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At night, when there were the most customers in the supermarket, I walked in. The manager personally came to welcome me and gave me a new set of work clothes. "Miss Mo, I hope that you can provide me with a lot of work for this afternoon."

"No, it's my fault. In the future, I will follow the rules of the supermarket. Now, I have something to do."

Money was sometimes good stuff. Sometimes, it was bad stuff.

When I was rich, I had a lot of friends, friends, friends, never took money seriously, it was an incredible sight.

When I don't have money, I can only eat instant noodles and drink tap water. My so-called friends look at me with disgust in their eyes.

Standing behind the new glass cabinet, he smiled at the customer.

Perhaps this was a very stable job. Perhaps he really didn't need to walk around any longer. There was nowhere else to go.

When each job was not long enough for me to support myself, I realized how important stability was. Even if the customer picked three to four and wanted to watch the other end of the fish, I would take it out and show it to them with a smile.

I really wanted to sing. I really wanted to hug little Ji and kiss his face.

He must know who Qiao Dongcheng is, but he still helped me. Qiao Dongcheng ah, not everyone is afraid of your Qiao family.

At ten o'clock I could change my clothes and go out. My colleague looked at me, and the conjectures in his eyes didn't escape my eyes.

They all didn't know that I was just thinking of a stable job, a job that could support me. I took out my wallet and other public transport, only to find a few cute bills, twenty-one of them, so careful not to reveal my identity. Ji Xiao Bei your grandpa, why didn't you give me a hundred yuan bill in my wallet?

He sat outside the district's gate and mercifully bought him some grapes before hurrying up. However, that birdman Ji Xiaobei wasn't there.

Turning on all the lights, the silence of the TV was a real nuisance.

He could only go take a shower before going to sleep. When he returned in the middle of the night, he grabbed me and ruthlessly woke me up. "Qian Xun, I'm hungry. Go cook some noodles for me."

I said angrily, "Ji Xiaobei, why are you so mad? You woke me up around two o'clock." He also reeked of alcohol.

Ji Xiaobei sat on the bed in a domineering manner, "Then I'll have to worry about you." With a somewhat drunken expression, he said, "Today, someone called me gay. I was really f * cking blind. As long as I didn't beat him to death, I would have been worthy of his ancestors."

I was amused. "Who said that?"

"Next time, I'll bring you to prove to you just how powerful I, Ji Xiaobei, am."

"F * ck off." Ye Zichen kicked him down, "Smell of alcohol, go wash up."

He went in to take a bath, and I got up and went to sleep in the other room. He said that if I didn't do it for him, he would be very good at tormenting people.

You want to cook his noodles in the middle of the night.

After a while, he knocked on the door and kicked it. He coldly snorted and said, "Mo QianXun, consider yourself vicious."

I was a good man, so I pulled up the quilt and covered my head.

It was inconvenient to not have a cell phone, so he had to get up and go to the hall to check the time. However, he was going to be late. He quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ran.

Ji Xiaobei also went out early in the morning. He felt that we weren't related in any way, but that it was like they were co-rentals. This feeling was pretty good.

Sitting in the bus thinking, I suddenly laugh more often.