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Chapter 367 Sugar cubes, performance and faint hope(2/2)

Wouldn't it be a cause for your own suffering if you stay outside like this?

......

After a while, the waitress suddenly remembered this strange guest. The other party's rare temperament impressed her. Just when she was a little lost, a thought flashed through her mind and she couldn't help but scream, "Oh, he hasn't paid the money yet!"

Suddenly, all kinds of mixed thoughts were gone. The waiter had a bitter face. Even though he knew it was impossible, he still looked out the window with faint hope.

It was white outside.

Only some rough outlines can be seen.

The waiter thought about it, but still stamped his feet, took an umbrella, and walked quickly towards the door.

She was a part-time student here, and her salary was not high, and the two cups of coffee ordered by that customer were not cheap.

Even though she knew that hope was slim, she still wanted to go out and have a look.

"Dingling~"

The doorbell made a crisp sound, but it only made the waiter's heart more anxious.

...

As soon as I walked out of the warm cafe, the bitter cold wind wrapped around snowflakes.

The breath was full of cold and harsh chills.

The waiter shuddered a lot, held the handle of the umbrella tightly with both hands to resist the cold wind and snow.

In fact, she already regrets it a little.

She wanted to turn around and go back.

However, when the foot moved, he was a little unwilling to accept it.

She bit her lip with some anger, squinted her eyes at the snowflakes blocked outside by the umbrella.

......

After some mental struggle, the waiter moved.

Step by step, she walked towards the location where the guest was before with great difficulty.

My face hurts because of the cold wind.
Chapter completed!
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