"Wenxiang, are you here? Go to the side door and have a look. It seems that it's open." Qi Hui said.
As soon as she thought that he would arrive soon, she immediately threw the two small balls of napkins that had just been thrown on the blanket on the floor into the kitchen trash can.
There was a clear and crisp sound, and Qihui realized that her aunt had just taken the garbage out, and she had forgotten to put a new bag on it.
She looked around the whole room again. The L-shaped corridor beside the bed and the wardrobe had been vacated.
The dark floor is not very bright under these eight small dark lights.
There was a quiet slamming at the door, and she knew it must be Wen Xiang coming over.
He knocked on her door and heard the clear and sweet voice of a young woman inside: "Come in."
A man wearing trousers and a suit walked in from the door. He was not tall, about 1.75 meters tall. He did not look young. At first glance, he looked like a man in his early thirties.
Compared with Qi Hui, a girl in her twenties and thirties who had just graduated a year and a half ago, she was obviously a bit young and naive and was bullied by the old.
"Is everything packed?" Zhou Wenxiang asked, not forgetting to look around the room.
"How much did you pay?"
"Sixty yuan is so cheap online." He said,
His eyes unconsciously looked at this tall, slender woman wearing a beige woolen coat.
Ever since he met her in a large shopping mall in the city center more than half a month ago, he felt that it would be easy to have an affair in China where he made a lot of money.
The wages of workers in this country are extremely low.
The little girl in her early twenties was just right. Her hands and legs were all tender and white. He couldn't find any flaws.
The yellow-faced woman he had in Japan was almost a generation different from her.
"Are you going home today? If not, just stay here. This bed is bigger than the one you have at home." Qi Hui said. When she made the decision the day before yesterday, she was most satisfied with this bed and the European-style bed. The large table and large wardrobe look very comfortable.
"Okay, let me take a shower first. Going to work every day is like fighting a war. You don't know that my subordinates can't do anything well. I have to control everything." He said.
"Who calls you a big leader? In fact, you don't even think about it. You have more than 600,000 a year. We who are in our twenties don't even have one-third of yours, so you can be satisfied. "Qi Hui smiled and said,
What she is most satisfied with about a Japanese man is his salary. Their salary from a Japanese company can be as little as two or three hundred thousand yuan.
Unlike in their country, the salary of a good company in recent years is only 150,000, and that is before tax.
“It’s either a big leader or a department head, not as good as you said.
The most important thing is that domestic workers in your country have low wages.
You know the treatment you give us here can be regarded as severe oppression.
I can't understand how you are all so happy doing it. "
He said, as soon as he spoke, he was like a leader, his words became serious unconsciously, just like the head of department in her current department, he regarded his subordinates as... Fool and puppet.
"Then I also said that the consumption there is higher than what we have here. I heard that the things there are much more expensive than what we have here."
She looked at him taking off his suit, folding it, and folding it on the table.
"Is this the nobility of you rich people?" she said.
He sneered and walked to the balcony where he was taking a shower.
Qi Hui didn't know whether he was laughing at his mistake in the previous sentence or at himself.
This old Japanese man has very hairy and dark legs. He looks like a thin, skinny monkey. He is completely different from the image of a handsome guy of the same age that she always imagined during school. very big,
Who told her that she has been working for a year and a half now, but she has lost all the passion she had consumed by this boring and meaningless office work?
She had been planning her life before. She would resign after working for fifteen years and get a pension.
Living in this world with injuries and illnesses all of a sudden is so damn boring.
In today's society, it is basically impossible for someone from her family of origin to make a comeback with her academic qualifications.
If she could be with this old man, she even wondered if she wouldn't have to go to work anymore.
"Ouch!"
She turned over and moved her body on the bed, and she felt that her waist was so comfortable. At least the bruises and pain caused by sitting for a long time had subsided a lot.
She can also look at the exam words on her mobile phone with peace of mind.
"Xiao Hui, this is someone else's towel, right? Where is your towel? Why don't I use someone else's towel? It smells pretty good!"
When he was looking at the house the day before yesterday, he saw the appearance of the thirty-year-old woman who was subletting. She was much prettier than his wife, and she looked a bit like the junior sister he used to study in.
As tall as him, a woman from the northeastern part of Iwate Prefecture,
He had always had a good impression of that junior sister, and naturally this good impression also came with him.
He would naturally want to smell the towel used by this strange woman.
"Yes." Qi Hui finished saying this for a while,
Zhou Wenxiang saw a light red towel being delivered through the curtain.
