Sister Hong squeezed her big watery eyes at me. happily said to me, "Little P child, say it, how can you thank me?"

"Sister, you really have a way, do you think she won't be able to think about it when she goes back?"

"Don't mumble, as far as I can see, she's fine. Under your careful care, she is quite moisturized. Sister Hong's words are like overturning a vinegar jar.

"Sister, don't make me happy, what should I do now?" I shook my head helplessly.

"Well, if you don't worry, you can go back and persuade her now. Don't look innocent, show the shame of cooking with my raw rice. In this way, she will die, which is extremely beneficial for her to study abroad. I'll find someone to contact you with a study abroad agency, can you listen to me?" she said sincerely.

"Sister, you are so good to me, how can I repay you?" I was so moved that I almost cried.

"Don't say stupid things, it's all my sister's willing! Who made you such a little P child so good at coaxing people. Where do people want you to repay again! If you say this kind of polite remark again, my sister will ignore you. She said to me affectionately.

Sometimes I feel especially happy. The women I have met have been very good to me, and every time I am in trouble, there is always a woman who can be my noble person and come out to help me. No matter Xiaoling, Xiaoling, Godmother, Wanqin, Sister Hong, Xiaoya, or Master, I don't have anything to say to me. This kind of innate feminine relationship, following me like a shadow, can bring good luck at all times.

Xiao Ling's death once made me feel very guilty, if she had the money to buy a house at that time, why would she go to the demon for the house we loved, and finally put her life into it. When I think about this, I feel very bad in my heart.

Xiaoling takes care of me even more meticulously, and she earns so much from her salary, and almost all of it is spent on me. Buy my favorite beef in sauce and watch me eat it. Happier than she eats herself. Buying nice clothes and watching me wear them is even happier than wearing them on herself.

My godmother and I met for the first time and hit it off at first sight. At that time, it was the most difficult day for my business, and she gave me extremely valuable business and recognition gifts, and treated me as her godson. I hope Xiaoya and I can come together. She didn't discriminate against my family background and work at all, and she especially valued my character.

Whenever I was desperate and depressed, whether I was experiencing setbacks or difficulties, there was always someone waiting there silently, and she was expecting me to rest there for a while. Smelling the seductive fragrance of flowers, listening to her sweet voice, enjoying it like a fairyland, that small flower shop has long become a small spiritual harbor that I rarely have a moment of rest after experiencing ups and downs. Wanqin is the beautiful flower fairy in that little harbor. She was like my trash can, listening quietly to all my sufferings, complaints, and complaints, and using her magical hands to conjure up all kinds of beautiful flowers for me, so that I always felt the love and warmth from the flower fairy. She didn't ask for anything, she just wanted me to spend more time with her, talk to her, even if it was something painful, she was looking forward to it. It makes me feel that no matter where I go, there will be a heart that cares about me.

Among the many women, the one that makes me feel the least distance is Sister Hong, whose care and help to me is selfless and unrequited. This rare character in China really came into my real life. Whenever I need help, I think of her. Whether it is strength or background, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people. She is not short of money, she just lacks someone who can tell her the truth. Every time I hold that slender hand tightly, wrap my arms around my slender waist, and bury my head in her arms, the warmth, fragrance and happiness are especially worth remembering. If you can be with her every day, snuggle up to her, gently indulge in her seductive perfume scent, and hope that time can stand still.

Although Sister Hong is a bachelor and rejects all men, the degree of infatuation between the two of us is not an exaggeration to use the word glue-like. Every time we see each other, we are always reluctant to leave. Emotional dependence and reluctance to give up are staged almost every day. Reason and intuition tell me that it is impossible for us. She is the daughter of the famous Uncle Lei, who was born in a rich family. Needless to say, Uncle Lei's weight in this city, how could he marry his only precious daughter to me, a poor bastard! I can even guess what Sister Hong's ending will be. Marrying into a well-matched aristocratic family is her destination. Perhaps the title of bachelor was deliberately chosen in response to her father. Political marriages, parents' orders, and matchmakers' words are more concentrated in this kind of family. The children who grow up in this kind of family are not free to marry. They can only resign themselves to the arrangement of fate and cannot get their true love. Now what I look forward to is just to be together as much as possible, love is a day, although we have not expressed each other, the feelings have been deeply rooted in each other's hearts, and it has long become a matter of course.

Xiaoya is an unfortunate girl, lost her father at an early age, and her mother depended on her life, but she met the beast Lao Han during the graduate school entrance examination, which ruined her family, her mother died, and she suffered from severe depression, and almost jumped off the building with a thought. She was very infatuated with me and regarded me as more important than going abroad for further study. In her mind, a place with me is called home, and she hopes that we will live a quiet life in the love hut on Garden Street, where there will be no more troubles and sorrows, only happiness and sweetness to nourish love.

The master led me into the three groups of warm and happy small homes, took me to the unfamiliar business, explained the business skills to me, and taught me the types of insurance. It has made me grow from a shy teenager who blushes when he sees and speaks to a mature salesman. The emotions for the master are condensed into two words - gratitude.

These women are the nobles in my life. I want to treat them well, although the godmother is gone, I will repay Xiaoya with gratitude and reciprocation, so that the godmother's spirit in heaven can rest in peace.

Back on the familiar Garden Street, walking into the quiet corridor, the residence is still full of romance. From the bedroom came Xiao Yana's sorrowful voice. She lay on the bed and cried very sadly, and I felt bad in my heart.

Walked to the edge of the bed, sat down gently, took out a tissue casually, handed it to her, she took the tears dipped in her face, "Who is she?"

"It's my colleague!" I replied guiltily, my voice lower than the sound of mosquitoes.

"How long have you been together?" she continued.

"As soon as we arrived at the company, we were together. "I tell a lie in an honest tone.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" she was a little annoyed.

"I'm afraid I won't be happy when you know it. "I continue with the white lie.

"If I hadn't found out today, how long would you have to hide it from me?" she asked.

"Keep it hidden!" I said bitterly, feeling that I had broken her heart this time.

"You bastard, you liar, you hypocrite!" she flew into a rage and slapped me in the face.

I covered my face and still looked at her with that sincere gaze, hoping that she would be able to vent it completely, so that she would not hide her resentment in her heart, and then she would return to the shadow of depression. Can't extricate yourself.

She put the little hand that had just been hard and trembling into her mouth and bit it in distress. With tears in his eyes, he said softly to me, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive to do it!"