Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

In July, Kōkai City is like a huge furnace, and the occasional breeze is filled with suffocating heat.

In these dog days, there are still people who are meticulously dressed in suits and leather collars, carrying briefcases and walking slowly across the asphalt road that is about to be roasted by the big fireball above their heads.

The well-fitting dark blue suit wrapped the man's slender waist, and his fair skin was slightly reddened by the hot sun.

Sweat dripped down the forehead, across the man's neatly trimmed brows like emerald feathers, and fell on the corners of his eyes. The heat wave hit him layer by layer, making his already gentle eyes look more like a layer of mist.

He finally stopped, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and looked through the pink heat wave through his light brown eyes——

The state-owned enterprise building in front looked like a gray prison from a distance, filled with haze visible to the naked eye.

He sighed, with the word "mourning" written all over his face, and walked slowly forward.

"Little Hu, are you here? Why do you look listless and didn't sleep well last night?"

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw the overly enthusiastic janitor holding the blue old-fashioned slippers between his big toes, shaking them once and for all.

"Master, I'm Song Yinzhi, you've misremembered me again." The man smiled helplessly.

"Song Gangzhi?" The uncle asked again, stroking his barren head.

"Song Yinzhi."

Uncle: "What Yinzhi?"

Song Yinzhi: "Master, please rest."

Song Yinzhi really didn't bother arguing with the uncle, because he felt that the uncle didn't have to bother to remember his name anymore. He handed in his resignation today, and everyone will be gone in the future.

He went straight up to the third floor and put the resignation letter in front of the section chief. The section chief pretended to hold it back:

"Xiao Song, there are a lot of yin and yang in our system."

Well, as soon as I heard the tone of the section chief, I knew it was an old hermaphrodite.

"Let me give you a word. Keeping your mouth shut is the way to survive in the workplace."

Song Yinzhi smiled, but didn't speak.

The meaning of the chief of the alopecia areata is obvious, that is to say, he can't be a human being.

Then there was a perfunctory "That's fine, I won't bother you anymore, just walk slowly, I still have something to do here."

Song Yinzhi took a deep breath, and walked out of the unit building with his briefcase.

Looking at the scorching sun above his head, he had the feeling of being released from prison for a moment.

The system is fine, but it just doesn't suit him.

When he came to the gate, the janitor still maintained the posture of flipping his slippers between his toes, as if he could smell the refreshing fragrance through a door.

"Master, can you open the door for me?"

"Open what?"

"Open the door."

"Open the window?"

Song Yinzhi: "Master, you are busy."

He came to the edge of the fence, threw the briefcase out like a discus, then tried his best to stretch out his confining suit, and climbed up the wall like a gecko.

With a sharp thrust, he almost hit his head on the ground. Fortunately, he is agile, otherwise, with this posture, he would have to be as bald as the section chief.

The subway was full of sleepy bugs, connected with rows of yawns, which happened to be highly consistent with the rhythm of the subway's slight bump. The smell of axillary incense permeated the subway, making people's throats sore.

Two girls in high school uniforms were looking at their mobile phones together, their long hair hanging down, blocking their pretty faces.

Whispering came, like two hamsters stealing food.

"What kind of monster? It's just a marketing gimmick. The news these days doesn't have three or four reversals. It's embarrassing to call it news."

"Really, look, normal humans don't have golden eyes." Another girl was not convinced.

"Oops, it's just overexposed."

Two high school students discussed the news pushed by their mobile phones softly.

Song Yinzhi leaned on the backrest, his eyes were looking somewhere without focus.

Monsters, if only there were monsters in this world, no matter how bloodthirsty they are, they are not full of insatiable desires like humans from head to toe. Dealing with monsters is definitely much easier than dealing with humans Bar.

"Fangjiayuan is here, passengers getting off..." A mechanical female voice sounded from the subway.

Song Yinzhi was still in a daze. Next to him, an aunt whose leg circumference was comparable to a normal person's hip circumference, broke through the encirclement and squeezed down with the posture of a supermarket discount.

This 200-jin kick almost knocked out his soul.

He suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at the station announcement screen in a daze. His eyeballs almost fell out when he saw it. He quickly took his briefcase and got off the subway with the crowd.

How did Song Yinzhi come back by subway? As soon as he walked to the door of the house, he heard several shrill voices coming from inside:

"This kid Yinzhi has nothing but obedience. Who doesn't know that the work of the system is hard work and not flattering, so do you think he dares to resign?"

It is said that the three women are like a flock of ducks. With this movement, Song Yinzhi thought that the family had poked a duck's nest.

"Yeah, I would advise our family to go back to China and find a wife. You can say that he is abroad, and he earns a lot of money, but there is nothing better than ours in foreign countries. In the end, this dead child hates the money of the system. Less, you are not stupid, the money is less, but the welfare is good!"

Song Yinzhi with this broken voice knows that the aunt who lives upstairs is nicknamed Broken Mouth, and her son is competitive and earns a lot of money by going abroad to do business. Die" or "Men should go out for a break", anyway, every time I see Song Yinzhi, I just say these two sentences back and forth.

Sure enough, when she said this, her mother immediately fell silent inside, and it was probably hard to refute because of the neighbors.

"Oh, I have to go back and cook for my nephew. I know how to make money every day. I don't care about the small money of one hundred and eighty thousand. Otherwise, he is worthless. Sometimes I really get tired of serving him." Auntie Said, got up to go.

Song Yinzhi quickly leaned over and hid at the stairs, and only dared to come out after watching the two aunts go up the stairs wriggling their bucket waists.

He opened the door cautiously, and as expected, his mother was stimulated by the plastic sister again, and she was tidying up the table in the living room, with such an attitude that she wanted to wipe a big hole out of the table.

"Mom, I'm back..." Song Yinzhi called weakly.

When the mother saw Song Yinzhi, she felt strange, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Why are you back? Didn't you go to work?"

Song Yinzhi clutched his briefcase, a little afraid to speak.

"Speak, are you dumb?!" The mother's eyes widened, and her voice suddenly rose an octave.

"I..." Song Yinzhi really wished he had a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot or let him die suddenly.

Forget it, it's a blessing, not a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

Song Yinzhi felt that the fire could not be covered with paper, and such a thing could not be kept hidden for a lifetime, so he simply admitted:

"I couldn't stand those people in the company, so I resigned..."

Hearing this sentence, my mother felt as if she had been petrified. Every cell in her body stopped working, so that the blood began to flow back uncontrollably, straight to her forehead.

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"This dead boy! I raised him so much! I sold pots and sold iron for him to study. In the end, I can't even bear this little hardship. What can I do in the future!"

Even through two doors, I could still hear my mother's heart-piercing cries from the living room.

In fact, Song Yinzhi knew that he had done something wrong, and his mother spent half his life continuing to spend more than [-] yuan to get him into an airline company as a clerk. Within half a year, he handed in his resignation.

But even if I don't take the initiative to leave today, I will still be kicked out or treated coldly for the rest of my life if I fail to meet the quota. That place is too uncomfortable. My character of not loving to fight or grab is destined to become a stepping stone for others.

"Xiuhe, don't cry. Wipe away your tears. Let's think about it. The child may have his own thoughts. Resigning may not be a bad thing. Maybe there is a chance to make a fortune waiting for him." While consoling.

"Where do you want me to put this old face in the future? I'm 25 years old. If people ask me where I am, what should I say, squatting at home and gnawing on the old?"

This sentence is tantamount to giving Song Yinzhi a soul crit with ten thousand points.

"Don't worry, Xiuhe, I'll talk to Yinzhi," said the aunt.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Song Yinzhi sat for a while, then went to open the door reluctantly.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw my aunt's smile was a little embarrassed.

In fact, Song Yinzhi still likes his aunt very much, she is open-minded and sensible, Song Yinzhi only dared to tell his aunt when he encountered unhappy things when he was a child. It can be said that if his aunt was not there, he would not have known which forest he was in. in.

Aunt handed over a bowl of pork ribs and rice, and said with a smile: "Yinzhi, I see you haven't eaten dinner yet, so eat something first."

Song Yinzhi had no appetite, so he just took the bowl of rice and held it in his hand without moving.

"You tell your aunt why you resigned."

Song Yinzhi stared at the bowl of rice for a long while before slowly opening his mouth: "Because he has been dealt with coldly for a long time, and the target cannot be completed or turned right."

"Why was it treated coldly?"

"It was when I was having dinner with my colleagues, and my colleagues complained about the section chief when they drank too much, and I also echoed a few words..."

The more Song Yinzhi spoke, the lower his voice became.

There was a trace of grievance in his extremely delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the tip of his eyes was red.

Because this matter is really aggrieved, the colleague kept asking himself after drinking too much, and insisted on admitting that the section chief is alopecia areata.

And he just nodded along, didn't even say a word, but turned his head and was told to the section chief by a caring person, and even added fuel and vinegar to turn right and wrong, and it turned out that he was the first to insult the leader there.

But the colleague who has been complaining about the section chief has nothing to do. I heard that he has been included in the quota for regularization.

Seeing his appearance, my aunt sighed slightly, and patted Song Yinzhi on the shoulder:

"Yinzhi, my aunt also knows that you have such a personality and are indeed not suitable for this system, but your mother is not easy, so you have to come up with a practical solution anyway, and you can't let your mother stay at home. Why don't you just keep you, don't you feel sorry for her?"

Song Yinzhi nodded: "How can it not hurt."

The aunt looked at the boy's aggrieved appearance, sighed, and continued:

"Well, someone just contacted me a few days ago and asked if there is any suitable person around me to recommend me to be a housekeeper. The salary is high and the work is easy. You also know the current economic situation, it is difficult to find a job, otherwise you Do it first, and wait until you find a suitable one?"

As soon as the housekeeper was mentioned, Song Yinzhi thought of that kind of old man who was nearly fifty years old and had no words and smiles.

He was a little undecided. After all, a high salary was an extremely attractive condition, but it might be because of the faint pride in his heart. He felt that he graduated from a prestigious school, was young, and didn't want to serve others.

"One hundred thousand a month. It's a rare opportunity. I have been to many people who were dismissed before the internship period. My aunt thinks that you have a good temper, so there shouldn't be a big problem."

"One hundred thousand?!" Song Yinzhi looked at his aunt in astonishment, his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Calculated in this way, the annual salary is one million, which is catching up with the executives of state-owned enterprises.

"Yes, the usual job is to take care of the employer, feed the dog, and you don't have to worry about the rest. There is also a babysitter over there."

"What kind of family is this that pays such a high salary." Song Yinzhi couldn't help but wonder if there was any other theory in it, otherwise it would be an exaggeration for a housekeeper to pay one hundred thousand.

"It's a consortium, IZ Electronics, you should know."

Song Yinzhi thinks that everyone with a head knows IZ Electronics. His family controls 60.00% of the country's electronics industry, ranging from mobile phone cameras to home appliances and even cars, and even real estate.

"But I still don't understand, should such a consortium hire someone who is professionally trained in management?"

My aunt thought for a while, then shook her head: "It doesn't mean that if you go, you will definitely be able to stay. The selection criteria there are very strict. After going there, more than a dozen came back, and there are many professional housekeepers among them. Maybe the employer has a weird temper? I It's not very clear, you should try it first, and then tell if it works."

eccentric?No matter how weird he was, could he be as weird as his previous section chief who indiscriminately labeled him?

"Then I'll try first..."

"Well, but when you go there tomorrow, don't dress too seriously. I just heard people say that the employer doesn't like that kind of rigid person, and thinks this kind of person is not energetic."

Song Yinzhi nodded.

To be honest, he doesn't like to be strict, but since he entered a state-owned enterprise, he has to wear suits and leather shoes every day. He said that they represent the image of national public officials. Had to wear a suit and tie.

Amidst the sobbing of his mother, Song Yinzhi also slept very restlessly that night. He tossed and baked big cakes all night. Early the next morning, with a pair of sore eyes open, he took his resume and set foot on the way to the IZ consortium's house. The long journey--

I got off the subway and transferred to the bus. After the bus, I had to take a taxi. According to the address given by my aunt, the taxi was unwilling to continue driving, but it was still four or five kilometers away from IZ's house.

Song Yinzhi paid the money, got out of the car, and planned to walk over.

Under the scorching sun above his head, two lumps of powder suddenly bloomed on his fair face, and the white T-shirt on his body was also soaked in sweat, forming an irregular puddle of sweat on his back.

Song Yinzhi wiped the sweat from his chin, looked at the mobile phone navigation, and looked at the surrounding vegetation. There was not even a passing car around. He wondered if he had gone to the wrong place.

Generally, the mansions of such large consortiums should be located in high-end residential areas, the ones that extend in all directions, seeing that this is going to the suburbs, but the map shows that there are still 1.5 kilometers left, and if you go further, you will almost reach it. It's a village in the city.

The scorching sun almost melted the asphalt road under his feet, Song Yinzhi raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin, and walked wearily along the endless asphalt road.

He casually glanced at his watch, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning, and seeing that it was almost time for the interview, Song Yinzhi didn't dare to delay any longer, took a sip of water, and then strode forward with his legs that were softened into dough .

Under the high temperature exposure, even the air became extremely soft, like a piece of cotton stuck in Song Yinzhi's mouth and nose, and a strong sense of suffocation came over him.

Song Yinzhi looked at the map again and found that the destination was very close.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but jump up with joy. He took out his resume from his backpack, took a deep breath, and then rushed to the destination indicated by the navigation.

Pushing aside the barriers of layers of leaves, a huge white building loomed in sight.

From a distance, it looks somewhat similar to the Taj Mahal in India.

The building was surrounded by wild trees and weeds. Although it was a July day, there was a hint of chill within a radius of tens of meters of the house. Next to the deep copper-golden gate stood two marble sculptures about the size of ordinary people.

The sculpture is weird and weird, with a deer face and a human body, with half-foot fangs and fierce eyes, it looks like a nondescript monster.

Song Yinzhi looked at the sculpture, swallowed subconsciously, and his heart soared into the air in an instant——

How could anyone put such a thing up?Or is it that the owner of this house believes in some strange ghosts and gods.

Thinking about it, Song Yinzhi couldn't help shivering.

Although there was a big fireball burning vigorously above his head, he was still shivering from the cold.

Forget it, let's go and have a look first.

Thinking about it, Song Yinzhi held his resume and walked carefully to the gate.

He looked back and forth at the door looking for the doorbell, but he couldn't find it after searching around.

Surprised, he considered knocking on the door and forgetting about it.

However, the moment he raised his hand, the copper-gold gate in front of him suddenly trembled twice, and then, accompanied by a strange "clicking" sound, the gate slowly opened a thin crack.

A strong fragrance floated out along this slit.

Inside the arched stained glass on the second floor, there is a faint black shadow. Although it is blurry, you can vaguely discern a tall, thin and healthy body. The plain brown hair sets off the already fair face even more gorgeously like falling snow. .

His wax-like eyes stared at the man downstairs motionlessly, and his thin lips curled up in a mocking smile that was not a smile.

Is it finally here?