Sirius Little Bun

Chapter 11

Glancing at the pot of little ginseng banyan tree on the table that he regarded as a treasure with heartache, the gloom on his face became more and more intense.Since then, none of the plants in the house are normal.I have really suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck, so I shouldn't have softened my heart the day before yesterday and left two scourges.Now I just hope that the spaceship can be repaired quickly, get out! !

As far as bad luck is concerned, Wen Bin really felt that no one could compete with him. Lying on the bed at night, he began to ponder, how could he be able to run into an alien with such a small chance, how could he be able to buy a lottery ticket Not winning! ! !

winning?

On Monday morning, Wen Bin reported to the new company full of energy. It is estimated that the manager of the personnel department had expected him to come, not only prepared the position, but even assigned him today's tasks.The job card and employee card were handed to him together.

Wen Bin was a little resentful, the manager had already seen through his feelings, and this feeling made people extremely uncomfortable.

On the first day, there were many tasks, and the new environment was a bit uncomfortable.There are too few people in the marketing department to be ignored.Because this is a program research and development company, the vast majority of R & D workers, they spend every day in a large number of death and rapid growth of brain cells.So the employees here are all in the same state, with robotic faces and rigid movements. Except for two girls who smiled at Wen Bin a few times a day, the rest of the people filter him out.This is undoubtedly a kind of mental torture for Wen Bin, whose personality tends to be lively.In addition to the tedious things I did today, my mind has become a pot of porridge.

At 06:30 in the afternoon, I walked out of the company gate with a heavy heart.

"Mr. Wen," the high-heeled shoes and crisp voice sounded from behind.

Wen Bin turned around in surprise. She was a tall girl with fair skin and big eyes. Her long black hair brushed softly over her shoulders. She was very quiet and looked like a lady.It seems to be from the personnel department, but Wen Bin couldn't remember her name for a while.

"You are……"

The girl giggled and said, "I talked to you in the morning, but I forgot it so soon? I'm the secretary of the HR manager, and I prepared materials for you before, and the seat is just across from you."

"Sorry, I forgot your name." Wen Bin smiled apologetically.

"Fang Rui," the girl's clear voice was very clear, without any twitching.

Although Wen Bin was easy to attract girls when he was in school, he couldn't remember the girls' names, no matter they were beautiful or ugly.It would be fine to say that he is an introverted and shy boy, but he is the kind of person who is naturally sullen, thick-skinned, and notorious for his penetrating tongue.Once I talked to a girlfriend named Qi Jingyi, but I still couldn't remember the name of her for three days, but the girl got mad with him and nicknamed him a playboy.Xin Yi used to tease him about this, but in reality he was only interested in men.

"Miss Fang, what's the matter?"

"The manager asked me to give you this information. I was supposed to give it in the afternoon, but I just came back after going out in the afternoon. I have something to ask for leave tomorrow, so I chased it out. I'm sorry."

"Oh, it's okay," Wen Bin accepted the documents with a smile.

"This is the information compiled for the cooperation with Yizhong Company. If Mr. Wen has any questions, you can ask me directly, and I will tell you as soon as possible." She instructed again gently.

Yizhong... Wen Bin's heart skipped a beat, and the smile froze on his face.

"What's wrong, Mr. Wen?"

"Nothing, thank you Miss Fang."

"You're welcome." Fang Rui stepped on her high heels and went back to the company.

Wen Bin picked up the documents in his hand and flipped through them casually, and sure enough there was Hao Yinghe's name.Cursing in a low voice, he couldn't help but recall the night he couldn't bear to look back on.

Feminine face, provocative posture, obscene movements, and the words that made him angry, "If you promise to be my regular partner, I will not blame you for the conflict between you and Xiaowu before. You can choose your position, how about it?"

"Don't get excited, I've been in this industry for so many years, and I've always been very accurate in judging people. The coquettishness in your bones is very suitable..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Bin's fist had already been swung out, which was ruthless enough, because he heard the sound of the bridge of the nose breaking, and the joints of his fingers also clicked, which was crisp and sweet.

"Wen Bin, don't be ignorant, I'm flattering you by telling you this, you—"

Later Wen Bin thought about it, he must have drunk something else that night, otherwise how could he pour three glasses with his drinking capacity.I also responded to Xin Yi's words, "Wen Bin, you boy is always inaccurate in judging people. We have shared the same bed for four years, and you can't even tell whether I like men or women. Your eyes are really good." Already!"

Along the sidewalk of the road, Wen Bin changed his mind as he walked, with mixed emotions in his heart.Judging from this information, this should be his first task in the new company, and he can't push it back, and it's really fucking uncomfortable.He scratched his scalp in frustration and quickened his pace.

Confused, he walked into the vegetable market, and by the time he realized it, he was already standing in front of the fruit stand.

"Are you buying fruit, young man?" The bucket-shaped aunt hung a purse on her stomach and looked at him with a smile.Wen Bin took a few glances and said, "Two dragon fruits here."

"Okay," the auntie quickly picked up the two largest ones, and put them on the dirty electronic scale that could hardly read the numbers. Bar."

"So expensive."

"The young man bought it for his girlfriend. Our dragon fruit is imported. Eat it to ensure weight loss and beauty. You can lose weight if you want. The effect is very good."

"I'll feed it to my son." Wen Bin said with a twitch.

"The curative effect will be even more. After eating, children will be sure to be fat for nothing, and the longer they grow, the faster they will grow."

...is it skinny or fat...

After being disturbed by this aunt, the depression eased a lot.When he was about to reach the gate of the community, he saw a big welfare lottery sign. He remembered the set of auspicious numbers that he racked his brains to form last night, and stepped in with his legs.

"Master, here is a seven-star color."

"There are no sports lotteries."

"No? Let's play Shuangseqiu then."

"nor."

"Welfare Lottery 3D."

"Not for sale."

"Where's Huadong?"

"nor."

Wen Bin's eyebrows twisted into piles in an instant. He took a few steps back, exited the door and took a look. It was the Welfare Lottery.

"Then what do you have?"

"Eastern six plus one."

"...Then let's get one."

"What number?"

Numbers... Wen Bin scratched his head, damn it, I was thinking about it just now, why did I forget it as soon as I walked in.

"Young man, do you still want to buy it?" The uncle looked back and forth on his suit with cloudy eyes, showing disdain between his brows.

"Buy, why don't you buy it!" Wen Bin was stared at uncomfortably, and a set of numbers popped up in his mind, "274777 snake".

Probably because he was poor and crazy, and buying lottery tickets has become a personal hobby. The lottery paper stamped on the table in the bedroom is almost made into a calendar card.Wen Bin watched the lottery ticket for a long time before he remembered that the number seemed to be what Carson said the night before, and why it popped out as soon as he opened his mouth.He couldn't help sighing, it seemed that another two dollars was wasted.

Going home early today, when Wen Bin came in, Carson and the little devil were sitting at the dining table eating.

In the past two days, he had hardly taken care of the little ghosts. Wen Bin was always curious about what they ate for a living, so he couldn't help but go to see them.

The two bloody objects on the table suddenly caught Wen Bin's eyes.This is... raw chicken? ?

"You're back." Carson held a sharp cutlery knife in his hand, skillfully cut off a piece of bloody chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth with graceful movements.The little ghost sitting opposite him was holding a small chicken in both hands, and sucked it with his mouth on the breast of the chicken, leaving a red circle on his lips.

"You...you..." Wen Bin stammered for a long time, and finally he could only utter a sentence, "There is still a pot in the kitchen that can be used, you can cook it before eating..."

"I'm not used to the things here."

Indeed, I almost cooked the kitchen last time.

"Then why don't you just buy the cooked ones?"

"Live more nutritiously."

"..." Wen Bin felt a little nauseated, turned around and went into the kitchen.It took a full 5 minutes before he calmed down his vomiting internal organs.

After finally waiting for them to eat and drink enough, Wen Bin spent an hour in the kitchen before slowly bringing out the meals he had prepared.And the two who had eaten raw just now had already moved to the sofa to repeat what happened yesterday.

"I've always been curious about what kind of job you got," Wen Bin asked casually.

"Jump off the building."

"what?"

Carson turned to look at him, "That word seems to be called a substitute."

This kind of work is very common in this fast-moving city. In the past, Wen Bin used to do tricks, and the ignorant boy always fantasized that one day he would be able to rise to the top in that circle that doesn't distinguish between black and white.But fantasy and reality are often the moon in the sky and the biscuits in your hands, and there is a big difference.

Wen Bin was taken aback, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered when you go to crowded places?"

“People on Earth are very warm and friendly.”

That is, there is absolutely no ambiguity when making you a specimen. "How much is a jump?"

"It depends on the height of the floor, two hundred above the tenth floor, and one hundred below the tenth floor."

"It's the price of jumping off a building, not the price of cabbage. But I need to remind you about one thing. When will your spaceship start to be repaired?" Wen Bin quickly took two bites of rice, looking at him expectantly.

"You seem in a hurry."

Shit, I wish you could fix it right away.

Wen Bin smiled modestly, "Where, just care about it casually."

"land