I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

On certain occasions, I like to use famous cigarettes to show my identity and status.It's not that he can't afford it himself, it's just that he's too harsh. To put it simply, he's stingy. He likes to squeeze the money out of his employees. He insists on thinking that the best landowners are always the ones who are robbed.

When I stepped into the elevator, I met a man.

I was surprised when I saw him.Because I thought I should be the last one late in the company, but I didn't expect someone to be late than me and not be caught by the boss.

On the one hand, I envied his luck, and on the other hand, I regretted my Furong.

After entering the elevator, I didn't look at him. I just glanced at him briefly and didn't leave any impression.

The atmosphere at the beginning was relatively quiet. Although they were all employees, they didn't talk to each other because they didn't know each other.

It wasn't until about a minute later that a self-pitying sigh sounded from behind me.

"All the handsome guys in this world have been turned into pigs by witches, and I'm the only one left! Oh, what should I do? The pressure is so great!"

The man had a nice voice.

Drunk and dumb, one part remote, two parts chewing and thinking, and three parts deep and intoxicated.

When uttering that sentence, the speed of speech was extremely slow.

Although the sentence is a bit far-fetched, and even has a feeling of not being surprising and endless, but it is understandable, and it has successfully attracted my attention.

Because that sentence was so ridiculous, I had to turn around and look at the buddy standing behind me.

I saw that he was holding a brown-red wooden mirror slightly larger than a palm in his left hand, which happened to completely cover his face.On the back of the mirror, there are several hollowed-out cloud-pattern flower carvings, which look antique, very much like the kind of bronze mirrors that were often placed in the homes of young ladies in ancient boudoirs.

On the handle of the wooden mirror, I held a white and slender hand with well-defined knuckles, and a Tibetan silver ring was worn on the ring finger, and a small and round dark blue natural stone was embedded in the center of the ring.

With this hand, there is an indescribable charm.

And on his wrist, he also wore a string of brown-yellow opals, bright in color and full of particles, it should be a high-quality item.

Looking further down, I don't know how to describe it.

I saw that this buddy was wearing an off-white V-neck bamboo wrinkled cotton linen robe, the length of which was just above the knees.Four pairs of dark red fancy buckles are sewn under the neckline, making a pair of collarbones deep and sexy.She wore a pair of apricot cotton linen wide-leg trousers on her lower body, with the trousers rolled up two centimeters above the ankles, and a pair of old black Beijing cloth shoes.

Looking around, he looks like a rich young master who traveled through the period of the Republic of China.

It's not that his outfit is not good-looking, it's just that in the fast-paced modern aesthetics, such an elegant and simple dress always has a strange feeling that cannot be explained clearly.Standing beside him for tens of seconds, you can always smell a strong rural atmosphere coming towards you, which makes you unconsciously think of the hard work of the farmer's uncle when he went to the field to plant rice seedlings.

Just when I was immersed in the fantasy of pastoral life, the wooden mirror full of classic atmosphere finally moved away from this buddy's face.

And when I saw this buddy's face, all the incongruities I felt about his outfit before were all strangely harmonious.

There was nothing special about this face.Thick and neat eyebrows, star-like eyes, high and straight nose, thin and perfect lips.It's beautiful, but it doesn't make people remember it at a glance.

And the reason why I say you need to see this face to be able to coordinate is because of the mole on his upper eyelid.

This mole is red, which is what is often called a cinnabar mole in books.This mole grew on the end of his upper left eyelid, and happened to be on the lines of his double eyelids, giving people the illusion that he had painted a red eyeliner.

And the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned.

When you look at the whole face, you don't feel anything, but when you just look at those eyes, you can always feel a faint charm, filled with infinite charm, Shi Shiran attacking you.

At that time, I felt that this was probably the legendary fox's eye.

When these eyes were paired with this outfit, all the unpleasantness from before disappeared.And when he stood there, staring at you quietly, you even had the illusion of being in a picturesque place in ancient times.

But this illusion, when he spoke the first sentence to me, he was beaten to pieces by him abruptly.

"Hello, my name is PDD! People give me a nickname - whoring duan diao!"

2. You must be scolding me because you don't understand me.

I really don't know how to respond to this shocking greeting.So I can only pretend to be gentle and refined, and politely reply: "Hello."

Probably because he felt that my answer was too rigid and not bold enough, which made him unable to answer the next question.So he started to hold up his wooden mirror again, buried his whole face in front of the mirror, looked left and right, and didn't know what to see.

During this period, he kept uttering all kinds of sighs, and his tone was so resentful that he looked like a young woman who married the wrong husband, which even made me feel bad.

Just as he was about to sigh his sixth sentence, the floor where I was working finally arrived.I can almost say that I couldn't wait to step out of the elevator, more diligently than rushing to the funeral.

But what I didn't expect was that as soon as my front foot stepped out of the elevator, my right hand was grabbed by him.

I turned my head and looked at him suspiciously, asking what he meant with my eyes.He looked at me, then at the outside of the elevator, and whispered in my ear, "Do you work here?"

Although I felt that the question was a bit inexplicable, I still nodded at him, "What's wrong?"

He hesitated for a moment, and said, "Actually, I am also a company owner."

I was amused by his words, "So you're here to poach someone?"

"You can't say that." He refuted me, "I'm here to hire talents with high salaries."

I smiled, "So you're here to encourage me to quit?"

He thought for a while, "You can also say that."

"Then what do you do?"

"What are you doing?"

"Work," I said, "I asked you what your company does."

"Oh." He nodded, looked out of the elevator a few more times, and then leaned into my ear and whispered four words, "Sex toys."

After I finished listening, I took a deep look at him, feeling the urge to kick him to death.

But I didn't do it, although I also felt that he was playing me.I even kindly took out a soft hibiscus from my pocket and handed it to him. After he took it, I said, "How old are you this year?"

He glanced at me suspiciously, and replied slowly: "22."

"22!" I imitated our boss's tone, patted him on the shoulder, and praised: "Young and promising! Young and promising!" The topic changed, and I regretted: "But, it's a pity!"

After finishing speaking, I imitated our boss's appearance and took another deep look at him.

This glance probably made him a little terrified, and he trembled a little when he spoke, "What do you mean?"

I smiled, "I didn't do anything, I just feel sorry for you."

"Sorry for what?"

I shook my head, sighed like he did when he looked in the mirror in the elevator, and obviously saw his shoulders tremble, so I pretended to be sad and said: "You said you, you look quite normal You guys, why do you like to look at yourself in the mirror, and imitate the girl's tone of self-pity and self-pity? It's okay to be self-pity, but why do you still think that you are the most handsome in the world? And you are under a lot of pressure? In fact, it’s nothing. It’s a good thing to be able to start a company, but you can’t be promising? If you can’t be the chairman of the financial board, you can still say that you are a junk shop owner? Even if you are not the boss, you should take medicine before going out! Don’t take it The medicine came out to deceive people, and your entire IQ was exposed as soon as you spoke. You are still at the level of mental retardation, do you think I can not feel sorry for you?"

After I finished speaking, I turned around and walked out of the elevator, ignoring the stupid expression behind me.

It wasn't until I walked three steps away that he reacted from the stupefaction, and immediately shouted behind me emotionally, "You are the owner of the junk shop! You are the mentally retarded! You have to take medicine! My fucking eyebrows There's a pimple on it, what's wrong with looking in the mirror?!"

I thought I would never see him again after that time.

However, we all know that God is a very wicked thinker, and he is good at making all kinds of jokes with us that you can't handle.

On the third day after I said goodbye to him, he followed our boss and appeared in front of me swaggeringly.

His attitude was arrogant and domineering, he scanned the work documents on my desk, sat firmly in the center of my desk, looked down at me with a look similar to that of an emperor looking at a beggar, and spoke in the same tone as his elder brother is Chen Haonan, "Know what I am doing today What are you here for?"

I didn't talk to him, I just sorted out the documents he had swept to the side and put them aside, and looked at him from top to bottom.

He was wearing a dark blue linen robe today, with a small V-shaped incision at the clavicle on his left shoulder.His brown hair was softly attached to the back of his head, with slightly curled ends, and his bangs were casually scattered to both sides, blocking the red mole at the end of his eyes.

He was alone on my desk, looking at me slightly sideways.Because of the close distance and the angle of looking down, I can even see the thin line above his eyelids.

I took a step back slightly, met his eyes and said teasingly: "I don't have scraps to sell to you, nor buy scraps, let alone sex toys."

He was stunned for two seconds, and then said angrily, "You're the one who sells junk!"

I smiled and was about to answer, but the boss took the lead.

He sighed, and looked at me with his trademark regretful eyes, "Nanbei! I'm here today, and there is a very important