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Chapter 18 Reincarnation of Life and Death

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    "Come with me to the office." The boss glared fiercely at me who was standing aside.

    "Oh." The left side of my face was completely swollen, and the corner of my mouth twitched even when I answered the boss's words.

    In order not to let others see my embarrassment, I followed the boss through the infield of the bar while lowering my head and covering my face.  But God likes to play pranks very much, so he just wanted to tease me.

    Brother Peng came towards me, I lowered my head and hid behind the boss.  Although the boss's figure is tall, he can't hide me as a big man anyway.

    "Xiaopeng, I happened to be looking for you." The boss stopped Brother Peng who was in a hurry.

    I lamented in my heart: God is going to kill me.

    "What's the matter? I'm very busy." Brother Peng said bluntly.

    "No matter how busy you are, you have to go to private room No. 15. Yanyan is waiting for you inside. Go and comfort her."

    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a gaze shooting from above my head, burning me from head to toe.

    "Humph" I heard a sneer, and I could only accept the next ridicule resignedly.

    "I'm not leaving yet. Look down for gold!" I looked up and saw the vicious look of the boss, a dominatrix.  Looking back, he saw Brother Peng's figure disappearing into the private room area, breaking out in a cold sweat.

    "Go and sit on the sofa." The boss never gave me a good face.

    I feel aggrieved and want to complain: "It's not me, it's her"

    "No matter what happens, since you are here, you must make my guests happy. I don't care what you do, what method you use, but if you offend my guests, you should leave me early." The boss interrupted what I wanted to say  , Her words are like a basin of cold water, making me cold from head to toe.

    I put my head in my hands dejectedly.  This action was what my father did most often during his lifetime, and I have also laughed at my father's uselessness countless times.  Now I finally realize that state of mind, which is the lack of power to reality.  In this world, you can't just make sense if you have reason. Reason is only in the hands of powerful people.

    "Look up!" The boss ordered, and I looked up with difficulty to face my bleak fate.

    "Ah!" I exhaled in pain, and the boss wiped the wound on my face with hydrogen peroxide.

    "If you don't want to lose your appearance, give me some peace. What is it called? Does a man think that he can survive by evading his responsibilities?" She rubbed a little hard, and I suspected that she was punishing herself on purpose.  Her words made me hold back: Whatever she does, even if you rub me with sulfuric acid, I won't cry anymore.

    "This world is not something you can get by working hard." The boss finally stopped, and she gently blew on my wound with her mouth. It was very fragrant and gentle.  The two breathed relatively ambiguously, stood up and packed the things on the coffee table, and moved very hurriedly, not as calm as usual.

    "In this world, if you want to get what you want, you must know how to sacrifice. Sacrifice what you have in exchange for what you want." I saw a lot of pictures in her eyes. Is that her past?  ?  I have no idea.

    "It's a sacrifice for you to work here. You have to sacrifice your so-called dignity and principles in exchange for the money you need. Don't look at those people outside. Many of them spend money here to find only  The cheap dignity of others, this is what they want."

    I always feel that this woman in front of me is like a mysterious magic book hidden in a corner. There are too many secrets hidden in her heart, which makes people curious.

    "Have you exchanged too?" I grabbed the hand on the coffee table that she was about to withdraw after tidying up, and looked into her eyes, those eyes were like a deep well, as if they were going to suck me in, my heart was struggling  .

    "It's been exchanged!" She withdrew her hand fiercely, and replied firmly.  My heart is still beating violently, and I feel uncomfortable.

    "You go home. After two days of rest, your face is so hurt that you can't just go to work like this. You have to know how ugly it is. Those who don't know think that I have changed my career to open a martial arts gym!" She laughed at herself.  I nodded, got up and left.

    "If you don't understand, don't come to work."

    The ruthless words behind me made my footsteps pause a little, I didn't look back, closed the door, and walked to the locker room.

    "Dewey?" As soon as I opened the door and entered the locker room, I saw Dewey sitting with his back to me.

    "Little Yang. Are you okay?" Dewey turned around and walked towards me quickly.

    "Why are you here, isn't the bar busy?" I answered irrelevantly, now is the peak of the bar's passenger flow.

    Dewey approached and took a closer look at my left side of the face, and said, "I heard that something happened to you, so I asked the fat man to help me and come to see you."

    The fat man Dewey mentioned was a waiter at the bar who called himself thin all the time, so they maliciously called him "Although she was prepared, she was still quite surprised to hear that she started as a waiter.  I looked at him expectantly and motioned for him to continue.

    "Later she married a Hong Kong man, an old man. Many people said she married him for property. After two years of marriage, she became a widow. She did get a huge inheritance. But you know, like her  This kind of woman without any background suddenly has so much money in her hands, who wouldn't peep? And in this kind of big family, it's no wonder that the money is not skinned! There are many rumors. Some people say that she is the boss of the underworld  My mistress has a gangster background, just to make money. But most of them say that she has an ambiguous relationship with her stepson, so the man's family didn't go crazy under the control of his stepson"

    I didn't bother to listen to what Dewey said later, and recalled what Sister Chen said in the office with deep meaning.  She told me that I have to sacrifice to get it, and she also acquiesced that she is also this kind of person.  For such a woman who puts her own greed and shamelessness in front of me, I have no way to hate her. Instead, I feel how pale, lonely and helpless she should be behind these sinful masks.  Although I don't have much experience, the matter of my mother and Director Liang made me fully understand that sanctimonious hypocrites are the most hateful and hard to guard against in this world.

    In Dream Bar I started my first social life lessons.  Knowing that the more dangers there are in the world, the more tired I feel.  I am very surprised that those people survive in such a world of intrigues and deceptions.  In just a few decades, he has trained his flesh and blood into shields and weapons to protect himself and keep hurting others.  Then teach these fighting and defense skills to the next generation and continue to carry forward.  Generations have been entangled in the pain of being hurt and the pleasure of hurting others.  I don't want to think about it anymore.  I urged Dewey to go back to work at the bar, only to be found out that the money would be deducted.  You can't hurt him again because of yourself.  I packed my things and went home with a heavy heart.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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