Living in a coastal city like Binhai, if you don't have the pressure of mortgage and have a good income, it's actually quite comfortable.

I am a person, after graduation, I temporarily stayed in this city, no girlfriend, one person is not hungry, the whole family is not hungry, the salary is good, so I am very happy in these years here.

Of course, living in a residential area like Taoran Waterfront is an accident. My salary is far from enough to support the rent of such a wealthy area. A well-connected College roommate, he is a rich second generation, there is a house here, is left to his marriage room, furniture, he graduated abroad for further study, learned that I am renting, let me live for free first.

Every day in and out of such a community, we can not only see all kinds of luxury cars, but also meet all kinds of rich wives. Most of them are half-old Xu Niang, but they are fashionably dressed, full of famous brands and emit jewelry.

She's the only one who's a little different.

Her age is about 30 years old, but her temperament is remarkable. That temperament is not brought by famous brand clothes and luxury jewelry. That kind of beauty is a natural beauty, combined with the sculpture of time, and then blended with a certain degree of self-cultivation to produce a kind of beauty.

Let a person look at it, and it will be unforgettable.

I am a normal man, or a normal little man, of course, can not avoid vulgarity.

The first encounter wasn't so dramatic. It was just the most common encounter. I rushed to the elevator and she opened the door for me. There were a lot of people in the elevator at that time. I noticed her because she was good-looking.

I stood behind her, dressed in a red skirt, black stockings, high heels, and a typical light-ripe girl.

Such a young woman is undoubtedly fatal to the temptation of a little man like me. Since I entered the elevator, I have been looking at her with eyes behind her. If she hadn't held a man's arm and a little boy's hand beside her, my eyes would have been more unbridled.

The man next to her is basically a typical representative of the upstart, with a big belly, which looks like a cylinder from behind.

Of course, this is also in line with the distribution of the present society. Beauty matches money, so it doesn't seem to violate any feeling. I don't know when the matching of gifted and gifted women is too rare.

At least in this community, most of them are matched like them.

The first encounter, apart from her unforgettable beauty, did not impress me too much, so after about a few days, I had forgotten her. One thing is good, she does not belong to you, you will not miss.

Since then, September has come, and we have entered what we call the "golden nine silver ten". That is the busiest two months in our advertising industry. And I am in a start-up advertising company with a lot of business, but the boss is unwilling to invest more in human resources. So we basically have one person's salary, but we are doing two people's work.

Of course we're not foolish, but the boss promised to give us a commission after the busy two months, and give us a chance to travel on public expense. I'm not interested in traveling, but because of the commission, and the amount is considerable, I promised to continue.

It was a dark month. I worked overtime most of the time. Sometimes I didn't go home because I worked too late. The boss prepared a bed for us. (In this respect, he was absolutely intimate.)

We stayed in the company for a month before and after we were busy. We basically never went out, and we were dirty. Finally, we carried our busiest September.

This evening, after Party A finally confirmed the manuscript, it was already one o'clock in the morning. I was dizzy, depressed, and suddenly felt a little nauseous. In this smoky and smelly space, I didn't want to wait a second longer. So I left the company and took a taxi back to Taoran Waterfront.

I want to take a hot bath and lie down in my big comfortable bed and have a good sleep.

I didn't expect to get home and I was shocked when the elevator opened.

A woman with long hair and shawls crouched deep in the corridor! If it hadn't been for the sound-controlled lights in the corridor, I would have been scared to urinate.

When she saw me coming in from the elevator, she seemed to be shocked too and stood up with a conditioned reflex.

I just saw that it was her!

This is the second time I've met her, but it's obviously different from the first time.

Not because it's too late, but because of what she's wearing.

She is wearing a stewardess's dress, but look carefully, it is not the real stewardess's dress, because it is obviously processed, such as the upper body is too tight, the neckline is too wide, the exaggerated career line leaks out, for example, the skirt is much shorter, her slender legs are completely leaked out, and it is also much tighter, and the curve of her full buttocks is outlined. It's very exaggerated. For example, there are sexy stockings under the skirt.

As an otaku, I certainly know that this is not an ordinary stewardess uniform, its scientific name is Love. Interest. Inside. Clothes.