Why are you sad

After the two female store managers finished telling their stories, they saw the female store manager of the copy shop crouching in the cold winter night, sitting on the steps in front of the copy shop, sitting among the sisters. The female store manager of the Dongzhou wholesale store gently patted the buttocks of the female store manager of the copy shop with her hand, and said with a smile: "How is it?" Sister, tell me your story, the story between you and Xiaomao is definitely more exciting than ours. The female manager of the copy shop couldn't help but shed a tear in the cold winter night, which did not melt and hung on her cheeks. She turned her head and said emotionally to the female store manager of Dongzhou Wholesale Merchandiser and the female store manager of Xinduhui: "It was still the summer of that year, and the weather was very hot. In the morning, I was sitting in the copy shop working at the clerk on the computer. At this time, a boy outside the door, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, came up and asked: Do you want people here? As soon as I heard it, I knew that he was looking for a job, and I looked down on him at the time, I didn't even look at him, I just did my work in front of the computer, clicked on the computer with the mouse to listen to it, and listened to music. One came to look for a job, he begged me for something, and he still looked down on me, and I still looked down on him! ”

"I only looked at him with the rest of my eyes, and I didn't even look at him with my eyes. In the afterglow of his eyes, I saw him wearing the kind of very formal blue jeans and a white glowing white shirt, a blue and white match. I just said: Come in. ”

The boy looked very inferior, as if he was afraid of me, he timidly walked up to me, and asked in a gentle voice: "Boss, do you want to hire people here?" At this time, my mobile phone was hanging on my chest, and he looked at my chest with a bit of hue, my chest was high, and it happened that I was working on a computer, and my chest was shrugging upwards, and I could see that the boy liked me very much. ”

So, I bullied him even more, and I didn't care about his existence anymore, so I said sharply: Stand still and wait! So the boy was very obedient and stepped back a little, reluctant to leave me, I looked down on him, so I deliberately picked up the mobile phone hanging on my chest to call, in fact, I was talking to someone else on the phone, but I deliberately looked fierce, the tone was very strong, and the words were also very ruthless. Actually, seriously, I'm just going to bully and bully this boy, because I'm his boss, I don't bully him and bully him, I'm not addicted. ”

"When I called, the boy kept looking at my buttocks, and I could see what he was thinking: bully me, after bullying me, I will play with you in the future!"

So I called in a harsher tone, and I said three times in a row. I thought the boy would get up and leave, but the boy stood there motionless. So I made another phone call, and for 45 minutes, the boy, I was punished for standing for a class! At this time, my heart was already moved, and in such a hot summer, the boy had such a good temper and was so serious about me. Then, the tone of my phone call became more and more gentle, and I felt more and more sad myself. ”

So, I put the phone down and put it on my chest, and the boy looked at me, and I could feel myself crying. At this time, I looked back at the boy, with a literary expression, probably a little writer. At this moment, I realized that this boy was so beautiful, and his face was very standard, as if he was resting with a week. According to my feelings, this boy should be called Zhou Xiangwen. ”

"I've never seen such a beautiful boy take me so seriously and have a gentle face. I was so moved that I cried, and at this time, the corners of the boy's mouth moved slightly, and he showed a smile, and his eyes looked at me very infatuatedly, and he said to me with his eyes: ? I hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and said to him: Huh? Are you here to apply? You go to the room inside, the computer inside can't access the Internet, it's assigned to you, you are responsible for typing first! ”

So, the boy went to the inner room to type, and I thought that the boy would stay with me for the rest of his life, and play with me. However, the boy felt that there was no prospect of staying here, so he left and returned to Daobei to become a writer and take charge of his home. This boy is Mao Binglei, nicknamed Xiao Mao. Now, I'm bankrupt, he doesn't want me anymore, what else do I have to say......"