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Vegetarian Food's Beautiful Lady Zou Li was a Master of the Sea Return. She had a high IQ, and because of her outstanding talent, she was appointed Director of the Company, Assistant CEO and even Vice President. Her career was flourishing, and she was very outstanding … But the constant harassment of her ex-lover, combined with the unprovoked suspicion of her emotionally clean husband, has plunged her into emotional anxiety...
Part One
vegetarian male and female
Part II
A nanny who runs a vegetarian restaurant
Part III
amorous patient
Part IV
Beauty is diseased
Part V
The father-in-law be take away
Part One
Chapter 1
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It was really a coincidence to know Ning Nan.
The first time I saw him was on a bus.
"… …"
In late July 2015, when it was the third day of the heat, the tarmac in N City was almost melted by the cool sun. The French Parasol Tree, even though it had dense branches and leaves that were like umbrellas protecting it, its heat did not decrease …
Around 1800, when it was still broad daylight, I crowded around the crowd and squeezed into the coach of the number 11 bus. Tonight is to the university classmate Xiao Liu's invitation party, because I was worried about drinking, I did not drive.
The car slowly drove on the wide road. The interior of the car was crowded and noisy …
"..."
At this moment, looking out the window at the rows of parasol trees, my thoughts drifted off into the distance --
In the past hundred years, the wutong tree, covered with pavilions and pavilions, has been the favorite tree of the people of N City:
On a hot summer day, people walked under the trees. The blazing sun was covered by layers of shade, so only through the gaps between the dense leaves of the trees would they be able to rain down onto the road and turn into specks of light. The temperature would be reduced by at least 5 degrees.
On a rainy day, when it drips down, whether big or small, onto the five fingered green leaves, it takes a while for the road to get wet. People who forget to bring an umbrella can slowly walk under the trees …
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The mass planting of the French parasol tree in N City was done in 1928. In order to welcome a revolutionary forerunner, people planted 20 thousand sycamore trees on both sides of the road, which is now known as the "Parasol Tree."
The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade.
Nowadays, on some old main roads, most of them take the parasol tree as the greening tree. On the wider road, he even planted a few rows. They are tall, thick, treetop to treetop... It formed the unique urban landscape of N City.
"..."
The driver is a man in his forties, wearing a beige t-shirt and a body of tough flesh. A strong stench of sweat assails us and I can't help but cover my nose with my hands …
It was still forty degrees outside, but the air conditioning inside the car wasn't working. The already crowded carriage looked like a pot of "meat dumplings". The smell of sweat and people made me dizzy from the smoke. Wearing a thin silk dress with a large collar, I was squeezed, stuck, unable to move, and helpless by a train of tired people who just got off work …
"… …"
When I got into the car, I was squeezed into the stainless steel interior of the driver's cab.
On the left, a man with shifty eyes pressed against me with malicious intent. His chin was about to touch my neck, and all I could do was lean to the right to avoid his bad intentions.
Behind me, as the car lurched, a fat old woman pressed her fat against my back, making me feel the weight of it.
To my right was a young man who had just got on the bus. He was a tall man, about 1.8 meters tall. He was lean and lean, with a pair of large, dark eyes under his thick eyebrows. He kept glancing around vigilantly, as if he had a goal in mind for this bunch of 'human dumplings'. "Or perhaps, he is following someone …
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"Creak." For some reason, the bus suddenly came to a screeching halt. The people in the car were not on guard and fell to the side due to the inertia … Immediately, shouts, curses, and complaints arose from the carriage. The driver was also complaining loudly.
"This private car in front, do you know how to drive? He still dared to change routes during peak hours? Did he not want to live anymore? It's probably another street killer! "
"… …"
A new driver who has just had his driver's license for less than a year is commonly known as a road killer. Some even pointed to the female chauffeur.
Many male drivers believe that women have some inherent flaws in driving. Driving as a risky behavior, the psychological, physiological and behavioral characteristics of drivers have great influence on driving safety, including people's vision, hearing, reaction, emotion, driving skill, perceptual judgment, fatigue driving, etc. And the female driver's emotional, anger, fatigue, nervousness, panic, etc., is more obvious than the male driver. Judgement-wise, men driver's estimation of the speed of the car is 84% and women are 71%. In addition, women driver's complex response to an emergency is more frequently misjudged than men driver, especially when buzzer sounds are heard, some women driver's left, right hands and feet will be released at the same time and they will be out of control. The study found that the female driver's ability to bear pressure was generally weaker than the male driver, and the probability of an accident in dangerous situations was higher …
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Although I don't agree with this saying, but it is obvious that the one who forced the bus to brake urgently is a female 'Road Killer' …
The chaos in the car lasted for a long time:
The fat grandma behind me presses down on me first, then under the driving force of inertia, her fat body falls backwards like a small mountain … The boy on the right caught her from behind and kept her from hitting the stainless steel lever.
The man on my left took the opportunity to nibble on my neck with his mouth and used one of his hands to hug my waist …
"Oh, hooligan!" I yelled, then glared at the pervert. At this moment, the boy on the right rushed over and grabbed the man on my left, grabbed my right hand, and saw that there was a brand-new Apple phone in the man's hand!
This wretched man not only smeared my oil, but also stole my new phone!
Luckily, the boy on the right was smart!
At this moment, another capable man squeezed in from the left and handcuffed the wretched man. It turned out that this was a habitual thief! They asked the driver to stop and they took him away.
They all said that bus number 11 was safe and reliable. Someone in the carriage began to talk.
Before they got out of the car, I shouted my thanks to the young man who had helped me get my cell phone back. Thank you …
The young man turned around and smiled shyly. "Of course. You're welcome." Ye Zichen got off the car, then left with the vulgar man in tow.
Outside the window, the wutong tree seemed to be dripping with sweat from the heat. On the road, there was a steady stream of cars and horses. The hot sunlight penetrated through the leaves of the wutong tree and scattered all over the asphalt road …
It was still forty degrees outside, but the air conditioning inside the car wasn't working. The already crowded carriage looked like a pot of "meat dumplings". The smell of sweat and people made me dizzy from the smoke. Wearing a thin silk dress with a large collar, I was squeezed, stuck, unable to move, and helpless by a train of tired people who just got off work …
The bus continued to move forward, leaving behind rows and rows of French parasol trees standing tall in the wind. Their elegant figures and silhouettes fully displayed the mediocrity and elegance of N City.
Ning Nan, this young man with a pair of big black eyes, left a deep impression on me …
Author's Note:
This novel is purely fictional. If there is a similarity, it is purely a coincidence. Please do not sit on the right number.
