Human food sex

Sleeping is the same for everyone if it is not for other purposes, but it is a normal need of adults.Haiwan wasn't hypocritical enough to cry and make Chi Gui responsible, and he didn't feel that he had suffered a disadvantage because of this.

He couldn't accept social corruption in his heart, but when he really fell in love, he fell asleep when he fell asleep.Seeing Chigui's expression was even more indifferent, and he didn't need to pester him.

Haiwan calmed down and said, "Sleep... If you sleep, ah, right."

"Huh?" Chi Gui couldn't understand his vague code words.

"Just turn...to turn the page." Haiwan swallowed two flesh-pink shrimp dumplings in a panic, and asked after thinking about it: "Yesterday, um...why just...slept, slept with you?"

Chi Gui put down the coffee cup, put his hands behind his back and said, "You were so drunk last night, you pestered me after you came back from the shower, and insisted on pushing me to the bed. I saw you begging poorly, so I put you to sleep." .”

"..." Haiwan buried his head in the red bean paste bowl, hid his cheeks that were redder than shrimp dumplings, and asked, "I actually...then did I say anything last night?"

Chi Gui stared at his secretly looking up eyes, shook his head and said, "No, I just said I still want to sleep."

"I—" Haiwan became more and more ashamed, wishing he could slap himself twice, "I'm sorry."

"No need." Chi Gui said, "I was just going to talk to you."

Haiwan grabbed the edge of the chair with both hands and looked at him nervously: "Talking about... what?"

"Just talk about me sleeping with you." His tone was calm and serious, as if he was talking about a new round of investment project list, "Although you begged me, you were insane at the time and had no capacity for civil conduct. It is really inappropriate for me to do this to take advantage of others' danger. Since I have done it, I have to bear the consequences, and I never intend to shirk my responsibility. I owe you this matter. If you want anything, as long as I can satisfy it, just ask."

What he means is that they still need to return to a transactional relationship with a clear hierarchy of power.He can spend a lot of money to buy a good night, but he can only be the guest of his dreams. If he serves well at night, he can take the money and leave during the day.

Haiwan was extremely shocked at first, but he didn't feel annoyed at all, and even felt a little bit of joy in his heart.He feels honored to be able to warm each other with the person he likes, and to be treated tenderly by him, no matter whether he is sober or not, and whether he will regret it later.

But now, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. After all, he was acting affectionate.

"I don't want anything." Haiwan raised his head, put down his chopsticks and said, "Don't worry, I won't stalk you, just pretend it never happened, and you don't have to worry too much about it."

"No." Chi Gui waved his hands expressionlessly, "Your kindness is your business, I never owe anyone. Since you don't want anything, I can only give you what you don't have. You are in the studio now, How much is the monthly salary?"

Haiwan was startled, stood up and said, "I don't want money!"

He is short of money and likes money, but he will not make money in this way.

"I know." Chi Gui's eyes fell on him unquestionably, "Answer my question."

"I..." Haiwan couldn't help but sit back under his scrutiny, and lowered his head, "We don't calculate the monthly salary, but the basic salary, plus magazine sales, and some messy subsidies to calculate the money."

Of course Chigui knows how his salary is calculated, and even his salary details are still lying in his private mailbox, "Don't you have a general understanding of your financial situation?"

Haiwan pulled his hair, went to his bedroom table to get a pen and paper, wrote a series of numbers on it, and handed it to him: "That's about it."

"These add up to less than [-] yuan per month." Chi Gui glanced at his handwriting, and continued: "Your monthly rent is [-] yuan, plus the property, utilities, and gas expenses. Ten thousand. In addition to housing, there are clothing, food, and transportation. Based on your standard of living, one thousand a month is more than enough. There is almost nine thousand left, but you still have debts."

"How do you know?" Haiwan's original shame was replaced by surprise, and he asked him with staring eyes: "Who told you that I was in debt?"

Chi Gui said indifferently: "You said it yourself last night, but you didn't say how much you owe."

"Did I even tell you this?" He closed his eyes and sighed, covered his face and said, "I'm... not a fraction, eight thousand and six a month."

"Eight thousand six." Chi Gui nodded, and said clearly: "That is to say, your monthly disposable income is less than 400 yuan. This means that you cannot allow any accidents in your life, otherwise you will You’re going to be cornered. To put it bluntly, if you stumble on the road now, you won’t be able to make ends meet.”

His tone was as indifferent as ever, and the suffering seemed unworthy in his eyes.

There was a slight sound from the central air conditioner, and the indoor temperature was still as low as twenty degrees.It was clearly midsummer, but sitting in the room felt cold to the marrow.

The fingertips of the bay are icy cold, and the pores of the whole body shrink in the air, which is as cool as a pool of autumn water.He bowed his head in silence for a long time, and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

He knew that his life was like a quagmire, no matter how he struggled, he was still stuck in it and couldn't extricate himself.Why should he look back on such a penniless life.

Chi Gui said unhurriedly: "I want to tell you that no matter what I offer you, you have no room to refuse."

Poverty equals loss of choice.

Bay knew it well, and he was right: "I see."

"Then we can discuss some serious matters." Chi Gui took a piece of paper from the bar by the kitchen and handed it to him, "In all fairness, your salary is not low. Of course, it is because of your qualifications. But your needs are obvious. Higher. You have a lot of time and you can definitely take another job."

"I know, but—"

Chi Gui interrupted him in time: "You don't need to say, I can probably guess the situation. So this is what I give you, a job application."

"Job?" Haiwan was stunned, "Where can I get hired? What can I do?"

"It's written on the application." Chi Gui motioned him to turn the paper over.

Haiwan did as he said, seeing that his personal information had been filled out on the above, and he knew who made it without asking: "You asked me to work as a waiter in your store?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the last time I saw you on the mountain, you were applying for a job at a hotel." The statement he used was obviously well-thought-out.

Haiwan was afraid of being stared at by him, those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his body and see into the depths of his soul, and all the secrets of his mind could not be hidden.

"Yes, but..." he muttered, "They didn't want me."

There was no unnecessary expression on Chi Gui's face, no consolation, no sarcasm, he nodded and said: "It is conceivable that if it were me, I would not use you. This has nothing to do with your ability. Employers have their own rules and regulations. Consider, since the rules are set, they cannot be easily broken."

Haiwan muttered: "Then you still want me to go to your restaurant."

"My restaurant, the rules are set by me." His reaction was not unexpected, "And the customer base in my restaurant is different from that of the hotel, and the staff required are also different. Compared with experience and education, I value appearance more and attitude."

He said the word "look" so unabashedly, which made Haiwan stunned: "Do you want to look good?"

"Of course." Chi Gui looked at his watch, probably feeling that he had plenty of time, and continued, "I'm hiring a waiter. If you're the face of a shop, how can you be competent if you don't look good? You've been to the shop, you should know What kind of group is consuming there. Compared with ordinary restaurants, their needs are more complex and diverse.”

"But don't worry, I'm not a pimp, and I won't get a private club introducer to insult my employees. What you have to do here is to be pleasing to the eye, considerate and humble. You don't need to bow your head and be servile, this is not the old The mansion of the society, you have a sound personality and full power. If something unpleasant happens, the restaurant also has perfect relief measures."

The more Haiwan heard it, the more he felt that it seemed like a good choice to work for him.He joked with Lu Yuanzhou that day, saying that it would be nice to have such a generous boss, and he happened to meet one right now.

"What did I do in the past?" He was moved.

Chi Gui said with a straight face: "This is what I want to talk to you about. If you regard this place as a place to make a living, then you don't need to know too much. Because you were brought in by me, others will not treat you badly. But than Compared with this, I hope you use this place as a springboard."

"The springboard?" Did he want him to use it to walk up?

This is exactly what Chigui means: "You can't stay with me forever when you go to a high place. Don't underestimate the waiters. In my restaurant, the waiters can also be on their own. And the attitude of my employees is very important. The guests are gentle and courteous, and what is more important is how to treat this profession."

"I hope you can learn something from it, and this experience can help you go further when you go to other places in the future. The height of your life is predetermined, but the width can be expanded by itself, it all depends on how you do it."

Haiwan's blood boiled when he heard it, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.He doesn't care if it's chicken soup if he returns late, as long as he gets the spoon, he will be satisfied.

"Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?" He finally showed a little smile, "You are such a nice person."

Chi Gui said disdainfully: "That's because I slept with you. Self-love is the first problem you have to get rid of. This job must not be too self-focused. As I said, since you don't want anything, I can only give it to you. You don't have any."

Haiwan silently rolled his eyes and said "Oh".

"Your work will not be very busy. There are three tables of guests a day, and you can ask for leave at any time." Chi Gui got up and walked to the door, changing his shoes while saying, "Report in the afternoon with the application for employment, and Lao Chen in the administrative office will help you Good procedure. Clean up the table and pour out the leftovers. Yesterday you washed the dishes with residual water stains, don’t let the same situation happen again today.”

Haiwan agreed repeatedly, leaning on the corner cabinet and watched him turn around the corridor before closing the door.

The first thing to do was to inform Lu Yuanzhou. He ran back to the room and found the paper bag containing the clothes, took out his cell phone and dialed.

There were bursts of busy voices over there, the bay replayed it again, and Lu Yuanzhou's lazy voice came out from the opposite side: "Hello—who is it?"

"It's me, why are you still sleeping?" Haiwan looked at his watch, it was just a quarter past seven, "Oh, I forgot to check the time, I have something important to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Lu Yuanzhou turned over, a little irritable, "So happy."

Haiwan snorted and said, "I slept with the frozen snail..."

"Hmm—" The voice in the microphone paused for three seconds, and suddenly shouted: "What?"

Fortunately, Haiwan had the foresight to put the phone away. He rubbed his almost deaf ears, bit his lips and said, "Just last night, it seemed like I came back... anyway, that's what he said."

Lu Yuanzhou sat up and asked, "Are you sure? He told you himself?"

"Not sure." Haiwan shook his head in the air, "I can't remember what happened last night at all. The thing you gave me was too strong. But Chigui told me personally that he Said he put me... No, he slept with me."

"He couldn't be teasing you, could he?" The news was too sensational, and Lu Yuanzhou was very skeptical, "He said he put you to sleep, so don't you feel it?"

Haiwan was at a loss: "What, what does it feel like?"

"Are you stupid?" Lu Yuanzhou was completely helpless, "Haven't you ever eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig running? You... feel the feeling, the back door—there—is there nothing different? It hurts, or it's just a feeling strange."

"It seems..." Haiwan walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, looked back at his butt wrapped in jeans, and looked at the ceiling feeling for a long time, wondering: "I don't feel anything."

Lu Yuanzhou was not very sure: "No way...is he so skilled?"

Haiwan pondered for a long time, and said with certainty: "It should be."