Taking off all his clothes and putting them in a bag, Dior lay between the two women for the finishing work.

About an hour later, the two girls woke up one after another. They didn't remember what happened after they got drunk yesterday, but everything in front of them was enough to show that no one suspected that the three people took off (river crabs) and lay on the bed last night just to play Landlord.

After the busyness of last night, Dior was a little tired and no longer interested in what to do with the two girls, so he politely declined their invitation to get up again for another morning exercise, and then put on yesterday's clothes and took the two girls out.

After staying in the hotel for lunch, the two girls reluctantly parted with Dior. Before leaving, they left their real name and phone number, and hinted that if he wanted to "drink" with them, he could contact them at any time.

Dior agreed with a smile, and finally patted their plump buttocks and made a gesture of contacting each other again. He turned around and left amid the laughter of the two women.

Everything seemed so natural and normal. Even the two guys who were suspected of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. did not notice any abnormality, but the envy, jealousy and hatred in their hearts were hard to describe in words.

People hugged the beautiful girl in the bar and drank whiskey. They only dared to order a glass of wine and sat there for several hours. Finally, they ran away in the bartender's contemptuous eyes.

They took two hot girls in the hotel room and fought fiercely overnight, but they could only hide in the car and drink coffee and sleep for a while.

People can fight friendship cannons that don’t have money, but they leave casually after the end, but they can only chew sandwiches and can’t even find the opportunity to masturbate.

This is life!

The two of them suddenly wanted to cry, but when they thought that they had not done their report today, they immediately lost the idea of ​​crying.

............

After returning to the restaurant, Dior leisurely brewed a pot of tea for himself. He is the kind of person who must put sugar in coffee, and it is between being able to drink but not very much likes to drink. Of course, the same is true for drinking tea. Every time he will put rock sugar in it, which is the level of the leader in the evil path!

There is no way, it’s not just a matter of taste, he just feels that life is already so hard, so why bother making things difficult for him?

He has heard these words "bitter first and sweet later" and "remember to endlessly taste" and "it is not tea but life" countless times, but I'm sorry, he has never drunk that kind of high-end tea. Just like his life before, there is only endless bitterness and no trace of sweetness.

So the evil way is the evil way. Anyway, he can't become elegant. He just can't pretend to be there at a specific time.

Just...it seems to have forgotten something?

Dior put down the sweet and greasy tea in his hand and thought about it carefully until his aftermath noticed the broom.

Will that guy is still in the bar, right?

After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and called Will. The phone went through, but it was hung up after a while. Dior called again, but this time he was rejected.

Could something be wrong?

Dior's expression was a little wrong, and then he called again, and this time he was finally answered.

"I'll talk about it later. I'm very busy now!"

Dior looked at his cell phone that was hung up again with a strange expression. It was noon and he was still 'running'? And he heard the sound of talking, it seemed like the two women who were thrown in the bar with Will yesterday.

Is this just waking up and then starting to exercise? It’s really hard to do it!

"It's okay, I didn't waste the money I spent yesterday." Dior sighed for a moment and ignored him anymore.

As a result, half an hour later, Will drove to the restaurant door with a sad face, and almost cried out in grievance as soon as he entered the door.

"What's wrong? I'm not happy after exercise. I have kidney deficiency?" Dior looked at him jokingly.

Then he heard Will say angrily: "Those two birds, I drank mine yesterday and ate mine, but when I left just now, I didn't forget to take away the last little money from my body. What's the difference between this and those prostitutes (river crab) women!"

Dior almost squirted as soon as he heard this, and then tears were almost coming out of laughter.

I don’t have to think about it. People think they lost money when they played with Will overnight, and it was three people together, so they simply took the 'mental loss fee' and left.

Maybe when Will started to 'run', the 'treadmill' was on the run before it even started to operate.

"Come on, I paid the bill yesterday, but I wasn't your turn even if I was wronged. Besides, when I called just now, you didn't mean that tone. I guess you'd forgotten who I was."

"Are you the same?" Will's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.

"Sorry, I only gave the hotel money, and there is a follow-up, so you can't envy it." As he said that, Dior took out two notes with the smell of perfume and threw them on the table.

Will hurriedly opened it and took a look, then sat back dejectedly. Sure enough, people are different, whoever dies!

"By the way, didn't you say yesterday that there was another date? Where is that beauty from irs?"

"I just said something was wrong, but I didn't say it was with her. I was like that yesterday and I had forgotten it a long time ago. It's not an important thing anyway." Dior explained casually and plugged the last loophole.

Will also think so. Even if there was a big deal yesterday, he wouldn't care about it. He would definitely be happy first, otherwise he wouldn't even answer Dior's phone number.

"Okay, today's holiday, get out of here, just have me here." Dior was about to send him away and started to spend money. With so many gold bars, he was looking forward to this harvest.

However, Will, the guy, seemed to have not heard it, sat there rubbing around, rubbing around without saying anything, but did not leave.

Dior glanced at him, as if he had thought of something, then took out his wallet and pointed out a thousand dollars from it and slapped it on the table.

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

"Hehe, isn't it a little less? There is still a day before the salary will be paid next month..."

"Do you want it? That's all, just take it back if you don't want it!"

When Will saw Dior reaching out to get it back, he immediately grabbed the money from the table and ran away. He had only two thousand left, but the two Bichi didn't leave any of them for him and took them all, but he lost a lot.

If you go to find a street girl for more than two thousand, how many times will you have to be happy, Mad!

"If I knew that you spent all this thousand dollars on those prostitutes (river crab) girls, don't think about getting a cent from me again! Flower q!"

Through the door, Dior beat Wil with a big middle finger. The net income of 10,000 US dollars a month was not enough for this guy to go out and find a woman. He is really a talent!
Chapter completed!