Goddess routine

Mo Xiaobei thinks everything too simply, and sometimes he is very slow to deal with some problems.

Su Ziqing stayed with her for a week, and she didn't think there was anything wrong. She foolishly thought that others were on vacation just like her.

So I felt relieved to play with her. The two of them traveled around several scenic spots this week and had a great time. At night, they got tired of being together all day long, and they almost became a conjoined body. Baby.

The good times passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Mo Xiaobei's vacation was used up, and he had to go back to work in the company.

Before getting into the train, she murmured reluctantly that she didn't want to leave, Su Ziqing smiled and comforted her, and after finally comforting her, she sent her into the train.

Su Ziqing sighed and turned around slowly when the people who were delivering the train had almost left.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, as expected, there were seven or eight missed calls, mixed with dozens of messages.

I casually opened the text message and took a look. The content in it was the same as in the past few days, asking her where she went and why she didn't go to work, but the last one was: I'm already outside the house you rented, open the door for me.

The delivery time of that message was 3 minutes ago, and it is already past eleven o'clock. When she sent Mo Xiaobei out, she only brought her mobile phone with her wallet in it. Besides going out to beat someone up, the only way left is to go back and get the money.

She is not a thick-skinned person, for the sake of her own stomach and her life, she decisively chose the latter option.

Walking unhurriedly to the door of the house, I saw the back of a familiar woman at the top of the stairs, with her arms folded and a valuable bag in her hand, she was looking at her watch with a cold face.

Hearing the sound of shoes in the silent stairwell, she turned her face, saw her, and said with a blank expression, "You can be regarded as coming back, leaving your own mother here for so long, not going to work for a week, absent from work for so long It's been a long time, are the wings hard?"

"I asked for leave with my unit."

Her mother emphasized the syllable on the word "absence of work", which made Su Ziqing feel very uncomfortable.

It seems that in her mother's eyes, she is a lazy person who knows nothing and just spends every day doing nothing.

"Can you make up for your failure to go to work by asking for leave?"

Her mother sneered, and the sharpened high-heeled shoes made a harsh friction sound on the concrete floor, "Su Ziqing, you have grown up so much, you still play such childish games with me. Let me tell you, if you don't go to work, you don't want to work , It has no influence on me at all. Whether I should be promoted or promoted next year, whether I should get a salary increase or not. Whether you starve to death on the street or are unkempt, I don’t care about you.”

This made her frown unconsciously, "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Her mother continued to sneer, "Didn't you always think that I looked down on your father when I climbed high? But you can also see what kind of temperament your father and daughter have. They are so unwilling to make progress and stay in a small place for a lifetime. Will it make people look up to?"

As she said that, her mother took a few steps forward, came in front of her, and raised the bag in her hand to the tip of her nose, her tone was very mocking, "Do you know how much this bag is? Annual salary. As for you, you will never be able to afford such an expensive thing in your life."

"you……"

Her mother is a veteran in the officialdom and knows how to handle people's hearts. Su Ziqing was quickly angered by her, her well-developed chest heaved up and down a few times, and her hands were shaking with anger.

"That's the end of my words. Whether you live or die in the future has nothing to do with me. You'd better live a leisurely life, so that I can always look down on you from a high place, and then trample you to death."

Her mother has worked in the government for decades, and her every move carries the superiority and coercion of the superior.

Although she said these words in a very relaxed tone, even with a bright smile on her face, Su Ziqing's heart was undoubtedly hurt by thousands of arrows.

She has a temperament very much like her mother, and she can't listen to others saying that she is inferior.

After saying these words with a chuckle, her mother made a phone call.

Half an hour later, a nanny car that her mother said "she will never be able to afford" drove into the neighborhood where she rented.

She saw her mother walk in with a smile, closed the car door and lowered the car window, waved her hand and smiled brightly, "My dear daughter, goodbye. I'm going to have a candlelight dinner with your Uncle Liu."

After the words fell, the car made a sound of starting the motor and drove away.

Smelling the exhaust fumes from the car, Su Ziqing bit her lower lip to the point of tearing.

The smell of blood spread in her mouth, and she didn't feel any pain, so she just stood there stupidly.

In an instant, many things floated up in her mind.

The love of her parents when she was young and the quarrels that accompanied her growing up, her father's gracious instructions to her, her mother's arbitrary lectures to her, Mo Xiaobei's gentle and smiling face, that gentle Uncle Liu's seriousness She said that if she wants to break out in the work unit,

I don't know how long it took, she clutched her aching heart, stumbled back to the room she rented, threw herself on the bed, covered the quilt, tears flowed down unscrupulously, and wet her pillow towel .

The sobbing sound was not very obvious under the cover of the quilt, and she was almost hoarse from crying, so she lifted the quilt and sat up.

I looked in the mirror and found that my eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, and my face in the mirror was older than the cynical look of her mother in my mind.

It's really like what her mother said, she is really in a mess now, no wonder her mother can laugh at her as much as she wants.

With a wry smile, she went to the sink to wash her face. After washing off all the tears on her face, she faced the dressing table and started to put on makeup.

After making sure that all the tired and swollen dark circles on her face were barely covered, and she became the confident, glamorous and beautiful Su Ziqing again, she smiled at herself in the mirror, and then went out with her bag. the door.

When I returned to the department, it happened to be the working hours in the afternoon, and several colleagues who were as old as her mother lazily came back from the tea room one after another. When they saw her, they were a little surprised, and there was a little more gossip in their eyes.

"Xiao Su, didn't you ask for leave? Why are you back?"

"Xiao Su, did you ask for leave to accompany your boyfriend?"

"No, I have an upset stomach, so I took a break from work for a while."

With a slight smile, he blocked their questions one by one. Su Ziqing put down the bag in his hand, sat down in front of his computer, and started working attentively.

The afternoon sun shines on the place where she is sitting from outside the window through the blinds, making her more than twice as energetic as before.

The colleagues next to me were still chattering about which cram school to enroll my child in would be easier to raise his interest in learning. Then the topic changed to someone whose husband bought a set of expensive diamond necklaces for her. Then he wondered where he could buy a coat made of good leather.

Among them, the woman who always ordered her to go around serving tea and water to receive and send express delivery was the loudest voice of sharp and mean complaints, always saying that those shops always didn't give her discounts because they watched people order dishes.

Her husband is the chief of their department. Although the official title is not high, after all, the emperor is far away from the mountains, and in their small office, she is enough to dominate.

She listened to it, rubbed the mug in her hand, and asked about the woman in her 40s who had been asking her to help deliver the courier. "Sister Qin, I heard from my mother before that the place called Shuanglong Street is not bad when you turn around the urban area. The leather inside is all genuine leather, and the price is fair."

The woman in her 40s who applied a lot of foundation to cover the fine powder on her face heard this, and complained to her in a very thin voice, "Oh, I've heard of that too, but the boss only treats those who are officials. It’s cheap, your mother has such a high official rank, so of course it’s cheap, ordinary people like us can’t afford it.”

"Next time my mother takes me there, I'll look for it for you. Is there any suitable one? I know the boss too. For my mother's sake, she will give me a discount."

It's not that she couldn't hear what she meant, Su Ziqing smiled lightly and said.

The woman heard it, and immediately smiled and said, "Hey, Xiao Su, you are really a living Bodhisattva. When your uncle comes back from a business trip, I must tell him that your position is not good, and you always answer the phone Printing materials for others, the uncle in the reception room is not interested in doing this anymore, you are a college graduate, how can you always be asked to do this."

"It's nothing." Su Ziqing still smiled politely, but the pain in her heart made her want to retch.

It's disgusting.

She had just quarreled with her mother just now, and in the blink of an eye she was about to give away favors with the name and connections her mother had accumulated.

She remembered that when she was in school, she rejected the confessions of one boy after another. One of the boys was stabbed by her merciless refusal. You have to point at her nose and yell at her, Su Ziqing, you are a fucking bitch who plays with the wind and waits for others to order.

She was just thankful that the boy was so poor that he didn't have enough money to buy a large bouquet of roses, and that her face wasn't disfigured by the thorns on the roses.

Looking back now, although she couldn't remember the boy's face, she found that what the boy said was actually quite right.

Indeed, she is a fake and noble person, who is both decent and upright, enough to be disgusted by everyone.

including herself.

The author has something to say: I hate it, when will it end!