C1 Meet a Beautiful Woman

That year, Cang Jing Kong was already decayed by someone, and I was also decayed by Universities. That year, I was 22 years old, a lost age, but what made me even more confused was that I lost my job the moment I graduated, my father fell ill, and my Girlfriend ran away with someone.

After graduation, girlfriend and I searched multiple times but to no avail, so we went to a pet store to work together. A month ago, I found out that she bathed his pet in a customer's bed.

In the pet shop, I led a miserable life every day, with a low salary and the fierce Colleagues trampling on me. Until one day, I met the woman who hated me to the bones and then dragged me to work in the Women's prisons.

She hated me because I touched her when she was drunk.

The day the story started, I cleaned up the messy pet shop as usual and walked out. I bought a pack of 5 yuan soft white sand from the convenience store next door and tiredly leaned against the wall while lighting up a cigarette. There was no hope for him to live, and there was no reason for him to die. The dreams of the past were gone, and every day passed like a walking corpse.

On the steps of the shop sat a row of people, young and old, men and women alike. There was a white and tender little loli. Her entire body was covered in sweat, and her bra was faintly discernible under the school uniform. Youth, truly a lovely youth.

I held a cigarette in my mouth as I looked at the little loli. While fighting against the Telephone, she blinked her eyes at me and then looked towards the roadside. I took two more puffs at my cigarette, and a BMW stopped by the side of the road. The little loli walked over. Youth, really cute youth.

The little loli drove the BMW and got on the car. It was driven by a bald uncle who was wearing sunglasses. The uncle hugged the little loli as he extended his black hands towards the little loli.

I cursed in my heart.

Ah, so bitter, I finally understood that this drunken flower city was not the paradise of a rural Child.

"Zhang Fan, what are you doing? Are you lazy again? " A gruff voice roused me from my reverie.

Turning his head, he realised that the shop manager was He Hua, the Owner was her godfather.

I threw away my cigarette and asked in a bewitching manner, "What orders do you have for me, flower sister?"

When one was under a roof, one had no choice but to lower their head.

"I'm extremely busy in the shop, but you have nothing to do. You just hide here and smoke lazily, you don't have any ambitions, no wonder your Girlfriend ran off with the rich."

Looking at her thin, dark red lips, I've cursed it a hundred times in my heart.

The girlfriend's cheating was undoubtedly a huge blow to me, but to think I had to receive a kind reminder from the shop manager every day. If you can't even do a little bit of good, no wonder your Girlfriend ran off with someone!" You can't even bathe a dog, no wonder your Girlfriend ran away with people! No wonder your Girlfriend ran away with someone.

My Girlfriend ran away with someone, what does that have to do with being dirty and mopping the floor?

"A customer came to beat up the Telephone and wanted us to give it a bath! "Quick, quick!" She thrust the service slip at me.

In this despairing pet shop, he was doing desperate work and leading a desperate salary. The Owner had too many eyes of hearts, and too few subordinates.

Fine, he might as well resign. Gritting her teeth, she pondered for a long time. Sigh, forget it. Let's wait until we find a new job.

Carrying the service slip, I arrived at the luxurious residential district. After two layers of interrogation by security guards, I found my customer's door.

When the door opened, I was stunned. A beautiful Beautiful women with a set of expensive silk pajamas, sexy with her hair hanging down, tall and well-developed, mature with a seductive charm. Just a glance at her would cause one's heart to twitch. The smell of alcohol and her body hit his face.

I stood in front of her, dressed in my dirty work clothes, holding a dish for cleaning pets and other toiletries. I felt an inexplicable sense of inferiority, and I went into the dust and bloomed into a rotten chrysanthemum. I whispered to her that I was an employee of a pet store.

"You have been fighting Telephone for three days and have only come here now, what kind of service attitude does your pet shop have?" she complained, staring at me, those eyes, lovely and fierce.

I apologized in a low voice. "I'm sorry, Miss. We have been rather busy recently and the shop is lacking in manpower."

"You switched the Shoes. The cat is in the kitchen. You go in and look for it yourself." She looked down at my dirty Shoes with disdain and ordered.

After changing into slippers, I entered her house. Her house was luxuriously decorated, high-end and grandiose. There was a giant curtain of TV s on the walls, a large sofa with a pure white wedding dress, some food on the tea table, and a bottle of mostly drunk foreign wine.

I went into the kitchen. There were several bags of McDonald's on the kitchen utensils, and in the corner of the luxurious kitchen, a white Pomerine was eating a McDonald's chicken wing. In this world, dogs eat better than me.

I waited for him to eat his fill and then carried him over. Looking at the two chicken wings on the dog's plate, I gulped. It was time for dinner. Carrying it, he entered the bathroom and began bathing the pup.

The woman was in the living room, fighting with the Telephone and her boyfriend. "Get your fox cat away from here, or I'll give it to the vet. You have to understand that this is not your house. I'm sorry, I can't forgive you. "You have many beautiful women outside. You can marry whoever you want. Don't look for me anymore!"

I peeked into the hall. She tossed the mobile onto the sofa and took a few sips from the wine bottle.

Another one who was troubled by love.

She suddenly turned her head to look at me. Her sharp gaze was so aggressive that I hurriedly lowered my head to continue blowing on the pup to dry it.

"The vet, the vet!" She was calling me.

"What is it?" girlfriend and I both study Psychology, so it's hard to find a job in this field. I met the Owner at our pet store when I applied for a job one day and said that learning Psychology is medicine, and we, the veterinarians, also study medicine, and it's pretty much the same. Our Owner is too talented.

I washed my hands and went out to ask her what was the matter.

"Do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes."

"Give me one." Her voice was wrong.

I walked over and took some soft white sand from my pants pocket and handed her the cigarette. She reached out for it, and my heart skipped a beat, and the cigarette fell to the floor. Her eyes were red and puffy, and there were traces of blood in them.

I looked away from her quickly, not daring to look at her.

The cigarette fell to the ground. I hastily gave her another cigarette, which she accepted. "Lighter."

I'll order it for her.

On her hand, there was a long and deep scar. It was a new wound, and the blood had not dried yet. On her other hand, there was a similar scar.

I told her I'd done my work, which meant I wanted her to pay for it.

She didn't say anything. She just watched as the mobile sent a text message and smoked. I didn't dare to sit down for fear that it would dirty the sofa.

I looked at her, full and plump, her breasts round and white, and couldn't help but swallow.

When she had almost finished her cigarette, she threw it on the floor and said, "What cigarette is so hard to smoke!"

I was furious. If I had the money, who would be willing to smoke a cigarette worth five yuan? I said unhappily, "Or don't smoke. If you smoke, then don't complain."

She stared at me, and I didn't dare meet her gaze. I looked away.

"Is the cat ready?" she asked me.

I said I was done. He did not know why she called the Pomerine a cat.

"Me. "Go and get the money." She stood up and walked slowly into the room. She had already finished the bottle of wine.

When she reached the entrance of the bathroom, she looked inside, entered the bathroom, and called out to me, "Veterinary surgeon! "Come here!"

I hastily went over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You gave the cat a bath with my towel!" she asked me aggressively.

"Just now when I was holding the flower spray to adjust the temperature of the water, I accidentally spilled it onto the bath towel." I tell the truth.

"There's still fur on it!" You still dare to argue! " she said angrily.

I don't know how I got the fur, but I didn't get it up here. I explained, "I didn't use your towel to give the cat a bath. We have our own towel, so we always clean it after we finish using it."

"Why is there fur on the towel?" She interrupted me loudly.

"I said we have a towel! Are you looking for trouble! " I got angry, too.

"You dare to scold me? "Alright, I'll complain to you immediately." She pushed me out of the bathroom, picked up the mobile on the sofa, and beat up the Telephone in the shop, "You veterinarians, what service attitude are you? "Wiping my body clean with my towel, you still refuse to admit it? How dare you scold me?"

I heard the Owner from the other side of the Telephone apologizing incessantly.

It's over, I'll be scolded again when I go back.

After killing the Telephone, she went into her room and took out her purse. She took out a stack of change from her purse and threw it on me.

In her eyes, I'm no better than a dog. I looked at the money floating away, like I had broken my cheap self-esteem and scattered it all over the place. My anger flared up and I walked up to her. I viciously slapped her face. A loud and clear sound rang out, causing my hand to tremble in pain.

She was stunned for a moment before recovering and erupted, "You dare to hit me!? No one has ever hit me since I was a kid! I'll beat you to death! "

I didn't expect her to start a fight with me. She picked up a bottle of wine from the tea table and threw it at me.

I was frightened, but I didn't dodge. The bottle of wine smashed onto my chest, and the woman went crazy. She rushed over and gave me a slap. Luckily, I reacted quickly and grabbed her arm. She wanted to break free. I grabbed my other hand and twisted it so hard that I pushed her down on the couch and slept on top of her.

Her face turned red. "Let go of me!"

"I'll release your grandpa! You're fucking drunk and pissed off at me! " I cursed.

Her hands were in mine, and her mouth came up and bit my palm.

I cried out in pain. There was a deep bite mark on my palm, and blood was seeping from it. The pain also made me angrier.

She moved her arm away when she saw me, and turned her head to press her mouth against mine. I was about to put more strength into it when I realized that they were kissing and that my head was heating up. I cursed, "If you dare bite me, I'll make you pay!"

When a man is impulsive, he becomes a devil.

My anger assaulted my heart and I had completely lost all sense of reason.