trap

Living in coastal cities such as Binhai, if you do not have the pressure of mortgage, income is good, in fact, it is quite comfortable.

I am a person, after graduation, temporarily stay in this city, no girlfriend, a full family is not hungry, the salary is good, so I am here in these years or quite happy.

Of course, living in Taoran Waterfront such a community, is an accident, my salary is far from enough to support such a rich district level rent. I have a good relationship with a college roommate, he is a rich second generation, in here a house, is left to his marriage house, complete with furniture, he went abroad to study after graduation, learned that I am renting, let me live for free.

Every day in and out of such a community, you can not only see all kinds of luxury cars, but also meet all kinds of rich women. Most of them are half old women, but they are dressed fashionably, covered with brand names, and exuded pearls.

Only she was different.

Her age is about thirty years old, but it has a remarkable temperament, the kind of temperament is not brought by brand-name clothes and luxury jewelry, the kind of beautiful, is a natural beauty, plus the carving of time, and then a certain combination of self-cultivation to come out of a beautiful.

Let a person look at it, it's unforgettable.

I am a normal man, or rather, a normal little man, of course is not exempt.

The first encounter was not so dramatic, just the most ordinary encounter, I took the elevator, she helped me open the door, there were a lot of people in the elevator, I noticed her, purely because she was good.

I was standing behind her, she was wearing a tight red skirt, black stockings, high heels, typical light mature look.

The temptation of such a young woman to a young man like me was fatal. I had been glancing at her from the moment I got into the elevator, had she not been holding a man's arm and holding a little boy's hand. I'm afraid my eyes will be more unscrupulous.

The man around her is basically a typical nouveau riche, a potbellied, and from behind, a vat.

Of course, this also accords with the distribution of the society now, beauty and money are compared, so it does not seem to have any sense of violation, do not know from when to begin, the collocation of the young woman is too rare.

At least in this neighborhood, most of them are paired like them.

The first meeting, apart from her impressive beauty, did not impress me too much, so I had forgotten her a few days later. A thing is no matter how good, she does not belong to you, you will not blindly miss.

After that, September came and I entered what we call the "golden nine silver ten" in advertising, which is the busiest two months, and I was working at a fledgling advertising agency with a lot of business, but my boss was not willing to invest in more people. So we're basically working for one man's salary, but doing two jobs.

Of course, we are not stupid, but the boss promised that we would get a commission for the next two months, and he gave us a chance to travel on public expense. I was not interested in traveling, but because there was a commission and the amount of money was considerable, I agreed to continue working.

It was a dark month and I worked most of the time. Sometimes it was too late and I didn't come home. The boss made bed for us (he was very sweet about that).

We are busy after the company lived for a month, day and night, basically did not go out, unkempt, finally carried the busiest September.

That night, after Party A finally confirmed the manuscript, it was 1: 00 in the morning. I was dizzy and depressed. I suddenly felt a little sick. I didn't want to stay for a second in this smoky, smoke-filled space. So I left the company and took a taxi back to Taoran Waterside.

I'd like to take a hot bath and sleep on my big, comfortable bed

A sleep.

I didn't expect to get home and startle me as soon as the elevator opened.

There is a woman with long hair and a shawl squatting in the depths of the corridor! If it wasn't for the voice-activated lights in the corridor, I'd be scared.

She saw me walk in from the elevator, as if shocked, reflexed to stand up.

I just saw it. It was her!

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

Not because it was too late, but because of her dress.

She was wearing a flight attendant's clothes, but look closely, it was not a real flight attendant's clothes, because it was obviously processed, for example, the upper body is too tight, the neckline is too wide, the original exaggerated business line is undoubtedly leaked, for example, The skirt is short a lot, will her slender beautiful legs completely leaked out, also a lot of tight, will her full buttocks curve outlines very exaggerated. Or, like, sexy nets under your skirt.

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