Trafford’s Trading Club

Guo Yushuo walked down the street frustrated, and started drinking and packing black beer shortly before 9: 00 in the morning. Apart from him, there is probably no one left.

I feel so confused.

“You got a great college! Professionals are popular! ”

“Nice job, good job, you got a future! ”

“Dude! That's a good girl! Home!”

“Wenwen, I'll be good to you. Be my girlfriend, okay? ”

……

“Xiao Guo, why don't you call your girlfriend for the celebration tonight? ”

“Oh… is this your girlfriend? Oh... nice, pretty simple girl. Your bank? ”

“Xiao Guo, I didn't say you. I told you because I looked after you... this girl is not for you. You are also a talented member of the company. In the future, you will attend more banquets, have more communication, and it is not good for anyone to match you. Men in the circle have to hang out more, but women other than men have to cross paths. ”

……

“Why are you studying painting? Even if you make money, you can save it... clothes? No need, just make up for the old one. ”

“Change of job? I'm having a great time with this job. The gas station is very good! By the way, I ran into one of your colleagues at the gas station today. What was his name again? ”

“Are you drinking again? Don't drink too much. You don't have a stomach. That's not how you get paid, okay? ”

“Yu Shu... I can't dance, can't do without dancing. It's embarrassing that people here can't understand a word I'm saying and can't get along with it... why don't we go first? ”

……

“Do you want to call Xiao Guo for the weekend party? But first, my mother tiger preached that he could, but it's better not to call his girlfriend... Really, they all have family. Doesn't it embarrass him to let Xiao Guo come here alone? ”

“Tsk, that's true love, you can handle it, maybe they like the natives! Love the earthy smell. ”

“Ha-ha-ha!! ”

“I'm going to work! By the way, the lunch box is ready. Remember to rest for lunch! Today is your favorite red eggplant! ”

I... haven't liked red eggplant for a long time.

……

……

“So, Guest, you don't feel like your girlfriend's good enough, do you? ”

This has been Guo Yushuo's conversation after never believing, to surprise, then fear, then awe... he doesn't know why he confessed to a stranger... and under such weird circumstances.

Maybe this guy's not human.

Urban legend? Ghosts weird? Guo Yushuo thought about it and worried about it. However, after naturally saying these things, for some reason, he felt relaxed.

“No... Wenwen is fine.” Guo Yushuo shook his head, "except that people should look forward and should not step in place. ”

What's the difference between not feeling good enough...

Lochu is not very interested in new guests. But since you're a guest at the club, you can't ignore it.

After returning from Romania, Boss Lo began to wonder how he should thoroughly adapt to the wide variety of Guests that would arise in the future… even in terms of the origin of the Guests.

“If you don't think she can keep up with you, why do you have to keep this relationship?” Rochu started trying to do what he should do as a club owner.

How to guide the Golden Lord.

“No… I still love her.” Guo Yushuo solemnly said: “I promised I would treat her well for life! ”

"But obviously, the Guest is also now engaged in this relationship and even the original commitment, isn't it? ”

Guo Yushuo seemed to intend to say something, but remained silent in the end.

"If the source of the entanglement is inappropriate, will the outcome be different if it becomes as suitable as the Guest would like it to be? ”

Suitable... Yeah, if Wenwen can get up, become willing to add value to herself, become more knowledgeable... even more elegant...

Guo Yushuo couldn't help but fantasize about the ideal girlfriend in his heart. “But can you? ”

“Sure. Guests, isn't that why you want to talk? ”

“I… what do I need to do? ”

“How about first using your Guest's time of the day in exchange for your girlfriend becoming less bored? ”

“Just one day?” Guo Yushuo is incredible.

“Simply making her interested in the birth of something, that's about the price," said Rochu. ”

“If it's just one day… I will! ”

“Welcome next time. ”

……

……

After a bitter kiss of the five big red notes in his hand, Jianghu called the mice strong Qiang brother frowned and looked at Ren Ziling with a smile: “Thank you! Next time there are good things like this, remember to call me! ”

Ren Ziling suddenly frowned: “Mouse Qiang, stop gambling and go home more. ”

The mouse cracked open its yellow teeth: “Fatally, I'm lucky this year! ”

Ren Ziling shook his head, lazy enough to say, but walked into the stairs of an old building. The staircase on the seventh floor climbed up, and the Vice Editor-in-Chief Ren's face was not red and gasped. He pressed the doorbell on this floor.

Soon an elderly woman opened the door and looked at Ren Ziling with confusion: “Are you...? ”

“Is this KingKong's house? ”

“You know my son? ”

“Well, I'm his friend, and there's something for him. ”

“Wait, he's sleeping. ”

……

“Are you... the reporter? ”

Through the burglar door, KingKong frowned, obviously at a glance to identify who this woman was who could find where he lived, "What's the matter? ”

“Where is Gaja?” Ren Ziling opened the door to meet Mountain Path: “Lin Heg took too much poison and is still in serious detention. His secretary is fallen... now Jia Ya is also missing. You're the bodyguard Shadow hired for her. You should know something. ”

“I'm sorry, you got the wrong guy.” KingKong calmly said, "Like you said, I'm just a worker. Neither do you know that you are her friend, nor do I know this person who only meets during working hours. ”

KingKong closed the door directly.

“Mom, if this woman keeps knocking on the door, you call the police and say someone is harassing the house! ”

Ren Ziling clearly heard KingKong outside the door... this girl clearly said she listened.

Vice Editor Ren was also a temper when he was young. In the past few years, he tried to be a good mother, but he couldn't stand the indifference of being rejected. His temper suddenly widened.

“Tsk, I don't believe you don't go downstairs for a day, no physiological needs, no women! Shit!!"

The Vice Editor-in-Chief called directly.

“Hello, boss? I'm on leave today! Do you want to see it? What, you don't believe that? I'll send the towel to your house, believe it or not! ”

“I believe that...”

PS: I also believe that... the Big Reader will vote for me, right?