Chapter 259 Citigroup, Seven Commandments Society, [Part 1]
A month later, Citi, Inoton State.
It is made up of endless farms and small towns.
In a certain town, there is a bank.
Female clerk Shasha dragged her tired body out of the bank door.
Very tired today.
But when she thought about what happened at night, she started to get excited.
"Sasha, I heard that you are very interested in Parker?"
The two female colleagues teased Sasha with playful smiles.
Shasha smiled awkwardly:
"Nothing."
The two female colleagues looked at the embarrassed Shasha and laughed even louder.
There is no other reason, the main reason is that Sasha doesn't even have the slightest bit of femininity.
Look at those two female colleagues, wearing hot short skirts and navel-baring tops after get off work, exuding their charm.
Look at Sasha again.
She wore a large yellow T-shirt, a fluffy skirt that reached her ankles, and ordinary to the extreme sneakers.
This outfit is ugly.
Especially that skirt. These two female colleagues would not have worn such traditional skirts in junior high school.
No one in the bank had ever seen Sasha wearing clothes that exposed her calves.
Sasha's top only exposed her forearms at most.
To be honest, in a country where clothing is free, this kind of dress will really make many people laugh.
The important thing is that Sasha always wears glasses that are too thick and does not apply makeup on her face.
In the eyes of her colleagues, Shasha is just a coward.
Moreover, Shasha is not good at words. She will blush even if she speaks a few words to anyone, and her performance is also at the bottom.
If a woman like Shasha were replaced by a boy, many people might have no idea.
Does your class have that kind of transparency?
His speech is always naive, his clothes are always outdated, and his hair is either a haircut or a short haircut.
When you recall your school days, you will never remember his name, you only know that there was such a person in the class.
It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not.
Salsa is exactly that.
Two female colleagues looked at Shasha teasingly:
"Idiot, if you change your skirt, maybe Parker will take a second look at you."
Sasha's face was very red.
I don’t know if it’s because of an angry colleague teasing me, or because I’m shy, maybe a bit of both.
She did like Parker.
Parker is handsome, dashing, romantic, and is the dream man of many people in the bank.
"Stop, who wants to stay and work overtime?"
The bank manager suddenly came to the door and asked three female employees (including Shasha).
Two female employees winked playfully and acted coquettishly:
"I made an appointment with my parents for dinner today, so I won't work overtime today."
"Actually, it's my birthday today, so you won't be so cruel and ask me to work overtime."
Sasha cursed secretly.
They are obviously going to team up to catch Kaizi tomorrow night.
The manager looked at Shasha.
He knew that these two women would not work overtime honestly.
But. . . . . . Shasha is very honest and obedient, in other words. . . . . Very easy to bully.
Shasha saw the manager's gaze, lowered her head, and whispered:
"I have something to do tonight too."
She was not confident when she spoke.
Manager raises volume:
"Sasha, what did you say? You said you were willing to work overtime?"
In fact, the manager heard clearly.
It's just that Shasha's character is too weak and too honest.
Shasha shrank her neck and sighed helplessly:
"Yes sir, I can work overtime."
Sasha doesn't know how to refuse.
The two female employees laughed and slapped the manager on the shoulder, and gave Shasha a teasing look:
"You must work hard~"
Shasha curled her lips:
"Okay."
. . . . . . At night, Shasha stretched herself comfortably at her workstation.
Should I say it or not, Sasha dresses very vulgarly, but she has a really good figure.
She has an ordinary lazy waist, which shows her figure to the fullest, and the loose top cannot cover the turbulent waves at all.
It perfectly explains what it means to bear fruit from small branches.
If she takes care of herself, she will definitely be a standard hottie.
It's a pity that Sasha never wears clothes that are even slightly revealing in front of anyone, nor does she wear tight clothes.
This is related to her family's faith. Her parents are standard Muslims.
If Shasha wasn't working in a bank, she would have to cover her head and not even her hair would be allowed to be exposed.
Any nudity is shameful and abhorrent.
After Shasha finished her work, she glanced at her watch, and her eyes suddenly widened.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
It’s half past ten!
Oops, she's going to be late!
Sasha ran out of the bank as if she was running away, and even said hello to Uncle Sam, who was on duty at the bank.
Immediately afterwards, she got into her second-hand car.
This car was a graduation gift from my parents and it was very cheap.
Shasha stepped on the accelerator and drove wildly toward home.
Uncle Sam watched Sasha leave in shock.
In my impression, Shasha would never do anything dangerous and would never drive the car above 60 miles.
What's the big deal, why are you so anxious?
. . . . . .
The car drove to a single-family house.
Shasha got out of the car in a hurry, forgetting to park the car in the garage or even lock the car.
‘Ding-deng-deng! ’
Sasha ran upstairs, taking off her shoes and clothes.
Sasha rushed into the bedroom anxiously and took off her glasses, which were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle.
Turn on the light and sit at the dresser.
Take out lipstick, foundation, eyebrow pencil and other cosmetics.
She expertly puts on her makeup in front of the mirror.
Fiery red lips, big smoke.
Soon, a very familiar beauty appeared.
Sasha walked to the closet and put on a tight black leather jacket with a low neckline, revealing half of her red bra.
Black short hot pants, exposing less than half of her buttocks.
Put on over-the-knee stiletto leather boots on your legs.
Shasha blew a kiss to Qianjiao Baimei.
Then, Sasha walked to the basement.
. . . . . .
The walls of the basement are covered with random graffiti, as well as evil ghost patterns and other elements.
The background wall behind the computer desk looks like a Q version of the skeletal God of Death.
The skeletal Death is surrounded by English writing.
The first commandment: You must believe in the God of Death devoutly.
The second commandment: Do not call Death by his name, but call me Lord Death.
The third commandment: The instructions of the God of Death, the apostles, and the top leaders of the Seven Commandments must be carried out.
The Fourth Commandment: Do not force others to believe in Death.
The Fifth Commandment: Thou shalt not rape women, men, or children.
The Sixth Commandment: Do not buy or sell illegal drugs or traffic in humans.
The Seventh Commandment: Don’t be cowardly and timid, be brave enough to explore and fight.
Shasha walked to the computer desk, turned on the computer, and clicked on a live broadcast software called [Seven Commandments].
She took a deep breath, picked up the skull mask next to the computer desk, and put it on her face diagonally, covering less than half of her face.
[Seven Commandments] The live broadcast software was opened, and thousands of tourists poured in instantly.
. . . . . . .
I am the dog of death: [The Dark Godmother is late today~]
Fuck God to death, I am God: [Wow, Godmother is still very hot today! 】
Long live Death: [Godmother! Godmother! Godmother! 】
I swear in the name of death that I will never masturbate again: [Please spur me on! 】
Looking at the enthusiastic fans, Shasha showed a seductive smile.
If I am a bitch at work, what does it have to do with me after get off work?
Shasha took out the guitar, put one foot on the table, and said in a rather royal voice:
"Children, before we begin, what should we say?"
(End of chapter)