Chapter 9: Can't, Sell (1)

Walk the "Big World" bar.

Thinking about the disgusting scenes just now, I finally couldn't help it, squatted on the side of the road, lowered my head, and vomited with a "wow" sound.

I vomited so much that I searched my stomach and turned over the river and the sea, and my whole abdomen was like a dustpan and a sieve, until I vomited out everything I had eaten in my stomach during the day. It's not hard.

Someone walked up to me and stopped, handed me a tissue.

"Thank you. ”

I wiped my mouth with a tissue and stood up. The man who gave me the tissue was still standing next to me, looking at me, a young man, no more than thirty years old, wearing an expensive white shirt with a low open neckline, revealing his bright skin, and dense and sexy chest hair.

He is very tall, but he is very thin, his body is thin, he looks a little like a bamboo pole, and his face is a little pale, but he is very handsome, with thick eyebrows, a very straight nose, thin lips, a face with cold and hard lines and clear outlines, his expression is full of arrogance, and his body exudes an arrogant and invincible atmosphere.

I was stunned for a moment, and then said to him again:

"Thank you for the tissues. ”

The young man probably had underdeveloped laughing nerves and no smile on his face. He didn't move, and after staring at me for a long time, he asked, "Broken love?"

I sighed and gloomed:

"It's good to be out of love. Unfortunately, no. ”

I'd rather fall out of love. Even, I would rather Jiang Ziyu empathize and say goodbye, I would rather Jiang Ziyu abandon me, than Jiang Ziyu in the hospital, lying upright like a zombie, unconscious.

At this time, a girl selling flowers approached timidly.

She timidly asked:

"Sir, would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers for your girlfriend?"

Girls are in love - I'm not a girlfriend of a young boy, not even a woman. However, the young man didn't tell the difference, and generously paid for me a bouquet of blue enchantresses.

I hesitated a little, but I took it anyway.

The blue enchantress is blooming brilliantly, and the mysterious and bewitching blue petals exude infinite charm. I buried my head in the blue enchantress and took a deep breath, sniffing the fragrant fragrance.

After a long time, I looked up:

"Thank you. ”

The young man looked at me and suddenly asked, "How much?"

I was stunned: "What?"

He said, "How much is one night?"

I stared blankly at him. After a while, I realized that the young man had taken me for a "young lady". It is estimated that the young man thinks that the young woman who comes to the bar to sell drunk, if she is not out of love, then she is a "young lady", how can such a young woman from a good family come to the bar alone?

Do I look like a "young lady"?

I had bright black hair, a ponytail that couldn't be dirty, a ten-dollar T-shirt on the floor, a pair of jeans that were washed white and even had holes in my knees, and a pair of sneakers that were worn out anymore. People are "misses", are there any down-and-out people like me?

I don't know why, I'm not angry, I'm just sad:

"What do I look like 'Miss'?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and swept me from top to bottom with impunity, his gaze was a little cold, and there was an indescribable arrogance in his expression, he was high above him, and he didn't take anyone in his eyes.

(To be continued)