I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

After watching TV for a while, I got up and went to the company.

On the way, I got a call from Reet asking me to go to 1999 this evening.I teased him a few words, and finally told him to watch it later.

When I came to the company, it was only 12:30, and the female colleague at the next table came over and looked at me in surprise, "This is the first time you came so early! Did you pick up money when you went out today?"

I smiled and answered her, "I found two hundred and five."

"Really?" she said excitedly, "Where are you? Then you have to treat me today!"

I raised my eyebrows and pointed at her, "Isn't it here? I was invited to treat you just now."

"Fuck you!" The female colleague grabbed a pen and threw it at me, "You will be poor!"

I flashed a smile and stopped talking to her.

The process of going to work is actually very boring, of course this is just for me.Because I don't do much business performance, the computer in front of me is basically used for playing games, so the salary I get is unsightly compared with other colleagues.

The scary thing is, I never thought about changing either.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, I received a text message from an unfamiliar number.

The above content only has four concise words: I miss you so much.

No need to guess, this number must belong to Liao Muqiu.As for how he knew my number, it is estimated that he checked my mobile phone while I was sleeping.

I forgot to tell you that Liao Muqiu especially likes to look at my phone while I'm sleeping, and I've caught this situation more than once.

After knowing who the owner of the number is, I didn't bother to talk to him, and also replied with four simple words: take sleeping pills.

After a while, another text message came from the phone.This time it was more blunt, and it also brought human reproduction/organs/organs/for modification-your mother/force.

I smiled and dialed the number directly.As soon as he got connected, he heard Liao Muqiu's angry voice, "Your uncle, why did you reply to my brother's text message? Did you talk like that?"

Without waiting for my answer, he said again: "If I am willing to send you a text message, it means that I think highly of you. Don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

I answered him funny, "Who wants you to text me? Harass me at work."

"What's wrong with harassing you?" He said in an arrogant tone, "Who stipulated that I am not allowed to harass you?"

I was speechless, and only heard his voice on the other end of the phone, "I was trying to stir-fry vegetables half an hour ago. After half an hour, I saw the result."

For some reason, when I heard these words, I felt an ominous premonition in my heart.But I just frowned and asked him calmly: "What's the result?"

"Wait a minute," he said, "why didn't you ask me what I cooked first?"

"What did you cook?" I asked.

After a few seconds, he said, "Egg fried rice."

I was dumbfounded, and returned to the topic just now, "What was the result?"

"Before I was fired, I read the information on the Internet and read it back and forth five or six times before I made up my mind to try it."

On the phone, his tone was sincere, "So I practiced according to the steps in the picture, including the intake of salt and soy sauce. I compared it with what was said on the Internet, but in the end—"

He paused for a few seconds, then asked in confusion, "Why did I still burn the pot?"

Hearing this answer, my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly asked, "You won't burn down my kitchen, will you?"

"No," he said.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and said perfunctorily, "That's because your method is wrong, and you don't know it."

"Impossible!" He said firmly, "I've checked it more than ten times, and it's said on the Internet, put the rice first, then beat the eggs, and it's ready."

"Yes." I answered him, "Since you know, why did you burn the pot?"

As soon as the words came out, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

I waited for a few minutes, but there was still no sound over there, thinking that the signal was disconnected, and when I was about to hang up the phone, Liao Muqiu suddenly yelled angrily: "I put the rice first, and then beat the eggs—"

After a pause, he said again: "But no one told me, I have to fuck off the oil first!"

After listening to Liao Muqiu's answer, I hung up the phone directly.

For such an idiot, he should never have called him in the first place.Thinking about it now, I must have stayed with him for a long time, and even my intelligence was infected by him.

Fearing that Liao Muqiu would not be reconciled, I hung up on him and called again indignantly.

Just to be on the safe side, I turned off my phone.

Then choose a movie and start wasting time.

When I got home from get off work, I bought a roast duck, thinking that Liao Muqiu had burned the pot, and I was planning to go to the supermarket to buy a pot.But after thinking about it, I was too lazy to mention it, struggled a bit, and gave up.

But what I didn't expect was that when I went back, there were hot meals and dishes on the coffee table.

I checked around to see if there was any sign of Liao Muqiu in the living room and kitchen, so I went straight to my room with the roast duck.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered, he saw Liao Muqiu sitting in front of the computer, killing the game in full swing.

I patted the back of his head and asked him, "Did you eat?"

He took off his headphones and replied, "No, I'm waiting for you."

I smiled and asked him, "Did you cook that dish on the table?"

After hearing this, he looked at me proudly, "That's right, otherwise you thought your little girlfriend fired you?"

I laughed at him, "My little girlfriend won't fry the dishes so ugly, and even call me to complain about burning the pot."

He squinted at me, and said coldly, "Then next time, call your little girlfriend over to cook a few dishes."

"I'm afraid I can't come," I said. "She went abroad to get married."

"Haha." He laughed, "For a person like you, if someone cooks for you, you still find it ugly. There's no reason to be single."

I threw the roast duck into his arms, "A person like you, narcissistic and brain-dead, deadly and stupid, besides pretending to be coquettish and bragging, is also suitable for staying with pigs."

He froze for a few seconds and asked me, "What do you mean?"

I told him, "Because only the same kind have a common language!"

"Bah!" He spat at me, "Speaking like you're smart."

I smiled, didn't answer him, turned around and walked towards the living room, he chased me from behind, and said resolutely as he walked: "You don't know how happy my mother smiled when she gave birth to me, even the neighbor next door smiled. My neighbors say I must be a smart kid when I grow up."

"I really don't know how much your mother smiled when she gave birth to you, but I know you are definitely not a smart child now." I answered him.

"It's just that you didn't see it." He replied with a serious face.

After I heard this, I took a careful look at him, "I know you are shameless, but I didn't expect you to reach such a peak. Your mother must never have imagined that the son she cherished for many years would turn out to be such a guy when he grows up, because once she knows, Then she should regret that she didn't cry for you after you were born."

He sneered disdainfully twice, stretched out a finger, pointed at my nose and said disdainfully, "Just ask you, do you dare to compare handsomeness with me?"

I looked at his stupid posture, and blurted out without thinking, "Why don't you dare?"

After hearing this, he looked at me pretending to be surprised, and said a line that I will never forget in my eternal life——

"Oh! I'm so moved when I heard this! I thought I was the most narcissistic person in the world, but I didn't expect that someone would dare to compare myself to my narcissism today! You don't know that my brother is so handsome that he is astonishingly handsome. Everything on the earth wakes up, dogs don't bark when they see it, wolves don't dare to howl when they see it, Wu Yanzu feels ashamed when he sees it, and Nicholas Tse feels ashamed when he sees it. Thinking about the past, my brother is more Han Han than Han Han, and Guo Jingming is still ashamed. To Guo Jingming, it would be a blockbuster if he didn't sing..."

12. Do not seek coquettishness to shock the world.

I looked at him speechlessly, really not knowing what to reply.

However, he still had to push forward, and kept bragging about himself, "Look, there are so many men in the world, why is it that I am the only one who is handsome!"

I couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped him on the back of the head, "Can you save yourself some morals?"

Then I went to the kitchen to get a bowl, ignored him, filled a bowl of rice for myself, turned on the TV and started watching.

Liao Muqiu sat beside me, staring at my rice bowl with melancholy eyes, "Did you forget something?"

I knowingly ask, "What am I forgetting?"

He spread his palms, "Where's my meal?"

I turned to look at him and said with a smile, "Show me your disability certificate."

He was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized, "Fuck you, uncle."

After finishing speaking, he stood up slowly and stared at me motionlessly, as if thinking that I would keep him.

When he walked to the door of the kitchen, he suddenly turned his head and gave me a hard look, as if Pan Jinlian wanted Ximen Qing to pay for his life, which made me tremble all over.

He took a bowl of rice and sat across from me without making a sound, without even looking at me.I can't help feeling sad in my heart, this person's eyes are not usually small.

To say that Liao Muqiu fried this dish today, in fact, I didn't know what it was at first, because the shape was too burnt, Yingying asked me to guess that he should have burned a noodle cake.

But after I ate it, I realized that the dish had an eggy smell, so I thought, he might have fried an omelette and sprinkled some green onions in it.

To be honest, the taste of this dish is not bad except that it is a little salty and burnt.At least compared to the dumplings he cooked last time, this one looks much better.

So I casually praised him, "The taste is not bad, put less salt next time."

Liao Muqiu snorted twice, but did not speak.

I laughed at him, "You have a bad temper