Son of Satan

(Baidu search Geli Literature.com is the fastest and most stable update) Geli Literature.com Even if that stinky bat turns into ashes, I still remember it. A sense of resentment rose up. I was about to reach out and throw him out. It was like a feeling in my heart Showing its claws and fangs to me. If I dare to touch it, it will die with me.

The little brat patted its little head and scolded with a smile. "Gula is naughty again. Be careful he roasted you."

No matter how you listen to this sentence, it is a bit wrong. What do you mean I can take the test. I don’t deny that I hate it sometimes. But it hasn’t reached the point of cruelty to animals.

Creaking. The shoulders were heavy. A chubby blood bat landed on it; it took a few flops to stabilize itself.

The kid was surprised. "So it's here with you."

I asked. "Your family."

Little kid. "It's not my family either. It's just that it's Gula's cub in its belly."

"Oh. It turned out that this bastard ruined such a cute Lu." Lu is the name I gave this little guy. At the beginning, he was very excited. It's just that his belly is too big. Now act a little clumsy.

"Cute. You said it was cute." The little boy pointed at my shoulder. "You hope you don't use the wrong words."

"At least it's cuter than your Gula." Looking up, the little kid smiled weirdly. Even the Gula on his shoulder seemed to be smiling creepily.

Suddenly Lu flew onto the little boy’s shoulder, stretched out his feet under his eyelids, and kicked Gula down. Gula flopped a few times and wanted to fly up. As a result, he saw Lu’s very unfriendly eyes. He resigned to his fate and did a free fall .

I grew a mouth in astonishment. One thing is one thing. Lu is simply my idol. The imbalance that was bullied by Gura was instantly balanced.

"It's quite interesting." The little kid forked a piece of steak and put it in his mouth, fighting gracefully with the food in front of him.

Had a fight with the kid at night and went to bed very late. I was late the next day without accident.

I glanced left and right. The boss is not there. I changed to work. I planned to sneak into the kitchen without making a sound.

"Morning, Jay." The boss's voice seemed to come from hell. I felt a chill down my back. The feet that had just stepped into the kitchen slowly receded.

"Morning, boss." Today's boss is very abnormal. Huh, huh, my salary. Wasted.

The boss was surprised that he was not angry. He asked 'kindly': "I didn't sleep well yesterday. If you are still sleepy, take a rest first and then come back to work."

Something is wrong. The boss will not fire me. The more 'gentle' his voice is, the more creepy he is. My expression is a little stiff. I still force myself to smile. "The boss will not do it next time. I promise to do it again I won’t be late either.” He raised his hand and swore. He almost knelt down and hugged his thigh to beg for shelter.

But the boss is still unmoved. Continue to be gentle. "Jay, the work in the kitchen is too heavy. I will give you..."

"No, no, no... Boss, I can do it. You... I have already gained muscle." I rolled up my sleeves to show off what I could barely count as strong muscles. Alas, the boss is determined to fire me.

"Jay. I mean..."

"Boss. I understand. I don't get paid today. Just remember to let me eat lunch." I immediately slipped into the kitchen. I was afraid that I would lose my job tomorrow. Then no boss would want to hire me.

"Jay, you still don't understand..."

"Boss, I'm old and down. Just let me go. I'll work hard."

"Jay, please let me go too. You really can't stay in the kitchen anymore." The boss's expression is more sad than mine. Don't tell me I don't want to resign and he will face the crisis of bankruptcy.

Or Yufei filed a complaint in front of Yula and ordered the boss not to hire me.

I think that out of ten million, that bastard Yufei may be trying to get revenge on me. I can't work here any longer. This person's measure is smaller than a chicken intestine. It's too bad that he is still a man.

"I understand." I took off my work clothes and stuffed them back into the boss's arms. "I understand your difficulties. It is not impossible for you to fire me. Just don't discredit me on the work records." You Not that bastard. If one day falls into my hands, I will also let him try the feeling of being cornered.

"Hey, Jay, where are you going?" The boss stomped his feet and twisted his big buttocks to stop me. "I want to arrange a lighter job for you. I heard that you are bartending. From now on, you can go to the bar and follow the bartender. Bartender learn a little bit. The work there is not only easy but also pays well."

Uh. Added the pie. It's still raining. Today's boss is particularly inappropriate.

I don't believe him. The boss is flustered and anxious. He keeps wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeves.

What's the matter? November is the best weather in Romania. The climate is mild and humid. It shouldn't be so hot.

"Jay, I'm counting on you. A job as a bartender is definitely better than staying in the kitchen." All of them were crying.

Of course I know that a bartender is much more promising than a person who washes dishes all day long. As the saying goes: There is nothing to be courteous about. You can either rape or steal. Not to mention facing an old pervert who has fantasies about me.

The boss took out a money bag from under his fat cloak. This money bag is familiar to me. It was the tip Chris gave me the other day.

The boss stuffed it into my hand like throwing away a hot potato. "Jay, I know it's wrong to turn in your tip. Now I'll give it back to you. It's definitely worth a iron coin." Feeling a bit reluctant to part with him. Very reluctant and pretending to be generous.

I said, "Then will you deduct my salary in the future?"

The boss quickly waved his hand. "No. No. As long as you don't tear down my bar. I will never mention the salary. I also hope that you will not mention the tip; never mention it again."

The boss's kindness is hard to come by. I also gladly accepted the job of trainee bartender.

Mid-November is the birthday of Ray Lesson. If Hesme hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it.

Today I am at home as usual. There will be a make-up exam at the end of November. If I fail the make-up exam, I will miss the high society in this life.

Hesme didn't knock on the door. He just broke in and said, "Jay, do you have any clothes that you can lend me? It will be Rui Le Senbai's birthday in a few days. At that time, all the high-level officials of the blood clan will come; we can Seeing a lot of dignified people. I'm so excited. You know what. It's just a pity I don't have clothes to wear to the dinner."

I don't see leaving Ben. I'm a poor man. I'll lend you some clothes. Oh. He said so. I remember. R. Lesson also asked me to be his party guest.

I said: "Jay, don't you know how many clothes I have? It's better to borrow them from your friends than to ask me." Hesme has been in contact with two unknown people. The status of those two people is not bad. I don't believe that he can't get a piece of clothing for eating, drinking and sleeping with him.