Women's clothing boss love plan

Fourteen minutes past zero.

The time on the screen is clear.

I stared at this clear number for a few seconds, No. 13 opened the chat box.

"I didn't bring the key, you should come back early."

"What time is it today?"

"I'm in a taxi."

"I'm at the door."

"Have you gotten off work?"

"..."

"I drank a little too much and felt sick."

There were countless green chat boxes and countless messages, but Zhong Linyun only replied to the last one.

"Be patient."

This reply is full of Zhong Linyun's personal color, and it makes me laugh once I read it.

How could vomiting be unbearable?

The waistband of the trousers was raised too high, and I rubbed my aching belly and my stomach that was throbbing under the flesh.

I have been waiting at the door for three, four, and 10 minutes. I swear, if Zhong Lin Yunabi never comes back, I can spit out a piece of the Pacific Ocean at the door of his house.

But at the same time, I also knew that if I dared to vomit every ounce of vomit here, Zhong Linyun would be able to throw me out with people and luggage.

After all, that's what he said last time I spat on him.

"Mo Heng, once again, get the hell out."

What he said was awesome, as if I didn't pay him to live here, and as if he didn't lack money at all.

In fact, he was short of money and almost died. The poor are like the reincarnation of the leader of the beggar gang. The poor are going in the wind and rain, moving bricks and collecting debts. Just to earn such a hundred dollars, a good meal is not enough .

Even if my father doesn't love my mother, the pocket money transferred to the card every month is two or three zeros more than his salary.

I am a kind-hearted person, and I didn't see whether he was disgraced or poor, so I once suggested him sincerely.

"Look, you look good. Go to a bar and sit down, find a rich woman or something. Getting rid of poverty and becoming rich is not a matter of minutes."

When I said this, he was bandaging the wound, and he didn't even look at me. The bandage was pulled hard, and blood was everywhere.

What a crude response.

I clutched my frightened heart, silently recited Amitabha Buddha in the peaceful era, silently wiped away the blood splashed on my arm, and didn't mention it again.

However, now I regret that I didn't have the courage to encourage me again.

If Zhong Linyun is successfully persuaded, he will find a rich woman who is rich and wealthy, so he will no longer have to work night shifts from early morning to late at night.

I wouldn't have to squat in front of his house, wriggling like a maggot out of a cesspit, cradling a sick stomach, sick and groaning.

My heart was filled with remorse, and I moved my ears to catch the footsteps downstairs.

I almost wept with joy.

The man, finally, came back.

I was so excited that I even forgot to vomit. As soon as I kicked my legs, I was about to stand up.

……

Two seconds later, I was still squatting on the ground.

The brain issued an order, and the thighs and calves resisted and disrespected.

If I squat for too long, my legs become numb.

Zhong Linyun's home is on the 7th floor, which is also the top floor. I estimate that the footsteps downstairs are currently on the third floor.

I was surprised in my heart, with Zhong Linyun's miraculous physique that has more energy than a cow, it is impossible to climb a building so slowly.

Unless...he went to fight again and hurt his leg.

I listened attentively, confirming my guess.

Yes, right leg.

I waited for a while, and Zhong Linyun finally appeared at the corner of the stairs.

He walks lightly, revealing the mystery and concealment like stealing chickens and dogs, and he can't trigger the sensor light.

Seeing that the black figure was scary, I coughed twice and turned on the sensor light.

With the faint light that flashed like a thunderbolt baby, I saw the undiminished violence in Zhong Linyun's eyes, as well as the wound at the corner of his eye.

The wound was small but deep, and it couldn't be done with bare hands.

I wrinkled my nose, what kind of fight was there, and I even used a knife.

Zhong Linyun stopped in front of me and bowed his head.

I knew he meant for me to get up and block the door.

"Pull me." I looked at him eagerly and stretched out my hand, "My legs are numb and I can't stand up."

Zhong Linyun's eyes changed, and the aura disappeared a little, replaced by a little sarcasm.

The translation is probably.

Stupid, squatting can squat legs.

I ignored his contempt and continued to reach out persistently.

If you despise it, you will despise it, I am standing at your door.

I won't move, can you go in?

Zhong Linyun obviously understood this obvious hooliganism, and he didn't bother to argue with me, so he reached out and grabbed my palm.

There is a scar on the palm of his hand, the protrusion is obvious. It is said that he blocked the knife swung by others with his hand, cut the flesh, and saw the bone.

The scar was harder than the skin, and I was uncomfortable in the diaphragm. After getting up with strength, I quickly let go.

As soon as I stood up, my stomach that had already calmed down for the most part started waving the flag angrily. When the door opened, I stumbled into the bathroom, holding the toilet and vomited profusely.

I threw up in the dark, and when I came back to my senses, Zhong Linyun was standing at the door of the bathroom.

"How are you?" he asked.

What he said was that he had to use the toilet.

I got up staggeringly, gave him an OK gesture, went to the sink to wipe my mouth, pressed the flush button again, and finally walked out with the sink.

Zhong Linyun turned sideways and let me go out.

When I passed by him, I smelled the rich blood on his body, and the smell came clearly through the second-hand smoke and the rancid vomit.

I unconsciously glanced back at him.Only then did he realize that his black T-shirt was wet and stuck to his skin.

I figured it probably wasn't wet with water.

I went to the door and took off my shoes, and thought about putting them in the shoe cabinet, otherwise Zhong Linyun would probably scold me again when he came out.

His house is not big, but the rules are not small, such as putting shoes in order, and whoever gets dirty is responsible for cleaning up.

Last time I threw up on him, I had to do his laundry.

Obviously, I haven't done any rough work, and the level of laundry is astonishingly poor. After washing, the clothes smelled of inferior soapy water. Zhong Linyun frowned at the smell, and turned to go to the toilet to pass the water again.

I'm not ashamed, the important thing is to participate.

I abide by your rules, but my ability is really limited, and the degree of completion can only be this way.

I recalled the crumpled clothes I rubbed, with some regrets.

Unfortunately, he only let me wash the top and shorts.

When I decided to send Buddha west and reached for his panties, he grabbed me.

"Don't move." He warned me.

I shrugged, fine.

In the age of civilization, respect the dignity of straight men.

Although, I personally decide that he probably, probably, should.

Not as straight as expected.

After setting up the shoes, I went to boil a pot of water. When I drank the water in a hurry, my tongue was burned, so I went to the refrigerator to hold an ice cube.

After finishing this, I took out the makeup bag and went back to the toilet door.

My mascara is dizzy on the eye bags, and I will go crazy every minute if I don't remove it.

I knock on the door.

"Hi, how are you?"

There was a muffled hum from inside, and there was no answer.

I could only hold my arms, dangling the makeup bag, and stood at the door waiting.

The door of the toilet broke down two weeks ago. I was locked inside and couldn't get out. Zhong Linyun took a screwdriver and other equipment that I couldn't understand, and took off the lock in twos and twos.

Maybe it was because we didn’t have time, or maybe we didn’t have the money, but our toilet has never been locked, and there is a round hole in the door. As long as we squat down, we can face the person squatting in the toilet.

I moved my eyes down, and through the small hole, I saw the toilet paper scattered on the ground and the bright red on it.

I can't see the bloodstains, it hurts to see them.

I frowned and looked away.

But people have five senses, so they can't see it anymore, and the smell of blood is still everywhere.

I stood at the door, tired of waiting, precarious, and in a trance, I had the illusion that I was standing at the door of the slaughterhouse, where a stubborn wolfhound was imprisoned.

The sound of the door opening woke me up.

Zhong Linyun walked out with his head down.

He was shirtless, his hair was wet, and his face was wet.

I guess he splashed water on his face just now because he doesn't seem like the type to cry.

Bandages were wrapped around his waist, and his craftsmanship was very poor. It couldn't be seen that practice made perfect. The tattoos on his shoulders were mixed with wounds, black and red intertwined, which looked very hideous.

He has many tattoos, the one on his shoulder is the most conspicuous and has been with him the longest.

It's a revolver.

"It's not a revolver," I said firmly. "A revolver doesn't look like that. I checked. It's probably a shotgun."

"Ah, is it?" He was at a loss for a moment, "Which one is more powerful, the shotgun or the revolver?"

When I said that the shotgun was powerful, he lowered his head and poked the tattoo, and smiled secretly.

At that time, he was very young, and he would still be happy for such nonsensical reasons.

"Why do you need to use the bathroom again?"

"Remove makeup." I flicked my makeup bag, "If you don't remove makeup, your face will be rotten when you go to bed."

Zhong Linyun looked at me with a straight face, but said nothing.

I like him very much. When others hear makeup, they will either look at me with weird eyes, or ask in surprise, "What kind of makeup do you wear as a boy?"

But Zhong Linyun wouldn't, he kept silent about things he didn't understand.

So he doesn't ask me why I wear makeup or why I wear dresses.

Probably not respect, at most it's too lazy to meddle in other people's business.

But I really like it.

"How long will it take." He asked, "I'll take a shower later."

"10 minutes." I glanced at his wound, "You still take a shower like this?"

"Dirty, can't sleep." He said concisely.

Well, anyway, his life is tough, he is not afraid of infection, and he is not afraid of pain.

I shrugged and moved to the bathroom.

Zhong Linyun called me to stop.

"Your zip is open," he said.

I turned my back to the mirror and saw that it was really open. I don't know if it was someone's salty hand in the bar, or I accidentally opened it later.

It was inconvenient for me to hold something in my hand, so I said to him.

"Help me pull it."

Then quickly add, "Thank you."

Probably thank you early, Zhong Linyun has no objection.

He clicked his tongue, stepped up a little, and helped me zip it up.

After finishing the movement, he suddenly stretched out his hand, wiped the back of my neck, and wiped it hard again, many times.

I was afraid of itchiness, so I shrank my neck and took a few steps to the side.

"What are you doing?"

"The dirt is up," he said. "It's gone now, go in."

I walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and realized later that it was blood that accidentally rubbed against my skin.

Zhong Linyun's hands were really strong, and the back of his neck was terribly hot after being rubbed. I looked in the mirror and saw that the neck was mostly red.

I shrunk my neck again, feeling something wrong with my neck being rubbed by Zhong Linyun, and my neck and body became hot.

I looked down and saw that the skirt was propped up in an arc, very helpless.

Lonely men and widowed men live together under the same roof, but it is easy to misfire.

in fact,

At that time, I suggested that Zhong Linyun find a rich woman. I said half and kept half.

The hidden half.

"If you are really short of money, just make do with it, and you can find me.

I'm pretty rich. "