Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 469 Horror Murder Comics ([-])
Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory tells us that soul needs are the highest level needs that are absolutely above physiological needs.

In the same way, a conclusion can be inferred——

The highest state of abuse is not the abuse of the body, but the abuse of the heart.

However, Qiao Wei intends to improve on this basis.

She decided to let Gu Wei be the knife holder.

Qiao Wei already had a preliminary plan in mind, and she was not in a hurry to knock down Gu Wei, who had a high self-esteem.

She is a patient hunter.

When dealing with the prey in the trap, skinning and bleeding directly is the worst policy.The best way is to teach him to be her prey willingly, to take the initiative to peel off his fur and give her a cloak.

A gust of wind blows, and the subway pulls into the station.

Holding the computer and digital board in one hand, and the egg tart box in the other, Qiao Wei stepped into a carriage with the flow of people.

It was rush hour, and the subway was overcrowded. Those who grabbed a seat took out their mobile phones to chat, read a book or listen to music, while those who didn't grab a seat stood by and grabbed the ring, ready to fill the vacancy at any time.

The subway drove in the dark tunnel for about two or three minutes. On the seat near the door, the student leaning on the back of the chair put away his mobile phone, carried his schoolbag, and looked out the window. It was obviously the rhythm of getting off at the station. , the passengers standing next to the students will start the seat competition.

The one who grabbed the seat was a young female white-collar worker.

The white-collar woman was wearing a simple and well-fitting small suit, a pair of 8cm stiletto high heels on her feet, and a small black handbag on her lap.

She was wearing light makeup, which was a little off because of the hot weather, with oil stains on her nose, and faint black traces of eyeliner smudged under her eyes, as if she had a pair of dark circles under her eyes, making her look a little haggard.

Qiao Wei couldn't help but look at her twice more.

This kind of scrutiny is actually quite rude among strangers.

The white-collar worker didn't notice her gaze. He leaned his back slightly on the back of the chair, raised his chin slightly, and stared at the light on the top of the carriage, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, the subway arrived at the station, a wave of people rushed out, and soon more people squeezed in.

Among these people, there was an old man in an undershirt.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, and he was shaking an old cattail fan in his hand. His temples were gray, but his head was hale and hearty. His shining bull's eyes quickly scanned the carriage, and finally Focus on female businesswoman.

"Ahem——" The old man walked over tremblingly, and coughed heavily, which attracted the attention of several people around him.

The female white-collar worker's gaze was still slack, she was still immersed in her own thoughts, and did not give any response.

The old man felt that he couldn't bear it any longer, so he shook his cattail fan and yelled loudly: "The girls nowadays are all so delicate and selfish, without the slightest bit of public morality to respect the old..."

His voice was so loud that most of the people in the carriage looked over. Seeing that his eyes were always on the female white-collar worker, they knew that there was nothing wrong with him.

Sensing a few drops of saliva sprayed on her face, the female white-collar worker subconsciously wiped the back of her hand, and looked up to see the old man who was staring at her angrily. Obviously, she hadn't reacted yet, and her expression was in a daze.

The old man frowned displeasedly, "Hey, don't you see that the old man doesn't know how to give up his seat?!"

The female white-collar worker woke up like a dream, grabbed the small handbag on her lap, and made a gesture of getting up.

"Hurry up!" the old man urged impatiently.

Hearing this sentence, the female white-collar worker suddenly changed her mind, sat down again, and faced the old man calmly.

"Hey, you girl, why don't you have any sense of public morality?" The old man shook the cattail fan vigorously in his hand, and the tip of the fan almost poked the female white-collar worker's face. "This is a seat for the elderly, the weak, women and children. You are a young and strong girl, and you have to compete with vulnerable groups like us. Why are you so shameless?"

The female white-collar worker calmly said: "You also said that this is a 'seat for the elderly, weak, women and children', why can't I sit here?"

"Hey! Interesting!" The old man raised his fan and shouted at the people in the carriage. "Big fellows, let's judge! This little girl, at such a young age, competes with our old bones for a seat, she's reasonable!"

Everyone looked at the female white-collar worker who was publicly named and accused.

After a moment of silence, someone began to comment on justice.

"It's not easy for the old man to go out, little girl, just let me go."

"Yes, yes, it's only a few stops, there's no need to make such a fuss."

"It's okay for young people to sit down for a while. I know you work hard, but it's really unreasonable to compete with the old man for a seat."

Girls are thin-skinned, and it is impossible to take this situation calmly.

However, some people will be ashamed, while others will be ashamed.

The female white-collar worker felt her face was burning so badly, her fingers clenched the handle of the small handbag, and her lips moved, as if she wanted to explain. At this time, the subway arrived at the station again, and a group of aunts poured in, just in time to listen. When it came to the last sentence of accusation, he pointed at the female white-collar worker without asking right or wrong.

"I said sister, you have healthy hands and feet, how can you compete with an old man who is old enough to be your grandfather?"

"Hey, young girls nowadays are all so pretentious. If they can't wear high heels, they must be smug. Once they put them on, they will occupy the love seat with the excuse of foot pain."

"You are so beautiful, but why is your heart so ugly?"

The white-collar woman's face turned pale little by little.

Among these outsiders, some had a strong tone, and some had a mild tone, but without exception, they all accused her of not giving up her seat.

She looked around at the strange faces in the carriage, and saw different expressions of contempt, disappointment, contempt, ridicule, and theater on their faces.

The white knuckles protruded from the fingers because they were clenched too hard.

The quarrel in the carriage attracted the marshal, who came to ask about the situation, patted the female white-collar worker on the shoulder, and said in a negotiating tone: "Little sister, please give up your seat to this old man. Put yourself in another place." For a moment, if you get old and squeeze the subway or bus in the future, you also hope that someone can give you a seat, right?"

The female white-collar worker's anger suddenly found a breakthrough, she threw off the police officer's hand, and almost collapsed, and bumped back, "I won't squeeze the bus or subway when I'm old! Can't I buy a car and drive myself in the future?"

The eyes of the onlookers became even more unfriendly.

"Hey, she's still a gold digger."

"Is it reasonable for her not to give up her seat? How rude!"

"Traditional virtues can't be lost, girl."

"Little sister is quite tempered." The police officer turned to help the old man with an embarrassing expression, "Why don't you go to my flight attendant for a while?"

The old man stiffened his neck and snorted coldly: "No! I want to sit in this seat!"

　This plane is about... well, all kinds of spiritual kidnapping.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)