, his whole face filled with the ruthlessness and indifference he had experienced in the end of the world.

Do you know what is worthless?

Life.

Jing Yimai ignored him, and his deep voice penetrated the thin mask, "Where did you hide at the beginning? Under the bed? Or, in a small bathroom in the secret room?"

It was this incoherent sentence that made Jing Wenbin's face turn liver-colored.

Jing Yimai took off his mask, revealing a face that was very similar to him.

Jing Yimai smiled, and his teeth looked even whiter against his dark skin, "I guessed right."

Jing Wenbin's favorite thing before was to do some secret room escape under his villa.

A certain inconspicuous wooden board might be a secret door leading to the next room, or it might be a vertical sliding corridor.

It looks like an ordinary refrigerator for storing drinks. After pulling a switch hidden somewhere, a soft ladder will be lowered...

There are too many similar mechanisms. Jing Yimai was invited to experience it once, and he also knew that he had been making changes, adding countless cameras and small attack mechanisms.

What it turned out to be in the end, no one except him knew.

This is why Jing Yimai finally threw a fire in.

"I remember you once said that there was electricity inside. Could it be that you just huddled inside and watched them being bitten to death by zombies?"

Jing Wenbin's face was pale, and he looked at him with horror.

That was the secret he hid deep in his heart. How could Jing Yimai know it? !

Jing Yimai took a step forward, "When they screamed your name and asked you to hide and not come out, you just watched silently with your current expression? You are really a good son to your parents."

Jing Wenbin was immediately dragged by memories, and a high-definition electronic screen appeared in front of him-

On the small surveillance screens, he pointed his finger in panic to find his parents running fast in a certain screen.

Looking at the end of the passage, he saw that the latest experimental monsters-zombies were following behind them.

"How could it be? How could they spread so quickly? Didn't they say it was under control?!"

Jing Wenbin punched the wall angrily, clutching his hair with both hands in agony.

It had only been a few days, and the virus had managed to cross mountains and seas and reach his home?