Chapter 5

There were three female colleagues standing in the elevator. When I squeezed in, they all gave a peep from their nostrils. I pretended not to hear them and stood in the corner.

The elevator door closed and was about to descend when it was suddenly opened again.

"Tut -" there was an unpleasant voice nearby, but all dissatisfaction was cut off in the throat in the next second, and the three women automatically stepped aside to give up the best position in the center.

At the door of the elevator, a man with a cigarette in his hand, his neck slightly tilted, his face overbearing and indifferent, so that the surrounding atmosphere immediately frozen up.

That high-grade black professional suit on his body, with the hegemonic president is not related, but there is a kind of gentlemanly scum feeling.

This person is that uncivilized breeding fierce dog, rich and inhumane childe!

I didn't expect to meet him here. Is he a shareholder or a big client of Xingyue?

The man didn't even look at me. He strode into the elevator and stood in the middle. The smoke was still in his mouth. In an instant, the smell of smoke filled the whole elevator.

Originally the space is narrow, at the moment is more difficult to breathe, my heart immediately get agitated.

"Sorry, please put out the smoke. There should be no smoking in the elevator." I frowned at the tall back and said in a cold voice.

The other side did not have any reaction, but the female colleagues next to me cast surprised eyes.

I pushed my heavy glasses, went up to his side, raised my voice and said, "can you put out the smoke? If you still smoke with a lady, do you have public morality?"

Looking at the past from this angle, the face is more angular, each arc with suffocating male charm.

But what I smell is more of an asshole.

"Talking to you, you..."

"Do you smell bad?" The man turned his head and looked at the three female colleagues, and his frown looked incomparably ruffian.

The three women put down their hands covering their noses in unison, and immediately changed into an expression of "willing to smell its Xiang".

"No! The air is very good. "

"The smell of tobacco is refreshing and I don't feel bad at all."

"Yes, yes, I think so."

I was so angry that my face was cramped. I didn't have the bottom line when I saw the childe.

The man turned to look at me, with his thumb and index finger holding the cigarette slowly from the corner of his mouth, slightly narrowed his eyes at me, joked, "no one else, do you want to find fault?"

I rolled my eyes and sneered, "I never lick anyone. My opinions are fair."

"Justice?" The man put his elbow against my shoulder, and I was hooked to the elevator wall by him.

"What are you doing?" I roared angrily, the pain on my shoulder made me nearly collapse.

He leaned down to me, and the smoke in his hand forced me to my chin. The burning feeling was like melting me away.

"You Don't mess with me I'm scared. If this guy burns my face, I'll be completely disfigured. He throws some money and acts like a bully.

When the elevator door suddenly opened, three women fled, and no one wanted to cause trouble.

"I hate the woman who can't control her mouth. Don't let me see you next time." The man's face is close at hand, the hot breath blowing on my face is no less than the temperature of the burning cigarette end.

As he left, a pile of hot ash fell on my chest.

"Ah --" I screamed and pushed him away. My hands were out of control and scratched and pulled on the sweater in front of my chest. The little ash burned to my heart.

With a sneer, the man turned and disappeared.

"Son of a bitch!" I bit the back teeth scolded, covered the hot chest, rushed out of the door, straight to the bathroom to check the injury.

In front of the chest near the right chest, there is a mark as big as the thumb nail cover. It is red and has broken skin. It is not large, but it is painful.

Beast, scum, I will never let him go next time I meet him. I must give him a hard blow. It's better to hit him in the belly full of malice, so that he can't pay the imperial food for three days at least.

When I finished, Jibo called and said to pick me up for dinner. Thinking that we hadn't seen each other for several days, I promised him.

Sitting down in my favorite hotpot shop and smelling the hot pot smell, my mood gradually became happy.

"Jena, how are you there? Has anyone bullied you?" Ji Bo slightly frowned at me, eyes full of big brother like worry.

I shook my head, chewing Flammulina velutipes, "how can bully me, I don't bully them, you can rest assured."

"Yes, no matter what you want to tell me, don't hide it from me." Gib is still a little worried. Sometimes he is even more careful than my father.

Eating hot pot chatting, the atmosphere is also warm, the previous period of dog blood farce was also left behind me."Jena, you Why is the dress broken? " Jibo's astonished eyes shot at me, and I subconsciously lowered my head.

All of a sudden, my scalp burst.

Chest of the knitwear by cigarette end ironed a hole, in my 34C chest set off, actually appears some interest.

I was just looking at the burns and forgot to check my clothes.

In such an awkward position, there is a strange hole, which is really intriguing.

"Ah Ah What's going on... " I stammered my lips and scratched on the seat next to me. I remembered that I didn't wear a coat today.

In panic, I picked up a napkin and pinned it on the collar, blocking the hole like a mouthwash.

"Today, a male colleague helped me repair my computer. He had a cigarette in his hand. I was sitting on my seat. He accidentally rubbed the cigarette end on my clothes. It's OK. It's OK." I told a lie, one hand with chopsticks in the pot a random fishing.

Gib did not speak and silently handed his coat over.

"No, just a hole." I didn't answer. He hesitated and retracted his hand.

I quickly changed the subject, but I felt that he was still thinking about the hole.

After eating, I got out of the hot pot shop and got on the bus, but Jibo drove me to another direction.

"Where are you going, brother Ji?" I looked at him suspiciously, the neon outside the window was shining on his side face, his expression seemed to be a little dark.

However, he still tried to hook up the corners of his mouth and gave me a gentle look, "take you to buy a dress."

I was stunned, and then shook his head again and again, "don't use it. I have so many clothes. You can send me back."

"I know you have a lot of clothes, but if I buy one for you, it should be nothing." He some helpless smile, I still refused him, forced him to turn around and drive to the direction of home.

I don't want to owe him a debt because I can't afford it.