In early spring April, at five o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright.

The palm-sized town of Cannes is quiet, and the baby travel agency diagonally opposite the train station, even if the sun is shining, is destined to be a dark basement, and the only employee of the baby travel agency lives - the weekend.

"Jingle Bell...... Jingle ...... Jingle Bell ......" The old-fashioned alarm clock roared without warning.

Almost at the same time, Weekend sat up from his bed like a corpse and turned on the dim lamp at the head of the bed.

Through the orange light, which is more stingy than a candle, you can vaguely see the furnishings in the basement.

In the basement, which lasted no more than fifteen square meters, there was a single bed, and countless worn-out books lay on the clean concrete floor.

Wearing only a pair of boxers on the weekend, the body is particularly stylish, not strong, but it does not make people feel weak. Bronzed healthy skin, coupled with Rukawa Kaede's flowing hair, the whole is an idol that an eighty-year-old lady to a six-year-old girl is obsessed with.

And the eyes on the weekend are particularly clean and pure, revealing unconcealed rebelliousness and coldness.

It's a pity that his dark circles and eye feces that are obviously sleep-deprived bury the handsomeness of a side leak, so that his bookish and delicate face is greatly reduced, giving people the illusion of an otaku.

On the bedside table is a picture frame of a girl, to be precise, a pretty girl standing in the rain with a light green umbrella.

The long black and supple hair is draped over the shoulders, the face is as delicate as a freshly peeled egg, the big eyes that reveal reluctance are particularly focused, the eyes flicker, and the flow is endless tenderness and attachment, and a natural red beauty mole in the center of the eyebrows makes her whole person move out of the dust.

Wearing a dark green short-sleeved slim shirt, the hem is hip-high, covering one-third of the purple puffy skirt on the lower body, and the slender legs under the skirt are like white marble carvings......

"How are you doing?"

After looking at the photo for two minutes, without waiting for his thoughts to flood, he quickly put on the school uniform and cheap jeans he had bought from the stall on the weekend, and then went out to wash up with a towel and toothbrush.

The washing place is in the backyard of the baby travel agency, and the public toilet can smoke and kill flies on a June day.

Occasionally, I can hear a slight woman's wheezing and snapping sound from the attic opposite, although the sound is low, but the woman's delicate whisper to the bone is heard in the ears of this little virgin on the weekend, which is tantamount to visiting the shooting site of an action movie in a certain country, and the small weekend that has been preserved for twenty years raises its head without warning, and it can't be soft no matter how it is suppressed.

The backyard of the baby travel agency is next door to the hair salon "Daughter Red", and even the public toilet is shared by the two families.

So, it's not surprising to hear this explicit sound in the morning.

"When my sister's living expenses in May are enough, I will go to the hair salon to find a woman to open meat if I have extra spare money." Weekend licked his lips full of toothpaste foam and thought longingly.

Of course, this thought has been on the first day of work since the weekend in August to the baby travel agency, but almost a year has passed in a hurry, and the weekend has not been as desired after all.

Baby Travel Agency is a hostel and a small restaurant, the second and third floors are hostels, and the first floor is a small restaurant. Because the opposite is the only railway station in Cannes, although the baby travel agency is located on the outskirts of the city, the business is booming.

The weekend morning's work is to buy back the vegetables assigned by the boss "Qi Baobao" before nine o'clock.

I arrived at the vegetable market at half past five, tossed it to half past eight, and turned the entire Cannes vegetable market back and forth countless times, and finally bought all the vegetables on the weekend. Coincidentally, when the road administration repaired the highway, the avenue was blocked, and even the bicycle was not allowed to pass.

On the weekend, I looked at the time, turned my heart sideways, and played the game of "Riding Alone for a Thousand Miles", and spent a full forty minutes to carry the broken bicycle back.

"Weekend, you dead boy, why did you come back now?" As soon as I returned to the baby travel agency on the weekend, the female boss Qi Baobao's lion roar was urged, which shocked the eardrums of the weekend and made me fascinated.

In the next second, a beautiful, curvy woman appeared at the kitchen door.

Twenty-six-year-old Qi Baobao is barely 1.6 meters tall, wearing a white chef's uniform, her long hair is very capabiliously coiled high, her face is coquettish, her peach blossom eyes are fluttering, and she is indescribably charming, coupled with her angry figure, she is incredibly beautiful.

For a young virgin like a weekend, a mature woman has infinite temptation in itself, not to mention that she is also a superb stunner who can get along day and night!