Born to be together: this president is so perverted

Now I'm going to Xu Wuyou company. It's easy to find clues to be a co pilot.

"I don't have the money to pay the fare. Let's go."

Han Zhifan's face became colder and colder. He said to her coldly, "Xu Wuyou, now sit in the co driver's seat for me. I'm not a driver!"

It was because of this. Xu Wuyou thought about it and looked at Han Zhifan, who was wearing a mask and couldn't recognize his face. After a while, he opened the door, got on the bus and closed the door. They were speechless all the way until they arrived at a bus stop not far from Xu Wuyou's company. "Mr. Han, I got off at the front platform. Please, thank you."

Han Zhifan bought a house in her company before. She didn't dare to let him send her directly downstairs. Xu Wuyou has untied his seat belt and is ready to get off at all times. However, Han Zhifan ignored her words and drove straight past the bus stop.

"Why don't you stop? People will recognize you."

"Xu Wuyou, do you want to be late?"

Xu Wuyou picked up his mobile phone and found that it was 8:58. I'll be late in two minutes. Even if she has a wind fire wheel, she can't fly to the company in two minutes.

She simply broke the jar, spread out a palm and put it in front of Han Zhifan. "If I'm late, I'll pay for my lateness."

Han Zhifan was silent and focused on driving.

When the car arrived at the downstairs of the company, it was just 9 o'clock. Xu Wuyou stayed in the car and said, "agreed, double my salary, so please pay me double the penalty for full attendance and lateness."

Han Zhifan looked at her helplessly, felt out his wallet, took out a card from inside and handed it to her.

Xu Wuyou doesn't even look at his card. He breaks his fingers and calculates how much money Han Zhifan should give her. He is a living little financial fan.

"Cash. Full attendance is 100 yuan, double is 200 yuan. It takes you 5 minutes. You can come to the company in 4 minutes. If I'm 9 minutes late, 3 yuan a minute, double is 54 yuan. You'll give me 254 yuan in total." Oh, make a good profit. She can get rich by herself.

Han Zhifan rummaged through his wallet and could only scrape together 250 yuan. He frowned and directly handed her the card, "take it."

Xu Wuyou took it as if he didn't see the card, robbed Han Zhifan's wallet, took out all the paper money inside, counted it, and said, "here is 250 yuan. I took it away. You should remember that you owe me 4 yuan. Remember to pay me back."

With that, Xu Wuyou pushed the door open and went down.

Liu hanzhifan is messy in the car. He owes someone money!

What a shame!

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After work in the evening, Xu Wuyou walked to the bus stop. On the road, the girl who sent the leaflet stuffed a leaflet. During the interval of waiting for the bus, she turned the list at will. When she saw the contents, she looked surprised.

Her eyes were full of amazement. Looking at the beautiful sand paintings in the list, Xu Wuyou was stunned for a long time before he came back to his mind and wanted to find the time and place of the sand painting party.

It was found that it was held in the gymnasium not far away. It was still held at seven o'clock tonight. Xu Wuyou hurried to the stadium excitedly, thinking about buying a good place.

Xu Wuyou sat in the front row of the stage, her eyebrows and eyes were serious and gentle, and beautiful sand paintings came into her mind frame by frame, which made her heart surging. The time with good things always runs away very quickly. If you don't pay attention, the last sand painting performance of the party begins.

If the sand painting performances in front of us are already beautiful and speechless, then the sand painting in front of us is soul stirring!!!

Xu Wuyou stared at the man's long fingers, throwing, hooking, wiping, picking and shooting, drawing a beautiful and moving picture. She suddenly had a feeling of "once in the picture, dream back to the Millennium".

At the same time, the voice of a man like aged wine slowly floated into Xu Wuyou's ears. He was explaining his sand painting. Xu Wuyou really wanted to go into painting and never wake up.

At the moment when the sand painting ended perfectly, Xu Wuyou vaguely felt that the man's voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

When the lights were on, Xu Wuyou followed the big team and left in a daze, because she hadn't woken up yet. Walking, she suddenly separated from a large team and seemed to enter a maze with cold passages in all directions.

Xu Wuyou panicked at once. Where is this? She opened her throat and shouted at the white wall, "is there anyone here? Is there anyone?" she shouted and walked away, but only her own echo responded to her.

Without companions, Xu Wuyou could only walk carefully according to her own feelings. She walked around for a long time and still didn't find the exit. Her palm was covered with thin sweat.

At this time, she faced a cross passage. Xu Wuyou carefully picked a passage, walked in, and then turned a corner to a dark passage. She thought there would be light after darkness, so she touched the wall and walked a long way.

But God seems to want to work against her. There is no light ahead, but endless darkness, which can devour people's darkness!

Xu Wuyou trembled and touched his mobile phone, but God seemed to want her to be swallowed up by the endless darkness. The mobile phone had no electricity!

Fear, fear, confusion and helplessness eroded her strength at once. Xu Wuyou was scared to drop tears on the ground one by one!

Now Xu Wuyou has gradually understood where she is now, which is the negative second floor of the gymnasium that can accommodate more than 100000 people. There are no stars to perform. It's empty here. How could she get here?

Xu Wuyou stopped crying, maintained his strength, took off his high heels, restrained his fear, touched the wall and walked slowly. However, the road seems to have no end, or it is too winding.

Walking, Xu Wuyou fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. When she fell, her belly, which was protected by her, began to ache faintly, stimulating her senses a little.

children! Her child must not flow away!

Xu Wuyou lies on the ground, his face facing the cool ground, and his hands want to support his body, but he is doing useless work every time. Her delicate little face was full of sweat, and her lips were dry.

As the saying goes: being a mother is strong.

After countless failures, Xu Wuyou finally propped up her body. She covered her stomach with one hand and crept forward with her elbow, very slowly, like a turtle.

The floor of the passage is made of concrete. The skin rubbed the ground and made holes in the thin coat at Xu Wuyou's elbow. The white skin was so rubbed that blood seeped out, which was terrible.