What’s the experience of going out with the rich generation?
The secret room escaped, and a rich second-generation girl suddenly rides on my back and gives me the groove!
I told her to apologize when the secret room got away, and she thought I was blackmailing her, and she gave me $5,000!
How can you do that?
I went to the secret room alone that day.
The theme of the secret room is the Old House of the Village Expedition. At the first entrance, there was a cathedral, with a large black coffin, which was half-open, and a climate of terror had been created.
There’s a couple and two girls, both pretty, one long hair and one short hair and a nice body.
The couple had been held together from the beginning, with the girl holding her boyfriend’s waist and her head under her boyfriend’s arm, which was funny, while the two accompanying girls were holding their arms, standing in place, shaking and afraid to enter the temple.
Oh, a bunch of chicks.
As I’ve seen 900 episodes of Conan, hundreds of horror films, I’ve played over 50 plays, and the people call it Edogawa Xiao Conan, it’s too easy for me to escape this little game.
And I walked into the Hall of God, and they came with hesitation.
Next, it’s time to show my masculinity and intelligence.
I swiped my eyes and said, “The tunnel is inside the coffin, I’m going to look for the machine. I’m sorry.
The coffin was half-open, and I went in and found no body, but a bed of broken blankets. I stretched my hand out of the covers, I grabbed the bump, I pressed it, and the wall on the side of the casket swung a twirl, and it opened a big hole.
I took the lead, and several others rolled their way through the coffins into the narrow closed passage. You’re breathing and you’re going to take a break.
Long-haired girls shot in the spot and hit me in the back with their hands strangling my neck. At the moment when she jumped on my back, an electric current ran straight through my spine.
Open your heart! The liver and intestines are broken!
I couldn’t keep up my throat, so I screamed “aah.”
It’s over, my waist!
She didn’t realize anything was wrong with me and she was still hanging on my back.
I shot her in the arm.
She’s just coming off me. She’s sorry she didn’t say anything.
In order not to spoil everyone’s pleasure, I had to hold on to the whole process. Then there’s a more scary part of it than a horrid one.
Long hair is like a monkey who screams and I’m dragged around.
Half an hour later, we finally escaped. Walking out of the secret room, I held my back, I took a cold breath, I looked at the long-haired girl with no good breath, and I suggested to her nakedly.
I don’t want you to pay, at least add a little…
But I didn’t realize that the long-haired girl who had just been scared of the monkey in the secret room had come out and dressed up cold, twisted her head to fix her long-haired hair and left me in the air.
Joker is me.
Wang Defa?
Is that how nine years of compulsory education teach you?
Just as I mobilized all my brain cells and figured out what to do. When she had a moment, the guy had a laugh at her companions and turned his hand and was ready to leave.
When we’re straight, right? So I couldn’t take care of the pain between my waists, and one arrow went over and held her.
“Hey, can’t even say an apology? I’m sorry.
She turned around, looked at me for nothing, waved my hand back.
“Isn’t it just a hug in the secret room? What, you think you’re losing it? I’m sorry.
Or am I taking advantage of you?
And I choked in my throat, and raised my volume, and said, “Beware of yourself, who would let you hold him?” Come on, you broke my waist. Tell me what to do. I’m sorry.
I guess she didn’t think I was tough enough to turn her head and whisper to her companion, who looked at me with contempt.
The girl then pulled out her cell phone in front of me.
I’m a little sleepy.
What do you mean?
“Wise. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Ghosts pulled out their cell phones, opened their tweets and cleaned her card.
The other side passed, the head looked like himself, and the two words “huh.”
Oh, names are so annoying.
But why would she give me credit?
When I was stomping, I suddenly saw a transfer from her Twitter chat page.
I watched the transfer for a few seconds, and by the time I looked up, the two were in the elevator.
Who am I? Where am I? What happened?
I immediately wrote to the girls: What do you mean? What’s with the money?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Leave me alone. Delete. Bye.
Hey, hey! I just wanted an apology. I didn’t mean to blackmail. Money is great?
But the $5,000 is like a slap on my face. It’s hot.
I’ll go back to her: I don’t need your money, I’m in trouble!
Message sent failed, not your best friend.
I drove to the hospital, registered, lined up until I lay in the MRI, and I cursed the vicious woman in my heart.
Ten minutes later, when the examination was over, the mid-aged doctor took the film and pointed it at my vertebrae, and said, “You see, boy, it’s not too big, but you have to rest for a while. Many young people now have vertebrate problems, sitting in their offices every day and not exercise. You can’t sit long. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, Doctor. When will my waist recover? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know, maybe a week, maybe a month, depending. I’m sorry.
I just played a secret room to escape. Why did I end up in the hospital with a vertebrae?
I’m the worst secret room escaper. I don’t think anyone’s against it.
I came out of the hospital and I immediately drove to the secret room to find my boss and ask for registration information on the vicious woman.
The boss gave me a cigarette and said, “Brother, I’ll pay you even if I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m sorry.
“It’s not about the money. She has to apologize, or it’s too much for her. I’m sorry.
“Don’t be so angry, listen to me, the girl is a bad person, she’s not a name card, she’s a very different person, she’s rich, she’s expensive, and we’re better off without trouble. I’m sorry.
Oh, you can do whatever you want with money?
Listen to the boss, I’m even more angry and angry.
“Come on, don’t talk to me. Just tell me her registered number. I promise I won’t get involved with you. I’m sorry.
The boss had to take out the registration form.
I got her number. I called her right away.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me who escaped from the secret room with you today. You gave me $5,000, I tell you…”
I didn’t finish my speech, and she just yelled “mental, addicted” and then hung up.
God damn it, I thought I was gonna blackmail her!
She doesn’t believe it. I have proof. I sent my medical history and my nuclear disk through the colored letter.
After a while, she added me by microlink.
How much more?
Is capitalism that bad? You’re a rich boy! Then don’t blame me, buddy, for helping you with your money, so I’m just saying: 50,000.
After a few minutes, she gave me two words: yes.
My brain is short, I have nine years of compulsory education, four years of university education, three years of social education, and I haven’t told me what to do with this.
It’s not science. It’s not even quantum mechanics!
No, my last reason tells me there’s fraud, absolutely there’s fraud.
If you take the $50,000, you’ll get revenge from capitalists.
I’ve got a lot of pictures in my head: capitalists hire murderers, break a leg in the middle of the night, and make car crashes.
I admit, it’s time for me to be a little shaky.
And then she sends the message: You write a theory novel?
For a few minutes, she’s found out what I’m doing, and now she even knows who I am, where I come from, how I come from, how many people in my family, how many acres of land and how many cows in my land?
Is it true that fortune tellers say that when I’m 25 years old I have to watch my mouth and avoid conflict with others, or else there could be a bloodbath?
As I was thinking about it, the vicious woman sent a message: tomorrow afternoon at 3 p.m., at the Southern Street Rainflower Cafe, to discuss a matter with you, 50,000 if it works.
We said, “I do not want your money, I want an apology.”
She: That’s it.
What’s this? I’m the boss?
Back in the rented room, I thought I’d like to go to sleep, through a night of intellectual struggle, and finally it’s dawn.
At 3 p.m. I arrived as promised.
Last night I wondered why she knew I wrote the reasoning novel. I’ve been working on my own novels in the circle of friends.
There’s no one in the café. The mean woman sits at the window. I look up and I walk like I’m cold.
“What can I do for you? I’m sorry.
“Sit down and say it. “The evil woman is still cold.”
“I’ve read your reasoning novel, as if it’s good. Do me a favor and give you $50,000. I’m sorry.
“I’m a law-abiding citizen. I don’t do anything illegal. I’m sorry.
The evil woman was laughed at: “Well, you’re thinking too much. Have you ever played the script? How’s the level? I’m sorry.
“It’s pretty high. Why? I’m sorry.
“Come with me the day after tomorrow to play the play, just one request, to use your expertise, to do your best, to do the whole line of reasoning. I’m sorry.
“That’s it? Give me $50,000? I’m sorry.
The mean woman noded her head: “Yes, that’s it, $50,000, 3:30 p.m. the day after tomorrow. Send you the address. I’m sorry.
After that, she got up and was ready to leave.
“What’s your name?” I’m sorry.
Zhao. I’m sorry.
“Take advantage?”
The vicious woman dumped long hair without turning back.
Zhao’s name is Zhao. I’m sorry.
All right. Money doesn’t make assholes.
The day after tomorrow, I came to the script killing shop at the time I promised Zhao Jie.
Zhao Jie arrived early and waited for me at the door.
She led me in, went to the door of a room, pulled my arm, and the expression on her face turned from cold to happy.
I was dragged into the room before I heard it, and there were four people, two men and two women, dressed in fashion, with ass cards, probably children of rich people.
“Let me introduce you to my friend, Dongguan, the Grand Gospel. I’m sorry.
It’s really not for me. I don’t have any more than $500 on my body, so I almost wrote “poor” on my face.
Maybe for Zhao Jie’s sake, they welcomed me.
Sit down, the game begins.
It’s a six-man box, medium difficulty, and it’s a little bit like The Walking Dead.
At the end of the world, the mortuary virus erupted and the world population fell sharply.
Story conflicts revolve around a virus serum, which, if injected, can produce an antiviral antibodies, free from the threat of zombies.
The cost of developing the serum is enormous and it is technically limited and impossible to produce it in volume, so each serum is invaluable.
In the camp, the only serum was stolen and several of the guards guarding the serum died silently, causing anger among the base leaders.
At the same time, the gate to the base was suddenly opened, leading to a large influx of dead persons. There’s been a game of blackmail and blood.
I’ve drawn the identity of a survivor of the serum, code-named Little King, who is basically a road man with soy sauce, but most suspect.
Zhao Jie is the commander of the battle team at the shelter base. She’s got the most lead, the lead.
But she didn’t do anything, just read the script. Every time she read it, she smiled at me and hinted at me: Come on, look at you.
Well, I ended up on a mission, successfully carry all over the place, finding out who stole the serum.
Two of the perpetrators, one of the base leaders and one of the moles he placed in the guard.
The game’s over, the DM stands up and applauds me, and I’m so excited.
But it’s embarrassing that Zhao Jie’s friends didn’t respond, that my eyes were full of fun, and that they were looking at a handsome, tall boy, either deliberately or accidentally.
This boy plays the role of base leader.
He stood up and slapped me on the shoulder, looked at me with the rest of the light, and said, “Oh, man, hang out sometime.” I’m sorry.
He got up and left, and the rest of him.
Apparently, this man is hostile to me, and the man’s instincts are unmistakable.
After going out, I asked Zhao Jie: “What’s the boy to do with you? Did you call me today because of him? I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie was pleased that he was chasing me, but I didn’t like him, but today I sent you to him to make him look bad. This guy is a dude who usually boasts about his high grades abroad, not all because of his family. I’m sorry.
You’re not the same? Of course, I’m only saying that in my heart. I’m used by her. I’m not feeling well.
I’m probably the only one here who’s been blindfolded and who’s working like a clown.
“You send me the account and I’ll send you the money. I’m sorry.
It’s too hot for me.
I’m not happy to say, “I can’t hold this money, just apologize.” I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie frowns, nods, not much.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Well, it still doesn’t sound good, but it’s better than nothing, and that’s it.
After that, we split up. She drove Big G away and I sat on a bus home.
People in two parallel worlds are back in their own world.
I’m just a poor guy, a 18-line novelist, not like these rich kids.
Since my naked resignation last August, my account balance has come to a close, and the most serious issue before us is survival. I’ve recently put in a lot of résumés, and I’m going to be a hit worker again.
But it didn’t work out, and the next day I met something more strange.
In the morning, I opened an APP job, and several companies sent invitations for interviews, one of which attracted my intense attention.
New media editors, mainly working on text-based ideas, video scripts, $8,000 a month, five insurance money, regular grouping, and project promotion…
That’s too good for me.
Talked a little bit on App, and he asked me out for an interview this afternoon.
I’m surprised at the interview. I can’t believe the boss was the dude who played the script yesterday!
He was dressed in a black-named suit, hair-sweeting, top-notch business.
“Hello again, please sit down. “He smiled as if yesterday had not happened.
Now I feel only one word, man.
“I am the shareholder of this company, this is CEO Liu. He points to the fat guy sitting in the boss’s chair, “I saw your résumé on the Internet yesterday, very good, very experienced, very well suited to our position, and we seem to both be interested. I’m sorry.
And I laughed, “Yeah, look at the job requirements up there. I’m sorry.
Dudes leaned on a big desk.
“All right, let’s go faster, if you want to come in, the position of Project Manager, 15, 13 per cent a month, plus 20 per cent of the project, and it’s not impossible to get a share of the company if it’s good. I’m sorry.
Oh, my God. Can you really lose a pie?
However, things are not that simple.
“How long have you two known Zhao Jie?” I’m sorry.
“emmmm … not long ago. I’m sorry.
“I’m telling you, we’re close, we’re set up, but Zhao Jie is a little renegade, has a bad temper, has been avoiding me, and I want you to help me in the middle, you know what I mean? I’m sorry.
Dude meant to look at me so much.
While I know that I should not have been between them, to be honest, I hesitated.
The 15,000 a month is already high in a second-line city like ours, which is very tempting for me.
But I didn’t say yes right away, say consider it.
“Yes, but don’t think about it too long. The job is very popular. I’m sorry.
Back at the rental house, I was pulling 10 bucks of sauce from downstairs and thinking about the interview today.
Zhao Jie and I don’t know each other well.
But I thought, if I got this job, even if the dude found out I couldn’t help him and fired me, I’d make a little, at least, a quick break.
But there’s a risk. I might get in trouble with this.
Then, on the night of the night, when I was in such trouble, I suddenly received a call from an evil woman.
She asked, “Are you free?”
“Can I help you?”
“Why can’t I find you? I’m sorry.
“It’s not impossible. I’m sorry.
“Get a bar, call me when you get there. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t say I was going. Hello. Hello? I’m sorry.
She’s hung up.
Are you going or not?
I remember seeing my dude again today. Why don’t you tell her?
While I was thinking, I went out with my coat.
The car arrived at a pick-up bar, and the door was full of all kinds of fancy cars, including Ferrari, Porsche, Lamborghini and Zhao Jie’s Mercedes G.
I went to the bar and I called Zhao Jie, and the waiter took me to the corner.
Only Zhao Jie sits alone and smokes a very long lady’s cigarette. I don’t know what the brand is, but it’s a good price.
“Sit, smoke?”
Zhao Jie smoked a cigarette for me.
“I’m not used to that, but I’ll smoke my own.” “I took out ten bucks of blue white sand.
Zhao Jie poured me a glass of whiskey and suddenly asked me, “Is writing a novel making money?” I’m sorry.
What do you mean, laugh at me?
“Don’t make money. I’m sorry.
“Why write that?”
“Love well. I’m sorry.
“Do you like to eat? I’m sorry.
Why is this rich lady so ugly?
“Can’t. I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie stopped talking and took a drink with me.
She drank everything.
I can’t do it, either.
It’s spicy and it smells like mud and coal, and it smells like wheatgrass after it’s over. Well, it smells like money.
I couldn’t find anything to talk about, and I was still wondering if I should tell her about today’s interview at the dude company.
I’ve had about five or six drinks and I’m starting to lose my mind.
Zhao Jie leaned over and put an arm on my shoulder and smelled in my nostrils.
“I found you interesting and stupid. I’m sorry.
“How do you say that?”
“You don’t even want to pay, you have to apologize. Apologize is worth a few bucks. I’m sorry.
And when the wine is bold, then when it is bold, We say: Man has the will, and he has the respect. Do I look like I’m a man who’s done it for five tones? I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie suddenly approached my face, and I saw clearly every detail of her face, a fine eyelashes, a beautiful Dan Feng eye and a light black eye.
She looked me in the eye and saw my face getting a little hot.
“You really don’t say, like. After that, she smiled and laughed at her high air condition.
In that moment, I felt that the rich girl sitting next to me wasn’t as unpopular as I thought and had some smoke. And I can tell from her eyes that she’s kind of lonely.
I can’t remember what I’m talking about. I just know that I’ve been drinking a lot and I’ve been talking a lot.
The next day, I was woken up by a raving water stream, blindfolded by a strange room, like a hotel.
The water flows from the bathroom.
Somebody’s taking a shower!
Holy shit!
My brain is blank.
Last night, Zhao Jie, I, I drank and then I took a clip.
Now, in the morning, I was in the hotel room and someone took a bath in the bathroom.
Isn’t that what happened on TV?
I lifted up the covers and looked, and I was fine.
I got up, lifted up the covers, walked quietly to the bathroom, wanted to see what was going on in there through the glass.
Suddenly, the “hey” scream came from behind me.
My heartbeat went straight to 150.
Turning back, Zhao Jie was standing on the balcony, covering his mouth, smiling forward and back.
“You were strong last night. She blinked at me and threw a “you know.”
My old face is red, and I whisper, “Really? I shouldn’t have. I’m not ready yet. I’m sorry.
“You’re too bad for your back. Zhao Jie said:
I can’t remember anything!
“Well, what happened last night, how did we do it?” I looked down, embarrassed to see her.
“What’s wrong with us?” You said. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with sleeping together?” I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie looked up and looked me in the face.
“Oh, my God, you’re so dirty! Who slept with you? What do you think? I’m sorry.
“Didn’t you say I was strong and caused you back pain? I’m sorry.
“You don’t remember anything about last night? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
“I didn’t think you’d drink a bottle so badly, you’d be a dog. I almost got you to a hotel. I’m sorry.
Cut. I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie laughed again and then she asked me, “Can you remember what you said last night? I’m sorry.
“I can’t remember. I guess I told her about the dude last night while drinking.
“You told me about the interview. Don’t tell me, it’s good. You don’t think about it? I’m sorry.
“Forget it, the temple is too small for me. I’m sorry.
“If I say so, I should go. Why not? So, you go back and wait for my message. I’m sorry.
“You must be joking, right? I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie touched my head and laughed: “Good boy, go to the front desk when you come down.” I’m sorry.
I’m sitting on a bed, trying to slow down, feeling like I’m dreaming.
I didn’t slow down until I got out of the hotel.
Back home, as soon as I opened the door to my room, I heard a knock.
“Who?” I said.
“Send delivery. I’m sorry.
I just opened the door, and the whole man flew two metres back — I was kicked out before I could see who was outside.
I’ve had a heart attack and a back injury, and I can’t breathe. I can’t get up.
Three men came in through the door and kicked me on the floor.
I tried my best to protect my head. I was numb in a few seconds.
“The next time I see you with Zhao Jie, it’s not as simple as being beaten.” I’m sorry.
I was on the ground for a while before I got up, and there was nothing under me that didn’t hurt.
I went to the bathroom looking in the mirror, with footprints, a broken ear and a face.
It’s not a good thing that I’m swaying my head and getting involved with these people.
These guys are supposed to be dudes today. That night, Zhao Jie and I had a drink at the bar and then went to the hotel, which must have been seen by people who knew each other. I guess they’re watching me when I get out of the hotel.
On the bed, I thought I’d never be able to get involved with Zhao Jie and his dudes again.
I fell asleep and was woken up by the phone ringing.
Zhao Jie called, I refused. She keeps playing, I keep hanging.
Then she wrote to me, saying she just knew about the dudes hitting me and asked where I was.
I went back to her: I don’t want to be involved with you two anymore.
After the message, I deleted her friend.
Zhao Jie didn’t bother me anymore.
For the next three days, I did not leave the house and kept thinking about what had happened during that time, falling into a deep despair.
Meanwhile, I don’t know why Zhao Jie’s look can float into my head from time to time.
Until the fourth day, my peaceful life was broken again.
Zhao Jie found my place.
She’s standing at the door.
We asked her, “What are you doing here? Don’t you ever contact me again? I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie grunted: “I thought you were dead! I’m sorry.
“Just go. I’m sorry.
“Something. I’m sorry.
“Don’t say anything. I’m sorry.
“Come with me. I’m sorry.
“Don’t go. I’m sorry.
She grabbed me and dragged me out.
“Hey, where are you taking me? I’m sorry.
“You’ll find out when you get there. Zhao Jie did not explain.
Zhao Jie dragged me into her big G, stomped on the gas and got out of the car.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped, and I looked at the high side of the road, and I figured out what was going on.
This is where I last came to the dude company interview.
“What are you doing here?”
“Look at the play. I’m sorry.
After that, she suddenly grabbed my hand.
Her hands are soft, very hot. I suddenly remembered the first time I saw her in a secret room, she was lying on my back and holding my neck.
We went upstairs, entered the company, headed straight to the boss’s office.
The dude and the fat boss were drinking tea, and saw me and Zhao Jie’s hand pulling his hand, and he looked so ugly in a moment. I’m sorry.
“It’s no fun. Isn’t this a job? He’s on duty. Let’s get the contract out. I’m sorry.
The dude went to Zhao Jie.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Are you ashamed to be with someone like that? I’m sorry.
I’m fucking mad at you. What do you call me? Why are you ashamed?
Zhao Jie immediately returned to Zhao Jie, saying, “Don’t talk nonsense, you’re paying a high salary, and you’re giving shares.” Come on, let’s get the contract out. I’m sorry.
The fat boss came and said, “Hey, we’re friends, we’ll talk about tea first. I’m sorry.
“Well, get me a cup of tea. I’m sorry.
The fat boss was embarrassed and passed a cup of tea to Zhao Jie.
Zhao Jie took a cup of tea and suddenly poured it on his face.
“Ah, my dear, my dear, my dear.
Zhao Jie, are you fucking sick? I’m sorry.
I was watching Zhao Jie’s operation. Until Zhao Jiela walked out of the office and went downstairs, I didn’t notice.
She got in the car and we didn’t talk. She took me home.
The following day, Zhao Jie sent me a long message stating that she had put a hot tea on his face yesterday and that her family had told her to apologize, but that she had not.
She also said a lot about her family.
Although she had a good family from an early age, her parents were busy at work and had no time to care for her and would only compensate her materially.
She said she looked like she had a lot of friends, that she was a bunch of friends, that she had a lot of money around her.
Of course, she is not stupid enough to know very well what they are for. But she’s too lonely to need company.
Subsequently, many of her friends were bought by the dudes, who intentionally and inadvertently spoke to him. It disappoints her, it hurts.
The reason why her parents wanted her to be with a dude was also due to business interests, strong union and even her closest brother.
After the incident, she broke up with her family, her parents broke up her financial resources, but she was happy that at least the dude would not bother her again.
After hearing her story, I have some sympathy for her, and there seems to be a lot of trouble for the rich.
Finally, she said, “Sorry to involve you. I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s over. I’m sorry.
A week later, Zhao Jie sent me a tweet: I’m downstairs, coming out.
I: What are you doing here? I can’t get out now. I still have pain.
She: “What is it that I carry you?” Come on, take you somewhere and surprise you!
Ever since I met her, I’ve had bad luck. Surprise, no. It’s just shock.
Downstairs, I saw her standing on the side of the road smoking.
“Where are you taking me?” I looked around and I didn’t see her big black G.
She choked the smoke and threw it in the trash.
“I didn’t drive. There was a driver. I’m sorry.
I looked around, “Where? I’m sorry.
That’s when a white modern car came over.
Zhao Jie points to modern, “Oh, DD car, driver.” I’m sorry.
The white modern car parked us in front of a writing building, that’s where we’re going.
Zhao Jie continues to sell, “Go, go upstairs. I’m sorry.
I’ll see what she sells.
The elevator was parked on the sixteenth floor, with three companies on the floor, one of which is being renovated.
Zhao Jie points to the office that is being renovated: “Oh, that’s a surprise. I’m sorry.
My black man says, “What do you mean?” I’m sorry.
“You’re looking for a job. Give you a job. I’m sorry.
“Huh? Are you sure? I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie finally stopped selling and told me everything.
Because she slaps her dude, her family gets angry and she loses her financial resources. She sold her limo to a friend with a little deposit on her hands, totalling $2 million. With this money, she registers a company, rents offices, and the business direction of the company is a new media video, and she has resources and friends in this regard. And I’m her number one employee, paid 15, 13 per cent a month, plus a 20 per cent share of the project, the same terms that the dude gave me.
I was shocked and she shot me on the shoulder: “Dang, you’re my man now.” Come on, I got you. I’m sorry.
“Hey, I’m your man. I’m just working for you, not selling you my life. I’m sorry.
“Yeah, go back to your place. I’m sorry.
“What do you want?”
“Being roommate with you. What, you don’t want me here?”
I’m a little embarrassed with my head down.
“No, it’s just that my room is a little small, or a single bed, in case you’re not used to…”
Zhao Jing laughed before me, staring straight at me, and then punched me in the chest, and said, “What are you thinking? I just wanted to see if you had a room to rent. I’m sorry.
“Don’t bullshit, go. I’m sorry.
“Okay, boss. I’m sorry.
Note:
Back home at night, Zhao Jie took off her coat and ran into my room, looking at me with affection.
I’ll take my coat off.
“Today we can cook beef, I want to eat, how spicy, how soft the meat must be, and it tastes better. Right, don’t…”
“Don’t onions. I remember everything, boss. I don’t have the air to say.
Since the moment I signed the contract, my miserable life began.
The company works as a social animal during the day, working for the boss.
Go home and cook for the boss at night.
I protested to her: “You’re a capitalist. No, you’re not. You’re a capitalist. I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie: How can you be a capitalist without pressuring? What, do you have a problem or do you want to make an extra salary? I’m sorry.
“Give me one more. “I whispered.
“I didn’t hear you. Say that again? I’m sorry.
“No need to give one more. I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie went back to the house to do the play and I went back to the kitchen to cook.
In half an hour…
I knocked on his door: “Boss, dinner’s ready, come out for dinner. I’m sorry.
Two bowls of rice.
A man and a woman, subordinate.
The boss of the bullies is an obscurantist, ingested, indefatigable, and without any image in front of the staff.
After eating, she rubbed her mouth and got up and brought the chopsticks into the kitchen.
I was just going back to my room to rest, and Zhao Jie called me, “Dang, it’s been a long day. I’m sorry.
I’m glad, “The boss is happy, but I’m going to rest. I’m sorry.
“Hold on. I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie came to me with a hand.
I’m holding up, my heart’s beating a little fast.
I hesitated to reach out to my right hand and was about to hold her hand, and suddenly she put her hand on my shoulder and raised her toes gently, and the whole person leaned towards me and her mouth was attached to my ear.
I suddenly had a song in my head: so I closed your eyes for a while, and in the dark my expectations floated.
I’ll close my eyes.
“My hands have been a little dry lately. You washed the pot. I’m sorry.
WTF?
That’s it?
Looking at Zhao Jie’s cunning look, I couldn’t contain my anger, washed it in the kitchen, washed it clean.
Back in bed, the whole world was clean.
Tomorrow’s Sunday. We should get some rest.
But I’m still young. How can a capitalist leave me alone?
At 9:00 a.m. the next morning, I fell asleep and received a micro-bomb from Zhao Jie.
Get up!
Don!
Get up!
Don!
Get up!
Don!
I put my cell phone in silent mode, and I kept pretending to sleep.
After a few minutes, Zhao Jie started the harassment pattern and scratched the door.
I’m going crazy!
“Boss, this weekend, will you give me a break? I’m sorry.
At the door, Zhao Jie has made up, changed the cold wind, put on a ponytail, wore a blue purple long skirt and was lovely.
“That’s right. How can you stay at home for the weekend? I’m sorry.
“Today? I don’t remember. I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry.
“Oh, I’m in a hurry. I told you. Just us. I’m sorry.
I turned a big white eye. How the hell can I call this a regiment?
Well, I can’t sleep at this time.
Zhao Jie told me that she had ordered two secret rooms to escape.
I’m straight.
Don’t jump on my back this time. I’m sorry.
“Look at your bitter little eyes. Don’t worry. I’m sorry.
We took a cab to the Secret Room, where we were told that the subject of this secret room that we ordered was a terrorist dormitories, a terrorist index of 10 stars, and that a lot of people were scared to quit, so let’s be careful.
I’m looking at Zhao Jie.
“If you don’t count on it, you’ll get scared in the first place. I’m sorry.
Zhao Jie was staring at me so badly.
“Whoever you despise, play with this!”
I’m just saying, “Come on, you’re the boss. I’m sorry.
The secret room is made up of several dormitories and classrooms and is very dark.
Besides me and Zhao Jie, there’s a couple in the group.
I thought this secret room was a piece of cake for me.
The first room was a dormitory of girls, with eight persons sleeping, four of them with black and white images on their backs, and I was frightened even though I had been in combat.
I snuck into Zhao Jie behind my eyes, and she had one hand covered in her eyes, and her body was a little murmur. But she was strong and didn’t hold me.
Immediately thereafter, the chandelier of the dormitory flashed twice, and there was a wave of friction on the soles of the shoe.
Four girls in school uniforms with no blood on their faces walked in through the door. Zhao Jie kept his mouth shut, and the girl in the couple was scared into her boyfriend’s arms and her boyfriend was shaking.
Four of the girls didn’t talk to us, they were lying in bed, and they were whispering.
I’m holding down my fears and I’m observing the analysis.
The four ghosts lie on the head of the bed, and there are four empty beds, which obviously require four of us to lie on the other four.
I whispered, “Look for an empty bed. I’m sorry.
Come on, the couple is moving fast, taking over the two lower bunks.
I pointed to the nearest top bunk and asked Zhao Jie to get up.
I almost pushed her up.
When I pushed her up, the girl down there started moving, sitting straight up and staring at me.
I’ll climb on the other top bunk.
“The bell rings the bell…” a stinging bell rings.
Four of the ghosts got up in a moment, slowly walked to the door and lined up.
I looked at this situation and apparently waited for the four of us to go to class.
I jumped out of bed, and Zhao Jie came down.
Four of us were behind the four ghosts and followed them to a classroom.
Oh, shit. Is that a classroom?
When I got into class, I sat in a dozen seats, with little arms, broken legs and no head.
These fake eyes are all staring at us. That’s called a mess.
Another girl screamed and ran away with her boyfriend.
It’s just me and Zhao Jie.
I looked at her and whispered, “Go ahead? I’m sorry.
Zhao Jiela, my clothes, and my clothes, “Go on. I’m sorry.
Four of the ghosts found an empty seat, I looked for a lap and I didn’t find an empty seat, and finally I saw only an empty seat on the podium and a book on the desk.
Shit!
You’re not asking me to lecture these ghosts?
The last time I was on the podium was in high school, when English teachers drew up words.
Turns out I was right.
I took my head off to the podium and turned on the books, about a story about the horrors of this school, where several female students were killed in succession and the perpetrators never found. If you don’t find the killer, you’re next!
Who the fuck knows who the killer is?
I was scared to see a bunch of ghosts in the classroom.
All of a sudden, the girls came at me, and I was pulling Zhao Jie out, wondering when the door was locked.
Zhao Jie was in front of her.
A couple of ghosts came and Zhao Jie pulled my pants.
Forget it. Live or die. I’ll get down.
When I got down, Zhao Jie went straight into my arms.
I hesitated and held her.
In that moment, I was not afraid, and I wanted to keep doing it.
I can smell her perfume mixed with shampoo.
I closed my eyes too, and I don’t know how long it took Zhao Jie to look up.
In the dark, I looked into her eyes, and I didn’t really see it.
Ahem… I admit, I’d love to kiss her, but I do.
The door opened suddenly.
I held her tightly, with my head on her shoulder, and gently pecked on her earlids in a way that was too swift to hide.
Well, she probably didn’t find out.
Then I picked her up and ran out.
And then I held her all the way down and hit her.
Out of the secret room, Zhao Jie looked pale and scared.
I wasn’t nervous when I kissed her. I was so nervous on the way back, I couldn’t look at her. I don’t think she found it.
I’m so confused, I’m so happy.
Suddenly, I got a tweet.
I can’t believe I’m sitting next to Zhao.
She turned me to an obvious question: Can we get out of the secret room?
I can’t look at her.
It’s over. I kissed her!
I calmed down and said, “Can I?
She’s back: What do you think?
I typed two words: yes!
Zhao Jie: Oh, don’t think of me as a sneaky kisser, but people don’t know.
I twisted my head and she looked at me.
The driver snuck us through the mirror, but I don’t care.
I held Zhao Jian’s hand hard, and I put it in her ear: “Boss, I promise not to steal a kiss next time. I’m sorry.
After that, I kissed up.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Zhao Jie pushed me away, blushing, turning around.
“Beware of the image, let’s go back! She whispered.
I said, “Okay, boss. Anything you want to eat tonight, you can. I’m sorry.
The end–
What’s the experience of going out with Fu Er?
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
