I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

The woman's dress is very fashionable, but on a warm day, she only wears a thin skirt and a pair of long boots on her bare legs.Probably to match with today's outfit, her handbag is too small, and the file bag in her hand cannot be stuffed even if it is folded in half.

For this reason, she seemed to be in a bit of a mess with a lot of things in her hands.

But she was still on the phone, with an angry look: "That dead old man asked me to deal with the things at hand today, is it impossible? That kind of workload? After all, I will wait for this kind of broken company. Can't go down."

"what!"

She didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, but she looked more irritable than before: "I'll quit after this month! Whoever likes to stay with this kind of broken company will stay there!"

He spoke angry words, but things during his tenure could not be neglected.

What's more, after talking about the business in front of you, you can get a lot of money this month. Thinking of this, the woman is a little hesitant.

She stopped at the intersection for a while, stomping her feet and staring at the traffic lights anxiously, still not forgetting to complain to her friends.

The red light turned green, and she immediately lifted her foot and crossed the road.

"That dead old man, when I resign, I must show him a good look!"

The woman cursed, frowning and looking at the blond young man who was walking in front of her with a slow pace, but just blocked her.

She was in a really bad mood.

'After all, why do you have to work! '

'In this weather, you should stay at home and watch TV shows! '

Thinking about it, the woman's pace became more impatient.

She glanced to the side, she wanted to go around the blond young man, but found an old woman with slower legs on the other side.

"Tsk!"

"That's why I said that today is unlucky! If I don't tell you, I'll hang up first."

The woman hung up the phone hastily and looked down at the time.

It's almost too late.

'Knowing not to wear these shoes'

After following behind the blond youth for a while, the woman became even more impatient.

She frowned and pushed the young man, raised her foot over him, turned around and shouted, "Don't stand in the middle of the road if you walk so slowly!"

The blond youth looked up at her.

The woman looked at him and looked into the young man's eyes full of meaning, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "What are you looking at, are you not blocking the way?!"

After speaking, the woman stretched her legs and walked straight forward.

'It's too late, it's too late'

'Oh shit! '

Looking down at the time again, the woman calculated the distance in her head, and then turned into an alley beside her.

A small town has the advantages of a small town. The winding alleys are always leading in all directions, except that the roads are narrower and scarier at night. If you are passing by, you should be able to walk a lot less.

"Da da da......"

The heels of the high-heeled shoes were buckled to the ground, and the sound of footsteps reached the woman's ears.

'When will we find a rich man to become a rich full-time wife...'

'This goddamn social life...'

"Da da da......"

"Huh?" The woman finally realized that something was wrong and slowly slowed down.

The sound of footsteps in my ears...not just hers!

"Da da da."

The sound of her footsteps stopped as she stopped!

'No...wouldn't be so unlucky? '

The woman thought about it and took a step forward.

The people behind her didn't rush to keep up—as expected they were following her.

She grabbed the bag and turned her head, thinking of a lot of things in her mind in an instant, and the last thought settled on-if she was robbed or even injured, could it be considered a work-related injury?Will the stingy boss pay for it?

Turning her head slowly, the woman saw the blond young man just now.

She breathed for a while, and then showed a look of disgust: "What are you doing! Why are you following me?! Didn't I just bump you?"

The earlier fear gradually dissipated with the young man's face and calm expression, replaced by the woman's anger that felt that everything was not going well.

"Huh? Or are you a pervert?"

She took out her mobile phone, and finally found an outlet for her depression during work: "The police station is just a few hundred meters away, right? If the police came, it would be easy to beat you, right? Ah! I too You're out of luck! You..."

"Apologize."

The young man interrupted the woman.