In town B, there is such a woman in every circle.
She is neither old nor young, twenty-eight or twenty-nine.
Her makeup is exquisite, her conversation is elegant, her brand-name bag is always in her hand, and the sound of her high heels on the ground is always as light as a cat's paw.
Someone may have a job that seemed good before, but she may come to visit her aunt twice in a month when she is tired. When she suffers from insomnia, she has given up counting sheep, and is always thinking about whether there is a surrogate driver or a surrogate sleeping surrogate to save her.
The greatest pleasure in life is to go to the supermarket and look at the calorie meter on the package when buying any food. The calorie calculation is better than dual core, but it still cannot save her increasingly rounded waist. I buy fruits by the dozen and leave them rotting in the refrigerator without eating them. Twenty percent of the salary is spent on Taobao, 30% is used to pay off last month's credit card, and most of the rest is contributed to the evil landlord who raises the rent twice a year. To sum up, she is just a working girl from other places who comes to Beijing, a golden female leftover fighter, a typical three-no person with no background, no house and no deposit, and four young people with age, fat and wrinkles. By the way, she has yet to meet the biggest BOSS in her life, a man who can be with her for the rest of her life.
The scary thing is that Sanbai is such a woman.