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(River crab) stripped naked and put it in a bag, and Dior lay between the two women to finish the job.

About another hour later, the two women woke up one after the other, they did not remember what had happened after yesterday's intoxication, but everything in front of them was sufficient to show that no one suspected that the three of them had taken off (the river crab) and lay naked in bed last night just to fight the landlord.

After last night's busy evening, Dior was somewhat tired and not interested in what happened to the two women, so she declined their invitation to another morning's exercise and went out with the two women in yesterday's clothes.

After staying at the hotel for lunch, the two women persisted in breaking up with Dior, leaving behind their real names and phone calls and suggesting that he could contact them at any time if he wanted to ‘drink' with them.

Dior smiled and said yes, finally patting them on their full hips compared to a contact gesture, turning away in the delicate laughter of the two women.

Everything seemed so natural and normal that even those two suspected S.H.I.E.L.D. agents didn't notice anything unusual, just that envy in their hearts was hard to describe in words.

They held a beautiful woman in a bar and drank whiskey. They only ordered a glass of wine and sat on it for hours, and finally fled in the contemptuous eyes of the bartender.

They had two hot girls in the hotel room, and they were fighting all night, but they had to hide in the car and drink coffee and sleep for a little while.

People can fight friendship guns without money, and when it's over, they leave, but they can only eat sandwiches, and they can't even find a chance to hit a plane.

This is fucking life!

The two suddenly wanted to cry, but as soon as I thought about today's debriefing, I didn't even have the idea to cry.

When he returned to the restaurant, Dior leisurely filled himself with a pot of tea. He belonged to the kind of person who had to put sugar in his coffee, and between being able to drink it but not enjoying it very much. Of course, tea was the same. Every time he put ice sugar in it, it belonged to the level of handles in the corridor!

No way, it's not just a question of taste, he just feels that life is already so bitter, why bother himself anymore.

What "bitter then sweet" and "infinite taste" products are not tea but life "he has heard many times, but unfortunately he has never had that kind of premium tea, just like his life before, only endlessly bitter and not a little sweet.

So the evil way is evil, anyway, he can't be elegant, and at certain times he can barely pretend to be one.

Just... seems to have forgotten something?

Dior let go of the sweet, greasy tea on his hands and thought about it until his afterglow noticed the broom.

Will, is that guy still in the bar?

Thinking about it, he took out his phone and called Will, and the phone rang, but it hung up for a while, and Dior called again, and this time it was rejected for a second.

Is something wrong?

Dior didn't look right, and then he made another phone call, and this time he was finally connected.

“I'll talk to you later, I'm busy! ”

Dior looked weirdly at the cell phone that had been hung up again. It was noon and it was still ‘running’? And I heard voices, like the two women he threw in the bar with Will yesterday.

Is this just when you wake up and start working out? What a spell!

“Fine, I didn't waste yesterday's drinks.” Dior felt sorry for him and left him alone.

As a result, half an hour later, Will stopped in the front of the restaurant crying with a grieving face and cried almost as soon as he entered the door.

“What's the matter? You're not happy after exercise, kidney loss?” Dior glanced at him.

And then he listened to Will's resentment: “Those two bitches drank mine yesterday and ate mine, and when they left, they didn't forget to take the last bit of money from me, which is no different from those whores! ”

Dior almost sprayed it when he heard it, and the tears of laughter were coming out.

Don't even think about it, he felt like he lost a happy night with Will, and he was still with the three of us, so he simply took the 'moral loss' and left.

Maybe when Will started running, the treadmill was on.

“Come on, it was me who paid the bill yesterday. Even grievances are not your turn. Besides, when I called earlier, you didn't sound like that. Forget who Hippie is. ”

“Are you the same?” Will listened and suddenly his eyes lit up.

“I'm sorry, I only gave my money to the hotel, and there's follow-up, and you're jealous.” Theo took out two notes that still smelled like perfume and threw them on the table.

Will hurried to open it and then sat back down. It turns out that people are different, who dies more than who!

“By the way, didn't you say there was another date yesterday? Where's that beautiful girl from IRS? ”

“I'm just saying something, I'm not saying it's with her, it was like that yesterday, I forgot the back of my head a long time ago, it's not important anyway.” Dior explained and closed the last loophole.

When Will summed it up, even if there was something big going on yesterday, he wouldn't have taken care of it. Absolutely not until he had a good time, otherwise he wouldn't have even answered Dior's phone.

“All right, off today, fuck off, I'll be fine here.” Dior was ready to send him away and started kryptonite gold, so much gold, he looked forward to the harvest.

However, this guy, Will, as if he hadn't heard, sat there twisted and squeezed, didn't talk, but didn't leave.

Dior glanced at him, seemed to have something in mind, and then took out his wallet and dotted a thousand bucks from it on the table without a word.

“Get out of here! This money will be deducted from your salary next month! ”

“Hey hey, isn't it a little short, there's still time until next month's payday...”

“Want some? That's it, don't just bring it back! ”

Will immediately grabbed the money on the table and ran as soon as he saw that Dior was going to get it back. He still had more than 2,000, but those two Birches didn't leave him any, so he took it all away, but it was a huge loss.

How many times do you have to go to a street girl, Mud?

“If you let me know you spent a thousand bucks on those whores, you'd never get a cent from me again! Flower Q!”

Through the door, Dior pointed a big middle finger at Wilby, $10,000 a month in net income, not enough for this guy to go out. Hi, Pee, looking for a woman, what a talent!

But seriously, he only feels extra relaxed when he's with Will, and that's what friends do.