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Miao Xiaoqing left, Zhang Dongyu looked at Miao Xiaoqing left the back shadow, the heart unexpectedly empty fall, as if he returned to the youth, that love began to open.

He was sixteen that year and she was 15.

He worked in a chicken farm at that time. The so-called job is to face the stinky chicken manure all day.

With a rake, take the chicken manure out, then turn around and push it out, every day. There will be a smell of that kind of stink on him for a long time.

Although he is clean, he has to take a bath every time he has finished his work, but it doesn't work. He can smell the smell of the stink and coax.

Every day, at dusk, it was his happiest time, because he had already had dinner, and he could sit at the door and watch the crowd come and go to be dazed.

The opposite side of the chicken farm is a brick factory, which has many workers.

Every day when she leaves work, there will be a girl who is very nice and beautiful. curvaceous and soft. Wear a clean rag.

Later, he heard that the girl was called orchid, and was a distant relative of the brick factory owner. Because she was in middle school, she paid for the bill in the brick factory. In his eyes, the girl was a white-collar, and it was no different from the white-collar in the metropolis.

I don't know when, he had an idea in his mind. He could always imagine a scene. That is, he walked slowly in the sunset with the girl whose breast is not fully developed. He walked like that without saying anything. Until forever.

The young man's heart, always with a few resentment, said why, anyway he is so thinking.

So, after a long time of suffering, he finally gave the girl a letter with temperature at dusk.

That day, he specially changed the clothes of the person who felt he could see, waiting quietly at the intersection that girl had to pass every day, hiding behind a big tree, and leaping through the heart.

The girl came, just as yesterday, a smile hung on the corner of her mouth, which made him feel the whole person was intoxicated in it.

He appeared frightening the girl, took the letter in his hand and fled in a condition.

For days, he didn't sleep well, and there was no news. The girl still passed by his window every day, but it seemed that nothing had happened.

One morning three days later, he was washing his face, and his face was full of bags.

At that moment, the door was noisy, and many people came in with a whimper.

"Who, who is it." A man's voice.

Looking up, the girl had stood in front of him, with a tall and powerful boy standing beside her.

"It's him." The girl pointed at her and said.

"It's the letter you wrote." The man hit his nose with a fist and blood burst out.

He nodded and didn't speak.

A mouthful of foam fell on his face, and it was the girl.

"And I don't have that mirror to look at myself. I have a bad smell. Toads want swan meat." The girl cursed.

At that moment, he felt a blank in his head, and only the girl's mouth in his eyes was bright red, as if it were a demon eating people.

The girl didn't know when to go. When he woke up, he felt like he really wanted to find a seam to drill in.

Dignity is trampled on mercilessly, not for anything else, because he is poor.

"You get out of here. This is your salary." The boss's voice was cold and cold made him shiver.

Under the red sky, he left with a big woven bag, and did not turn back. At that moment, he swore that he would push the girl to bed, but the man on him was not necessarily himself.

Life is always a variety of black humor, a few years later, when he accompanied a customer to eat things, go out chic, came in a row of girls.

When his eyes fell on one of the girls, he was stunned, because glory is still, but the face with the smell of wind and dust.

"You." He ordered the girl directly.

He didn't reach out to touch her, but he just looked at her and drank alone.

The girl is very skilled and he is spoiled, but let him cold block away.

The girl was stunned, but she didn't know where she had done it wrong.

He told a story, which was his story.

The girl had a smile on the face slowly cold down, after the story, the girl looked at his face and asked: "you are Zhang Dongyu."

He nodded.

"Can I stay with you for one night without receiving money." The girl asked, timid.

Zhang Dongyu took 10000 yuan out of his wallet and threw it in front of a girl and said, "I don't like to use what others have used. So is people."

Zhang Dongyu left, and he didn't turn back.

The girl kept drinking, drinking, and then crying loudly. No one knew why she cried.In this world, there are few people who can see through money. Miao Xiaoqing is one, so Zhang Dongyu is sincere.

After you went to Zhang Dongyu with Miao Xiaoqing, she felt very uncomfortable. Although she knew that this kind of public relations often needs to pay a price, she could not spoil a lotus meal. She felt that she was committing a crime.

But a lot of things are not what she wants. She is not strong enough to change the whole world.

Just as Hongjie was nervously turning around the office, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in." Hongjie said impatiently.

Miao Xiaoqing came in from outside, with a file bag in his hand.

"No success. Don't blame yourself. " Red sister's heart finally let go, because from the time point of view, absolutely impossible to finish.

"Why do you say that?" Asked Miao Xiaoqing.

This sentence is to ask the red sister was stunned, the words in the heart absolutely can't say, for a time, so Zheng Zheng stood there.

"Have a look." Miao Xiaoqing smiles.

Hongjie hesitated for a moment and opened the document. When she saw Zhang Dongyu's signature, she was stunned. After a long time, she calmed down and asked, "you, how did you do it?"

Miao Xiaoqing said: "it's not your red sister's face, let him sign it."

Hongjie hesitated and asked, "you, are you ok?"

After two circles, Miao Xiaoqing said, "it's very good. It's nothing."

Hongjie nodded, took the pen, wrote a check of 500000 yuan, handed it to Miao Xiaoqing, and said, "this is your bonus. From now on, you will be my special assistant, and your monthly salary will be raised to fifteen thousand. "

Miao Xiaoqing smiles, and there is a trace of unconscious poor expression on his face.

Since the collapse of the Huangming group, most of them have been arrested, but a few people have escaped. Although they have been listed as wanted criminals on the Internet, there is still no result.

That night, a bora drove to the door of a community, stopped, and the man who had been waiting there got on the car, and then disappeared into the night.