I pushed open the wooden door of the office, and it was a strong orchid fragrance.

The office is very small. There are only four desks in two rows, two desks in the left hand, and a 70% new computer on each desk.

A plump and white woman is sitting in front of the computer inside, scratching at the wall and typing.

"Elder sister! Deng Gong asked me to type a document. " I panicked and stammered.

"Oh!" The voice was sticky and sticky, and the woman turned her head. Her face was slightly pink and a little baby fat, but she had a pair of blurred "peach eyes".

"With this behind me! You can ask me if you have any questions. " Red lips and gentle words make me a fish who has never been in love flustered.

Women must see my embarrassment. Then, that silly boy who had never seen the world kept her from giggling. Why do I think she is in heat?

Act ii

Sitting behind a woman, I can't help admiring. What a stunner. Although I have never had a girlfriend or held a woman's hand, I didn't appreciate Beauty Illustrated when I was in college.

Women are plump, but they are still tight. The light pink low waist figure wraps her soft body, which makes people think.

"Elder sister! Do you have a USB flash drive? I need to save it! " My face is burning. I don't even have a flash drive. Who would believe it? This beautiful woman must secretly think that I did it on purpose. As soon as I came up, I "molested" the female employees and let my boss know that my first job after graduation was over immediately.

The woman turned around and looked at me with a naughty face. Well, naughty? Yes, it is naughty. She blinked her eyes, and her mouth smiled slightly, as if she knew everything.

"Go ..." She played a long sound, "with my sister's! Commemoration ... still ... hey! " A word "Hui" is still playing a long sound. In my infinite embarrassment, the woman turned her head, and a few thin hairs swept my pen, itchy and full of orchid fragrance.

A stream of heat, from my feet, is conducted to my cerebral cortex like an electric current, which makes me more and more excited and comfortable.

Act iii

I check my "analysis report" word by word on time, and I don't want to leave this small house with lingering fragrance. I began to give up this lovely creature.

After a long silence, I began to sit still with a big bubble. What am I waiting for?

"I have a cold, you know?" The woman suddenly began to speak, but she didn't look up and was still typing slowly.

"I feel terrible!" Women began to coquetry, which sounded like glutinous rice brown in Jiangnan.

I'm confused. Who is she talking to? I looked up at the small office. Who else is here besides me? What, is she talking to me? God, I feel numb all over.

"Sister, do you have a cold?" I still can't help it, I answered.

"well! Tonight, I won't go home. Ah, meet me at eight o'clock tonight. My dormitory is in Xinyuan apartment 302. "

If there is no one in the office, I only hear my own breathing. I think I am short of oxygen. I gasped hard, but I was afraid that women would hear me. The woman stopped talking, and there was only a crackling sound of typing in the whole office, as if nothing had happened.

What should I do?

Act IV

Xinyuan apartment is the dormitory building of Xinyuan company, and I live in 105. For a new employee, there is no office yet. I usually summarize the materials in the dormitory.

I'd better go. To prove that I was not dreaming, I said hello to that woman before I left. That woman may be busy, maybe embarrassed, maybe, anyway, she didn't look back, just casually "hmm".

"Huh?" What do you mean? Let me guess. Is it pretending to be "cold"? Or pretend to be "angry"? This is really a "fox". She knows exactly what men need. The women in the city are really amazing. I, a monk from the countryside, can't hold on!

Who cares! Throwing caution to the wind, if you lose face, you will lose face. If you rinse it, you will leave. If I don't stay here, I will go somewhere else. This is a woman who makes me "addicted" and can bet.

The clock on the wall, like a dead man, can't walk two steps for a long time. Finally, after I drank 18 glass of water and ran to the toilet for 20 times, the bell finally rang at eight o'clock.

I often take a breath, hold it in my lungs for a while and spit it out. I got up, closed the door and strode to the stairs, holding a small pink USB flash drive engraved with the word "dream" in my hand.

There is no one in the dormitory. Although it is a dormitory, most people have families. Who lives here at night? The dim light in the corridor on the third floor is quietly on, revealing loneliness and cold. Suddenly, I felt a little sad. Because of myself, because of a homeless woman tonight.

The door of 305 was left unlocked, and soft light squeezed out from the crack of the door, forming a lightsaber in the corridor. The room was silent.

Act v

With a faint orchid fragrance in the dormitory, a woman in pajamas quietly crawled on the ground. A medicine bottle was opened and some white pills were sprinkled on the ground. On the table, a glass of water is still steaming.

"Sister!" I was shocked. I thought of dozens of scenes behind the door, but I didn't think of this scene. I rushed a few steps to check out the woman's gasp first.

Fortunately, I'm still alive. Fortunately, this is just a scene of "fainting", not a scene of "suicide", otherwise I will become "soy sauce falling into my crotch", and Nima is history as well as history.

I gave a loud cry and patted her pale face. I tried to pick her up, only to find that although the plump figure looks good, the shortcomings of Nima are also obvious. I pressed people, turned my eyelids, tried my best, and only needed artificial respiration.

I'm just a third-rate college student who has never seen the world and ran out of the village. I'm not the hero of the story, and I don't know how to save people. Maybe I'm tired of it. A woman wakes up faint and opens her eyes.

"Elder sister, you can wake up! Scared me to death. " "Who are you?" The woman obviously hasn't returned to her place, and even asked me who I am. That is, who am I? I don't know her name, and she doesn't know my name. what can I say?

When you don't know how to answer, silence is the best answer. With my help, she was lying on the bed, I helped her to cover the quilt, and the woman closed her eyes quietly. After a long time, the woman opened her eyes again, and her eyes regained their luster.

Seeing that she gave me another look, I quickly waved my pink USB flash drive in front of her. She suddenly said, "Oh, I want to drink water."

I picked up the cup on the table. It was warm. Just when I was wondering if I should feed her, I hugged her when I fed her. She reached for the cup, took a few sips and handed it back to me. I put the empty cup back on the table in embarrassment.

Dangdang, the bell rang at nine o'clock The woman looked at the wall clock and said to herself, "He still hasn't come." Although I don't know what "he" is, the loneliness and heartbreak in her tone made me cry.

Act VI

Three years later, we entered the marriage hall. She is still so beautiful, still so stupid, still like a naughty child.

For three years, there is one thing I have never understood. She just fainted because of illness, but she let me through early that night.

"Did you fall in love with me at first sight?" I teased her with a smile. "So, you also like the old cow eat young grass! Ha ha ha ". Every time I tease her, I am very happy.

"You ~, you ~ are an antique, you are a fool!" Whenever this time, she will always use this sentence to remind me that her red face and beautiful eyes are full of peach blossoms.

Until one time, she talked to herself while playing computer, as if chatting from a distance. I stepped forward in surprise, touched her forehead with my hand and said, "Wife, are you really okay?"

"Go away!" She blushed again. "You are so old that you have never seen a Bluetooth headset in your life."

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