Ji Xiaolu, a social worker who just graduated, has a monthly salary of 3,800 yuan and a rent of 2,500 yuan. The remaining money is just enough to eat dirt.
One day, I met a man named "Ahan" on a fishing app.
The other party claimed to be a poor graduate student. His tutor squeezed him, his landlord pressed him for rent, and he relied on steamed buns dipped in Lao Ganma to eat.
Ji Xiaolu, for one, was extremely poor, but his mother's heart was overflowing.
"Have you eaten today?"
"No, the lab is too busy and the steamed buns are gone."
"I'll transfer ten yuan to you, and you go buy a lunch box! Don't save it!"
In this way, Ji Xiaolu began her magnificent career of "raising men".
I work as a cow horse in the company during the day, go to a milk tea shop to shake cups at night, go to shopping malls to distribute flyers on weekends, and write articles at home in the middle of the night to earn royalties.
Eight jobs, come in turn.
The purpose was to give her "poor boyfriend who couldn't afford to eat" one more bite of meat.
