Office Love Affair: Reversal

Outside the food factory, I was waiting for a taxi and planned to go to the hospital to deal with my poor fingers. Suddenly, a white Peugeot stopped beside me. There was a fake Bodhisattva sitting in the driver's seat. She showed half her head and looked at me with regretful eyes. I turned my head and ignored her. She honked the horn and made passers-by look at us strangely. I can't stand it. Walking forward, the fake Bodhisattva drives behind like a ghost

After walking some way, I finally stopped a taxi. I got in and told the driver to drive to the nearest hospital. Then I looked back at the fake Bodhisattva. She was still following.

When I got to the hospital, I got off and went to the emergency room. The fake Bodhisattva stopped. I thought she couldn't find me, but she came in after hanging up the number. I walked step by step and followed up with the emergency room. When the doctor treated my wound, she was watching, her eyes were still regretful, and she was a little afraid, because my fingers were very swollen one by one.

"How did you get it?" The doctor asked me, with a little care and a little blame.

I didn't answer and looked out of the window.

"He is stupid. He is always careless when closing the door. He can't wait until his hand is taken away." The false Bodhisattva said to the doctor.

"Your husband?" Asked the doctor.

The fake Bodhisattva doesn't speak. I didn't look at her. I don't know what her expression is.

After treatment, I went to get the medicine. As soon as I got the fake Bodhisattva, I took the medicine away from me.

"Give it back." I said, "or I'll be rude to you.

"Why are you so rude to me? Hit me? Ha ha, OK, I hope! "

The fake Bodhisattva ignored me, walked outside with medicine, got into her car, I followed and knocked on the driver's seat glass.

The fake Bodhisattva pressed the window glass and looked at me. She should think I want to get on the bus?

"Dead pervert woman, don't think I'll get in your car after taking my medicine. I'd rather walk and die than go." After scolding, I turned around and stopped a taxi on the road.

The fake Bodhisattva still followed. I asked the taxi driver to drive to a busy place.

Ten minutes later, the taxi driver parked his car in a square. I got off, paid the fare, entered the square, came out of another exit, and then stopped another taxi to get rid of the fake Bodhisattva. I was a little happy, but I was somewhat inexplicably lost.

Get off, find a drugstore, buy some medicine, buy a meal, pack it, and go back to the hotel. Sitting in a daze on the bed, my mobile phone suddenly rang. The number of the fake Bodhisattva didn't disperse. Why didn't I turn it off? I cut off and rang again and again. It lasted more than 20 minutes before I finally returned to silence.

After dinner, I lay in bed and watched TV. I couldn't get in. I was very depressed until 11 o'clock. Then the mobile phone rang again. It was still tough and unyielding. I cut it off and rang again. I was very upset. I planned to turn it off, but I was confused. I pressed the answer button and heard the abnormal voice of the fake Bodhisattva.

"I'll wait in that tavern until you come." When you're done, hang up.

I turn it off and sleep!

Can I sleep? I couldn't sleep. I flipped over for more than ten minutes and forced myself not to have the shadow of a false Bodhisattva in my head. I failed. Her shadow occupied my kind soul evil.

I don't know what kind of psychology, I actually got out of the hotel and took a taxi to the food factory street. In the car, I find the reason. I'm not a fickle person, but I'm a person who reads feelings. Although the fake Bodhisattva is very annoying, I've always fired protein on her. I still don't want to see anything about her. Besides, I ran away like that in the afternoon... Maybe I'll try to make it clear to her again!

When I arrived at the tavern, I saw the fake Bodhisattva sitting in the window seat with more than ten bottles of big beer on the table.

I went in and sat opposite the fake Bodhisattva.

"Go, aren't you gone?" The false Bodhisattva said in a very contemptuous tone, which makes people feel particularly uncomfortable.

I don't speak.

"You big bastard, you killed me!"

"What did I do to you?" I can't help it, because I think it's ridiculous, and I don't think I'm hurting her. Can I hurt her for a woman like her? If she doesn't harm me, I've burned Gao Xiang, and... I've lost 100000. What else do you want me to do? responsible for? The little lawyer refused to marry her and put me on top of it? Don't be kidding. I only love my pepper.

"You hurt me..." the fake Bodhisattva didn't say anything. He drank and poured the whole one into his mouth.

"Have you had enough? Are you crazy? " I grabbed the fake Bodhisattva's wine, pulled her out of the door and went to her car outside, "key."

The fake Bodhisattva stared at me.

"Key, are you deaf? Bring it. " I look fierce. I'm a little scared when I see the fake Bodhisattva.

When I was driving, the fake Bodhisattva sat next door and looked at me.

"I don't belong to this city. I'll leave, maybe in a few days, maybe tomorrow." I said, "this is not an excuse made up casually. I think I should tell you, because I don't want you to bother me. It's so simple, do you understand?"

"Go there?" Don't you believe the Buddha

"You can't leave when you first come?"

"Can you drive?" The fake Bodhisattva's surprised expression, this kind of surprise... How to say, it's too exaggerated, as if it was pretended. I don't know why I feel this way, but this feeling really exists.

"Don't you think ordinary workers should not be able to drive? It's more reasonable for ordinary workers not to drive? " Son of a bitch, you look down on others and despise her a hundred times when your conditions are slightly superior.

"You still have so much money, where did you come from?"

"My wife's." This is my good excuse.

"Do you have a wife?" The fake Bodhisattva is a little depressed.

"Yes."

"Lie, how can you have a wife when you are so young?"

I parked my car on the side of the road, took out my mobile phone and called up the photo taken with fan chili when I bought my mobile phone yesterday.

"Your wife is beautiful." The fake Bodhisattva said, "really, I'm much more beautiful!

"Thank you!" I put away my cell phone and continued driving, "where do you live? Take you home. "

The fake Bodhisattva didn't speak. He pressed several times in the navigation to display a road map.

After half an hour, the road map indicated the end point. It was outside a very quiet community. The house was not new, but it was not old. The environment was... A little gloomy. I was just about to get out of the car. The fake Bodhisattva grabbed my hand and hurt the other one. It hurt so much that I cried. It hurts when I was just used to shift. It hurts even more when I was caught. Shit... This damn woman, I suspect she was intentional.

"Sorry."

"I'm getting off. Go home and don't drink alone."

"You care about me." The fake Bodhisattva smiled and still felt good about himself.

"Save it. I really prefer to care about a dog." I deliberately disgusted her and said, "at least, dogs don't blackmail me."

"Sorry, if you think... Or you want... I can give you back 100000."

"Forget it, I don't owe that 100000." I opened the door, "go, don't see you again!"

"Can you stay with me all night?" The fake Bodhisattva said, "just one night."

I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head, walked out of the car and didn't look back... I didn't stop until the corner, revealing half my head to observe the situation of the fake Bodhisattva. The car has been parked there. I'm still after smoking a cigarette. I'm a little hesitant. I began to regret why I didn't go completely. What did I stop for? What am I looking at? I hate myself, I hate to go back, but I go back!

The fake Bodhisattva closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat.

"Why not go home?" I pulled the door and didn't lock it, careless woman.

"Waiting for someone to come home with me."

I am speechless, super speechless, this stubborn woman, crazy!

"Come up?"

"Why?" I want to find out.

"No, I just want to leave a little beauty. It won't stop you much time. Just one night is enough."

"Why?"

"Because... There is no difference between once and twice."

"Forget it!"

"I'll wait."

I want to go, but I can't bear not to go... Do I really go home with her? It's reasonable to say that I don't suffer a loss and can take advantage of it, but... When I think of fan chili, I dare not do anything, especially in that regard. Moreover, this fake Bodhisattva, this chaotic woman, is still fierce during the day. What's the matter now? Is it really so empty and lonely? Or did the emotional damage hit her hard? But... This has nothing to do with me? Just because I had one with her? In addition... The difference between once and twice is quite new, but is it true?

What's the purpose of this woman?

"Have you decided?" The fake Bodhisattva asked me.

"Why?"

"I answered. I want to leave some beauty."

"That's not how beauty stays."

"You're not me, you won't understand."

I got on the car, started the car, drove into the community, and parked the car in an open-air garage according to the directions of the false Bodhisattva. When I got off the bus, the fake Bodhisattva took me to a house. The corridor was very dark. The ladder lamp on the first floor was broken. It blinked and flickered. It was terrible. I didn't know how the fake Bodhisattva got used to it.

On the third floor, the fake Bodhisattva opened the door of the middle unit and took me in.

I walked into an ordinary house. The decoration is nothing special, and the furnishings are nothing special. The most special thing is... The dust is very thick and I don't clean very often... No, I shouldn't clean it for a long time. There is a thin layer of dust on the shoe rack, shoes, sofa and table.

"Is this your home?" I find it strange.

"It used to be."

"What do you mean?"

"I provided the house with him. I moved out and rarely came back here. My mother's house." It seems that I asked a question I shouldn't ask. Why do I gossip so much? She can do whatever she likes. I ask a fart.

The fake Bodhisattva padded me a newspaper on the sofa, and then she began to tidy up. I thought such a woman swears so much, looks down upon people so much, can't do housework, can't be a virtuous woman, but the fake Bodhisattva does things like a model. She soon cleaned up the living room and kitchen, took a kettle, burned a kettle of water, poured me a cup, and then she went into the bedroom, cleaned up for more than half an hour and took out a bag of garbage

"I can't turn on my computer. Help me have a look." Go back to the room and pass me, said the fake Bodhisattva.

is that true? Or an excuse?

"Hurry, I'm waiting to use it!" She was serious, as if she were telling the truth.

I sighed and followed the fake Bodhisattva into her room. It was a bright, monotonous but charming room. The decoration was obviously incompatible with the living room. The living room was old-fashioned, but the room was very novel.

Indeed, the computer is broken, can't afford to open, and the dust is thick.