Women's clothing boss love plan

I don't care how the door is locked to keep people out more effectively.

I just care.

It turned out that when I was moving a chair to block the door, Zhong Linyun in the next room knew exactly what I was doing.

Ah this...

Too fucking dead too.

It's like the three little pigs with their heads arched together. The whole process of you discussing building a house is as suffocating as being recorded by the big bad wolf.

Of course, the three little pigs were lucky enough to escape, but I could only face the disaster head on.

This is probably the gap between reality and fairy tales.

"Ah..." I was extremely embarrassed, hesitated for a long time, and couldn't say anything.

Zhong Linyun was very calm. He didn't seem to think it was very offensive for a well-intentioned piggy to secretly suspect that the person who took him in had ulterior motives.

Not only that, he even disliked that Piggy's defense was not tight enough.

"You can also put a hard wooden block at the bottom of the door to lock the door." Zhong Linyun said flatly, "At least you should hang a glass on the doorknob, so that people won't be unaware when they break in."

His sincere advice, and my embarrassment even more.

I really want to tell him that it's useless even if I realize it.

The door opened, the glass fell and I woke up.

is that useful?

With my physical fitness, in the face of intruders, can I escape through the window, or can I turn around and fight back.

It is estimated that it can only be called twice at most, adding some sense of criminal atmosphere, and giving some criminals with serious formalism great psychological satisfaction.

I complained in my heart, Zhong Linyun stood in front of me with a serious face.

I don't know how to respond to this "weasel teaches chicken how to prevent problems before they happen" scene.

But Zhong Linyun's expression seemed too serious, forcing me to speak.

"Okay." I bite the bullet and said, "I will definitely do what you said next time."

I don't know whether my answer satisfied Zhong Linyun, I think it probably reached the passing line, because after I finished speaking, he let me go and let me move freely.

If a donkey-like character like Zhong Linyun really wanted to be serious, he would definitely be unstoppable.

I probably have to spend the night arguing with him.

It was said to be a free activity, but Zhong Linyun actually led me to the side of the bar and placed me there.

To be honest, I'm not the kind of honest and obedient type. When I go to a new place, I always have to look around, and I'm very curious.

But in front of Zhong Linyun, for some reason, I became a bit shorter, a class lower.

He told me to sit down and not walk around, but I actually treated him honestly.

So well-behaved that I am surprised myself.

I used to have this half of the obedient temper, so that my dad would not be so angry that he would pick up the ashtray, burst into anger in the attitude of a self-destructing infantryman, and let me get out.

I sat on the bar counter and had nothing to do, but opened my eyes wide and looked at Zhong Linyun's workplace, one of them.

Because Zhong Linyun always comes back injured, I always feel that he is in dire straits all the time, and the place is probably the kind of dangerous environment where knives rain down from the sky.

Compared with this relaxed tavern today, couples are whispering ambiguously in the corner, and a cat is sleeping soundly on the table.

The difference between imagination and reality is too great, it is unbelievable.

Sitting on a high stool, looking around twice, I get tired of watching.

I turned my head to order a drink, but the bartender shook his head like a rattle, saying that he would not mix drinks for "big brother's woman".

Tonight's third misidentified gender.

I shrugged, put my hands on the bar, and chatted with the bartender.

"You are on the platform, why do you call Zhong Linyun the big brother?" I asked curiously.

"My side job is... bartending." The bartender is a young guy, looking very nervous, "The main job is watching the scene."

I immediately looked at him with admiration.

What he does is the gentle and elegant work of bartending, and the crazy and mindless dirty work of fighting.

is a talent.

The bartender's cuffs were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.

I took a second look, and I was overwhelmed by the honest child. I was at a loss and put my hands behind my back and hid it.

His movements were subtle and shy, and I instantly felt guilty for molesting innocent boys.

Although I obviously didn't do anything.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, I coughed and asked, "Apart from wine, do you have anything else to drink?"

"It's best not to." The bartending boy shook his head, "It often happens that someone with a heart will pour something unclean into a customer's glass..."

"So scary!" I was surprised.

"Yes." The bartender opened his mouth a little bit, "Because the boss here used to be a gangster, although he wanted to clean up the whites in the past two years...but he hasn't gotten so clean yet."

Hearing this, I had to re-examine this seemingly ordinary bar, and finally found something wrong.

The guests who come and go have more or less tattoos.

Although it is said that in the 21st century, feudal ideology should be abandoned, and tattoos should not be used to judge people as good or bad.

But their tattoos are conspicuous, their expressions are dark, and they are matched with tendons, good guys, they look like they can really fight.

It's not like a good person.

I shrank back and said, "Why do you call Zhong Linyun 'Big Brother'? His age...he shouldn't be very old."

"Brother is very good at fighting." Mentioning this, the bartending boy looked adoring, "He can beat four or five of those who came to make trouble."

Well, then I went home ripped apart.

If you are brave enough to die, you have to go into the toilet when you go back, and bandage yourself with grinning teeth.

"Besides, Brother Zhong has a relatively old seniority. He started working with the boss three years ago."

three years ago,

I was stunned.

It should have been, only 15 years old.

"Didn't he go to school?" I was surprised.

"I just came here to earn living expenses." The bartending boy said, "I came late, and I heard a lot of things. At that time, Brother Zhong went to school during the day, watched the night show at night, went back in the early morning, slept for a few hours, and went to the school during the day. School."

Speaking of this, the younger brother scratched his head, as if a little embarrassed.

"Brother Zhong also persuaded me to learn something too. I was ignorant at the time and felt that studying was useless. It would be a good idea to save the money to buy cigarettes... Now that I think about it, it is naive. You see, Brother Zhong is now reading The book is different, the aura and talk, it’s incredible.”

When the bartender boy talked about Zhong Linyun, his face was full of admiration and admiration.

When I looked at him, I always felt that this young man might have come from the countryside. He had never seen anything in the market, and when he saw someone fighting for his life, he fell in love with him. He made him a myth, and regarded him as a superhero.

In fact, what kind of superhero is Zhong Linyun?

Money, super powers, popular support.

Zhong Linyun doesn't have any of these standard equipment for superheroes.

All he has is his bandages and alcohol, and his partner in the story is not a heavenly soldier, but an ivory tower waste sitting at the door of the toilet, so useless that he might not be able to carry someone to the hospital in a coma.

I lowered my eyes, inexplicably in a bad mood.

This is my old problem, and it is also the old problem of teenagers in the ivory tower who don't worry about food and clothing.

If you have nothing to do, you will be merciful and sympathetic to those who are willing to fall.

Competing to express their correct three views and the heart of the Virgin.

It seems how noble it is to do so.

The bartender didn't see that I was depressed, and continued to brag about his Brother Zhong.

"Brother Zhong used to live in the dormitory with us, but later..."

"Mo Heng." Zhong Linyun suddenly appeared, stood a few steps away, and interrupted his words expressionlessly.

"Brother Zhong." The bartending boy called out.

Zhong Linyun nodded, he really looks like a big brother.

"Go back." He walked over to me.

"So early?" I looked up at him.

"Leaving get off work early today." He said, "Let's go."

I'm still in a low mood, and I'm lazy and don't want to move.

"I don't want to go, I feel dizzy and my feet hurt."

Zhong Linyun stood in front of me, with his back to the light, I couldn't see his expression very much.

But thinking about it, he was frowning again.

I don't know which nerve in my brain is wrong, I said: "Don't frown, you look old."

These words are abrupt, even if I usually like to say something, this kind of out-of-bounds words are obviously abrupt.

Zhong Linyun stared at me for a while, then asked, "How many drinks have you had?"

"Brother, I didn't serve the bartender." The bartender boy interrupted nervously.

"I know." Zhong Linyun didn't look at him, but continued to stare at me.

I stretched out my fingers and seriously recalled.

"Not much... about... 5 cups."

"What wine?" Zhong Linyun asked again.

I waved my hand, full of the surging and randomness of pointing the country.

"I don't know." I confessed.

Now, without using lights, I can see Zhong Linyun's brows are locked.

He was full of disapproval.

I resonated with his soul again and heard his inner expression.

"So you have no security awareness at all," he said.

I hiccupped, as a guilty consent.

I have a good capacity for alcohol. In the past, when I didn't fall out with my family, when I went to family gatherings, I could usually drink out a group of old men who had no alcohol or character.

Now that he is so drunk, it is likely that someone has a bad idea and set up a "depth charge" or something.

No wonder the cocktail was so bad, it was bitterer than traditional Chinese medicine.

With the help of alcohol, my mind opened the window of fantasy, and whimsical ideas flew out one by one, bumping around like headless flies.

The curvature of Zhong Linyun's cheeks was rounded by the effect of the light and the refraction of tears, and turned back to the appearance of baby fat.

I suddenly recalled the past. After school on Christmas Eve, I met Santa Claus who was about to go to work and gave us some candies.

I smiled and squinted my eyes, and happily took the candy.

Zhong Linyun's vigilance seems to be innate.He stood in front of me, looking carefully at the half-dressed man, and at the same time, as if he had eyes behind his back, he slapped the half-peeled candy off my hand.

In the past seven or eight years, I have made no progress.

And Zhong Linyun was still standing in front of me.

Due to emotion and reason, he failed to take the candy off my hand in time this time.

"Can I still go?" he asked.

What he said was strange, as if I said "can't" and he could carry me home.

I get goosebumps from my own fantasies about B-TV dramas.

This script, if nothing else, OOC is too serious.

How could Zhong Linyun be the kind of suqi casual male protagonist with small words, at most he would act in some kind of anti-war drama with whimsical ideas.

The kind of inspirational character who has to march [-] kilometers overnight even if his leg is sawed off.

I just had a sore heel and nothing serious.

So in any case, at least another 40 kilometers can be walked.

Be strict with yourself and others.

It is Zhong Linyun's personality that can be seen from the harsh rules in the rental house.

Many people in the bar knew Zhong Linyun, and I guess most of them may have been beaten by him.

He has been at the bar for too long and has attracted a lot of attention.

Zhong Linyun stood in front of me, blocking me tightly.

Many guests poked their heads out, as if they wanted to see who the god was, and confronted him.

I didn't want to cause any commotion, so I propped up the chair with my hands and landed firmly.

I smiled at Zhong Linyun, inexplicably with a guilty conscience.

"Go..." I said with my tongue out, "go home."