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That morning, after receiving a call, my mother looked at me solemnly and said, "Susu, Xiao An had a car accident on the way back last night, and he is now in the hospital."

"I went to the hospital to visit him later, because of head trauma, he has been unconscious."

[Is it just me who thinks this scumbag deserves it? 】

[I agree.As soon as his girlfriend died, he ran to chase his best friend, tsk tsk!No wonder his girlfriend wanted to kill him. 】

Ye Ling said: "Continue."

Bai Suwan nodded, "The second accident happened to my part-time manager of the milk tea shop."

"The store manager is very nice, 30 years old, female."

"She has taken good care of me since I started working."

"It was the store manager's birthday that day. She invited us to have dinner at home and told me to come early."

I went to the store manager's house with gifts around 04:30 in the afternoon, and I was the only one who arrived first.

The store manager opened the door and let me in enthusiastically.

I handed her the gift in my hand.

The store manager was very happy to receive my gift, his eyes were moist.She took my hand and said, "Thank you, Susu."

I didn't expect her reaction to be so big.

"You...you like it."

The store manager held the gift and said: "I like it very much. After so many years, this is still me..." Before she could finish the following words, she said with an "oops": "The dishes in my pot..." She hurried away Back to the kitchen.

The manager's voice came from inside.

"Susu, sit down for a while, the food will be ready soon."

"Ok."

I sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while, and it was past five o'clock in the blink of an eye, and still no colleague came over.

I went to the kitchen and asked the store manager if he needed help.

The store manager smiled and said, "No, there's just one more soup."

I sat back on the sofa again.

Just then, I received a WeChat message on my mobile phone, which was sent by another female colleague.

"Susu, you're not going to the store manager's house, are you?"

"Yes." I replied.

"My God! Did you really go?"

I don't understand why a colleague would say that.

"What's the matter? Aren't you coming?"

"We're not going. That old leftover woman has a weird temper. She seems like someone owes her millions all day long. She's either scolding this or making trouble for that."

how could be?

"The store manager is a bit strict, but it's for our own good. What's more, sometimes she says that it's because we did something wrong."

"You are really hopeless, be careful."

"What do you mean?"

"The female employee who went to the store manager's house to celebrate her birthday last time resigned the next day."

"Huh?" I didn't quite understand what she meant by that.

The store manager is indeed a bit strict with the employees, but she is not a monster that eats people.

The female colleague did not send any more messages.

"Susu."

I looked up and saw the store manager walking out with a bowl of soup. "Susu, can you do me a favor?" She asked me a little embarrassed.

"Okay, what's the job?" I said without thinking.

"That's...can you serve this bowl of chicken soup to my brother?"

"Shop manager, do you still have a younger brother?" I never heard her mention it.

The store manager nodded, "Yes."

"Why don't you ask your brother to come out and have dinner with us?"

The store manager said in embarrassment: "My brother is a disabled person."

"Huh? Is that so... I'm sorry."

"fine."

"Give me the chicken soup, I'll take it over." I stood up from the sofa, took the chicken soup from the store manager, and asked, "Which room is your brother in?"

The store manager pointed to the back and said, "The second bedroom over there."

"Ok."

I came to that room with chicken soup, raised my hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

I knocked a few more times.

The store manager's voice came, "Susu, the door is not closed, just push the door and go in."

After hearing what the store manager said, I pushed open the door, and a foul smell rushed towards me, and I almost vomited on the spot.

The room was dark and the curtains seemed to be drawn.

"Sister, I don't want to eat, you go out."

I fumbled and turned on the light.

The first thing I saw was a dump, the tiny room was full of garbage, piles of tissues on the floor, and it gave off an unspeakable stench.

Lying on the bed was a scantily clad man, so thin that he could see his ribs.

The moment the man saw me, his eyes lit up.

He smiled and asked, "Are you here to celebrate my sister's birthday?"

I nodded.

The strong physical discomfort made me want to leave here quickly.

His eyes fell on the chicken soup in my hand.

"Are you here to bring me chicken soup?"

I nodded.

"Hee hee, then bring it here quickly."

I bite the bullet and walked into this small room, stepped on the sticky paper towels, and walked to the bed step by step.

Just as I was about to put the chicken soup on the table next to me, the man's voice sounded again.

"I'm disabled, I can't eat by myself. Didn't my sister tell you? Let you feed me." He stared at me and said.

"No, I'll call your sister to come and feed you." I really couldn't stay in this stinky room for a second.

The man suddenly cried, "Woooooo..."

A big man in his 20s actually uttered a cry of aggrieved children.

"You despise me, you think I'm dirty, don't you? Huh...you all despise me, but...but my right hand and leg are all disabled because of saving people. This world is unfair, good people are not rewarded."

I was stunned by his words.

He continued: "Five years ago, a pregnant woman crossed the road and ran a red light. I rushed to save her. But my right hand and legs were permanently disabled."

"Afterwards, the pregnant woman's family and the driver only paid me a small amount of money. I have never left this room in the past five years."

"Now you still despise me!"

"This world is not fair, good people are not rewarded."

After all, my heart has softened. I feel that if I leave here now, it will be a heinous crime.

"I...I'll feed you."

"Really?" he asked in surprise.

I nodded.

"Then you sit on it and get closer to me. You...you smell really good on your body. It smells good. It doesn't smell like me."

I really didn't want to sit on this stained bed, but under his expectant gaze, I resisted the discomfort and sat down.

I filled the spoon with chicken soup and fed it to his mouth.

He opened his mouth to hold the spoon and drank it in one gulp.

“Delicious~”

I gave him another spoonful.

He drank again.

Three scoops.

drank again.

While drinking the chicken soup, his small eyes kept staring straight at my face.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

"What have you been looking at me for?"

"You look good."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shook my head.

He is happier.

"Have you ever conceived a child?"