Chapter 10 Can’t bear it?

Chapter 10 Can’t bear it?

The setting sun sank into the distant mountains, and the rays of light illuminated the center of the river. During the rush hour, the city was jammed with tired workers, and Ye Zhenzhen rode a small electric donkey on the way to work.

The simple back door is the staff passage. She walks up the concrete steps to the third floor. After clocking in at the guard room with a "beep", she has to put on a smiling mask again.

She walked along the corridor to the staff lounge, where nearly a hundred princesses and three hundred beauties were resting. The sound of cicadas and boiling soup became louder and louder. She entered the lounge and blended into the noisy sound.

The lounge was like a parrot park, with hundreds of parrots talking at the same time.

While someone was standing up, she quickly squeezed into the sofa.

"Ye Zhenzhen, you are so awesome!" The girl, blinking her huge false eyelashes, looked at her with a smile.

"Huh?" Ye Zhenzhen stared, not knowing what to do with her hands and feet.

"Ye Zhenzhen, teach us, how did you do it?"

"Yes! Tell me now!"

The princesses and beauties all came forward, surrounded by a crowd. Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously shrank her shoulders, and sweat oozed from her palms.

The red lips, thick eyelashes, and exaggerated and gaudy nails that kept opening and closing in front of her eyes made her dizzy.

"Ye Zhenzhen, why are you being called out every day?"

"Yeah! That guy is so handsome and young!"

"Does he like you?"

"You have to seize the opportunity and make money quickly while he's at it!"

"My husband said that he would replace my phone with iPhone 5 when it comes out in the second half of the year. Ye Zhenzhen, you should at least ask the customers to replace your phone for you! Everyone uses Apple."

"Will Ye Zhenzhen's guest come today?"

The smell of powder and cigarette smoke mixed in the air. Ye Zhenzhen looked at everyone blankly, not knowing what to say.

Trying to take shortcuts, wanting to get something for nothing from others, and seizing every opportunity to gain benefits are the way of survival for these people, and they do not shy away from their greed for money.

Some people here spend money to buy sincerity, and some people exchange sincerity for small change. People say "I love you" but then turn around and want to spit out the New Year's Eve dinner. Everyone knows that there is no sincerity here, only sincerity as a cover, and money and beauty are exchanged for each other.

Ye Zhenzhen just wanted to work hard and earn money. For her, who had just started in this industry, those naked exchanges were ugly and disgusting.

At half past seven, the princesses put on black high heels, stood in the lobby in an orderly manner, smiled and bowed to greet the guests.

Ye Zhenzhen finally breathed a sigh of relief. The only sounds in the lobby were music and the sound of the fountain, and the smell of incense was a bit cloying.

When Wen Baijing appeared again, she was suffering from the torture of high heels.

Bai Wenjing just glanced at her lightly and walked past her with an expressionless face.

Ye Zhenzhen was somewhat looking forward to his appearance, after all, only by working could one earn money; but she was also somewhat afraid of his appearance, as the image of him angrily smashing the cup kept flashing before Ye Zhenzhen's eyes.

She didn't expect Wen Baijing to come tonight. What kind of good person would spend all day in KTV, not singing, drinking, or ordering a beauty to hug?

When the voice "Ye Zhenzhen, go to box xx" came from the intercom at the front desk, Ye Zhenzhen was somewhat happy. She had finally passed the three-day internship period and no longer had to hand in tips to the company. From today on, she could pocket the tips she received.

Feeling that the light was grey and a little ambiguous, she turned on all the lights as soon as she entered the box.

In an instant, it was as bright as day.

The dazzling light in the box made people feel hot all over.

Just as he was debating whether to turn off a few lights, Wen Baijing said resentfully, "Ye Zhenzhen, can you save some electricity for your company?"

"Is this okay?" Under Wen Baijing's angry gaze, she turned off the ceiling light and spotlight, leaving only the background light.

The box suddenly changed from daylight to hazy night.

She squatted down and poured wine for Wen Baijing with a smile.

Bai Wenjing spoke without any fluctuations:

"Ye Zhenzhen, are you too confident?"

She was a little confused, her eyes fixed on that stern face.

I didn't appreciate the hidden meaning.

Wen Baijing looked expressionless, pretending to look sharp as he stared at her, and teased, "Are you afraid that the lights are too dim and I can't appreciate your beauty properly, so you turned on all the lights?"

She was stunned, embarrassed, and had no way to explain or make up a lie for a while, "I'm sorry..."

In the dim and ambiguous light, he saw Ye Zhenzhen's face turned red.

Inexplicably, he wanted to tease her: "Why don't you turn on the spotlights when you're dancing? They'll blind my eyes. Maybe within thirty days, I'll fall in love with you."

She stared at the serious Wen Baijing and found him quite funny. She pinched her thigh with her fingers and tried to hold back her laughter and said:

"Mr. Wen, are you a crosstalk student?"

She couldn't help but smile at Wen Baijing with her facial features shaking.

Wen Baijing met her clear eyes and couldn't help but laugh along.

The two of them looked at each other and laughed, which gave Wen Baijing an illusion that bubbles of happiness were popping out of every cell in his body.

As if the glaciers melted in an instant, he said in a gentle and serious voice: "Ye Zhenzhen, you have to hurry up. Today is the fourth day. Thirty days will pass quickly."

Her eyes were intoxicating, her brain was doing arithmetic quickly, and her mouth was running ahead of her brain, "Your calculation is wrong! We have known each other for four days, but you just said yesterday that you would give me thirty days, so you should count from yesterday."

Wen Baijing thought for a moment and nodded:

"That's right! I calculated wrong! I'll do as you say!"

Ye Zhenzhen seemed to think of something, realized something was wrong, and hurriedly explained:

"No... that's not what I meant..."

Bai Wenjing moved closer to Ye Zhenzhen, his warm breath gently caressing his cheek and plucking the strings of his body, "So, what do you mean?"

Ye Zhenzhen raised her head slightly and looked at Bai Wenjing. His deep eyes were filled with mist and his gaze was burning. Their gazes were entangled, making people tremble in their hearts.

Ye Zhenzhen lowered her eyes in panic to avoid his gaze, her eyes swept across his tall nose and stopped at his trembling thin lips.

In a hurry, she quickly lowered her eyes and saw his Adam's apple rolling as smoothly as pearls on a jade plate.

There was a strange aura that was spreading in circles around them.

She didn't know where to put her eyes for a moment, her mind was in a mess, and she was wondering what to do.

"ah!"

Her legs suddenly went numb and cramped, and she lost control and fell onto the carpet. She felt so embarrassed that she quickly covered her face with her hands.

After a while, she gently spread her fingers to reveal her eyes, and a pair of bony hands stretched out in front of her.

Just as I was hesitating whether to use the force to get up, a bright light came in and the door of the box was pushed open.

The director stood at the door, apologetically, and waved the intercom at Ye Zhenzhen, "Sorry to bother you! Ye Zhenzhen, your department has notified you that you need to sign in at the front desk."

She supported herself with her hands at her sides, struggled to stand up, and dragged her numb and stiff legs slowly towards the door.

The minister bowed his head and asked:

"Are you OK!"

There was still a glow on her face. She pursed her red lips and shook her head slightly: "It's okay."

The minister's chest rose and fell, and he sighed softly: "I'm glad you're okay."

Ye Zhenzhen was a little confused and tilted her head to ask, "I signed in at the front desk, why do I have to sign in again?"

A strange look flashed across the minister's face. "You don't have to go if you sign it."

The sound of the fountain was hollow and ethereal. She stood in the corridor, touching her still hot face, her mind in a trance. Why did the scene just now seem so strange? She wondered if she was overthinking.

Hmm! That should be the case.

When Ye Zhenzhen returned to the box, her heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

Wen Baijing's tone returned to its deep and clear tone, "Ye Zhenzhen, is there anyone pursuing you in your company?"

"what?"

Ye Zhenzhen was startled by the question. Was Wen Baijing's thinking so erratic? Or was she just too stupid? What kind of irrelevant question was this?

Wen Baijing tapped lightly on the table. Ye Zhenzhen noticed that his glass was empty and quickly walked forward to refill it.

Wen Baijing asked in a very gentle voice, "Does your leg still hurt?"

Facing the sudden concern, she smiled and shook her head. What if it hurts? This is work, and she has to adapt. People like Wen Baijing probably can't understand the difficulties of ants.

Some people spend money like water, while others bow their heads for a little money. For example, she has to squat to pour wine for Wen Baijing, wear high heels that hurt her feet to serve tea and pour water, and work hard all night to earn 400 yuan. If she is unlucky, she will be bullied. This job is not decent, but it is her life.

But it would be too hypocritical to say it out loud. Who can live in this world without suffering a little?

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly felt sad. She had not yet learned to be numb and still retained her pitiful and worthless self-esteem.

There was a mist in her eyes, and Wen Baijing said carefully and tactfully:

"Ye Zhenzhen, life is long, don't do anything that will make you regret in the future. Some marks can't be washed away."

"I'm afraid one day you'll regret ever working here."

The light reflected on her face dimly, and she stared at Wen Baijing blankly. There were many emotions that she couldn't express, contradictions and entanglements, repeated internal friction, how could she say that she wanted to make money while hating this place all the time.

"Ye Zhenzhen, I can't bear it..."

"What can't you bear?"

Wen Baijing didn't say anything, and she didn't continue to ask. After all, it's very rude to ask about something that others don't want to say.