Escape Love Dragon

Author: Minggo
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Publish Date: 2005-09-01
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This book is a love story in the style of an undercover agent. Ordered by his boss to return to campus to protect the priceless young lady, he encounters a spicy female teacher and falls in love! He loves or escapes? Hilarious, heartfelt, and an indispensable new classic.
＠ｃｉ｛Ｓ＆ｉ′?
ｊ＋？＇∷Ｋ≮￠◎＠ｚｗｚ≮ｙ．｀４〉
With a huge laptop bag in the elevator, after pressing the button for the 18th floor, I started to ponder: if the elevator were to fall right now, should I crouch down with my hands covering my head, jump to reduce the impact, or just grab the 20th-floor MM standing next to me and give her a passionate kiss on her snow-white, delicate face. This building has sub-levels B182 and even B384—does it have B18? Is there a chance to transfer to the Guosheng Hell branch to accompany the King of Hell for some tea?
As the saying goes, "Heaven does not always grant one's wishes, and life is not without its disappointments." The elevator stopped normally at the 18th floor, and I could only give the 20th-floor MM an apologetic glance: "Next time, beautiful." She shot back a pair of ambiguous, disdainful white eyes.
Ah! Girls these days express their feelings so uniquely!
But I like it! Hehe!
Half past nine—30 minutes late. But it doesn’t matter, we are SALES.
The branch manager, a short, fat, greasy-faced Southern dead fatso with small eyes and big ears, once sternly lectured us: "An excellent salesperson cannot spend all day in the office; they must move, go out, even if you clock in on time every day and work overtime—without performance, it’s all for nothing, understand? Performance, performance! Not a joke! OK?"
Speaking of which, I couldn’t help but feel indignant! For a long time, I’ve never been a fan of some Chinese working in foreign companies who always throw in English phrases in their conversations to distinguish themselves from other Chinese. Mr. Qian Zhongshu once pointed out sternly: Some people talk with their lips flapping, occasionally revealing a flash of gold between their teeth to show they are wealthy, just like a beggar who doesn’t pick out his teeth after eating meat, deliberately leaving a few bits of meat in his teeth—disgusting. I’ve never done that, trust me! I’ve never done that!
Entering the company, I was about to chat with the receptionist MM and enjoy the glimpse of her cleavage hidden beneath her low-cut shirt, when suddenly, a thunderbolt struck my ears: Navel—
Oh, shit!
Who in the hell called me!!