I met my ex-boyfriend when I pretended to be my girlfriend to meet my parents. Fortunately, my ex-boyfriend was mentally retarded and didn't remember me. I was lucky. I thought the matter was over like this, but the next day my cowardly colleague came over hesitantly and looked at me with a sorry look on his face.
I? ? ?
Colleague: Come on, I'm sorry.
It's just one night, why are you sorry for me? Did you give my information to your brother? No, your brother has had the same taste for more than ten years, and he is still so dedicated to one person? This is inconsistent with his status as a founding generation! No, what is it about me that attracts his attention over and over again? Why can't I change it?
Colleague: My brother sent me a 6-digit red envelope yesterday.
I was expressionless: Then what.
Colleague: He seems to be interested in you...
Me: Is your brother an outlaw? Don't you care about ethics?
Colleagues are submissive.
I turned around, opened the document, and said resignation.
Wait, I turned to look at my colleague: Your brother is interested in me, why did he send you a red envelope?
Colleagues raised their heads: Breakup fee? ? ? ?
My... Lawn!
I don't know how much of the linkage article next door [Being Targeted] will move, but it is sweet. There are a lot of plots about cross-dressing men in the article. Maybe Gong will also be exposed, and those who need to avoid lightning can do so now.
Concept: You should have a mole at the corner of your eye