Cai Gen pulled Mojie Ge up the steps and pushed him into the store.
"You go inside and get the bedding. It's uncomfortable to fall asleep if it's wet.
Besides, it’s not like you are guilty, they are just small fish and shrimps, can you do it?”
Capricorn saw that what Cai Gen said was very sincere and not meant to be a joke.
It's a little surprising. What kind of temper does this Cai Gen have?
Are you performing some kind of drama with yourself here?
No way?
Doesn't it look like you're pretending?
Although he couldn't figure it out, Capricorn still instinctively argued about it.
"My quilt has been pulled out. I can't sleep if I change the quilt."
Cai Gen seemed to have heard a big joke, shaking his head and laughing loudly as he got into the pickup truck.
"Okay, as you like, who makes you the son of Lingzi mother?"
Watching the pickup truck drive away, Ma Jie Ge had the illusion that Cai Gen was treating him as a child.
It is obvious that I am much older than Cai Gen in terms of age and appearance.
Why do I have such an illusion?
Capricorn raised his hand, and a piece of sunshine appeared in his hand, gathering together and not dispersing, and waved it gently.
The large puddle of ice-water mixture on the ground was instantly dry as steam rose.
After putting the bedding back on, Capricorn finally understood why he felt like a child.
Because what I do is what only children can do.
Unreasonable, willful and arrogant, selfish, unreasonable and unforgiving.
All of this, Capricorn thinks, is natural with his mother always being there to tolerate him.
Even if I suffer setbacks, my mother will help me find my place and let me vent my anger.
It has been this way for so many years, nothing has changed.
However, Cai Gen appeared, and her mother's attitude towards her changed.
This may be why I feel like I haven't been doing well lately.
Could it be that Munn really said that no matter how old he is, he will always be a mama's boy?
For the first time, Capricorn was deeply touched by Cai Gen's actions and began to reflect.
Is it time for me to break away from my mother's protection and grow up?
Cai Gen sat in the passenger seat and closed his eyes.
It's not that I'm sleepy, I'm just a little tired.
It’s almost nine o’clock in the evening. Recommended reading TV
A whole day has passed since the morning market started.
It was quite a rich day.
In addition to falling unconscious after falling on the tiles, I took a short rest.
The energy and energy that had recovered were also strangled by hanging.
After closing his eyes, Cai Gen's mind went blank.
Don't want to think about anything.
Because next, when we get to Naiman Bridge, Du Ming needs to deal with it again.
He let out a long breath.
"Naqi, go to Naiman Bridge.
Eight disciples, I drank, no one is bad at driving.
Don't move or say anything, just let me be quiet.
Let’s go.”
It's rare that Naqi didn't act like a monster.
Maybe it’s because I had enough fun playing Eight Disciples and Capricorn just now.
Moreover, it is getting harder and harder to torture Cai Gen.
So much so that the difficulty has offset the fun.
The most important thing is that with Xiao Tmall in the car, he has many choices.
After the pickup truck started moving, Xiao Tmall became more energetic.
"Eight disciples, I heard from Shi Huozhu that you are very good at hiding yourself.
Now it’s a small interview.
How can I be in the car without you being an eyesore.
Can I still see you driving outside the car?
Okay, let's start your show."
The Eight Disciples were actually a little shocked before Xiao Tianmao opened his mouth.
I originally thought that Cai Gen needed me, so he let me drive.
Even though the damage is not high, it is extremely insulting.
After all, I don’t regard myself as trash.
As a result, Cai Gen's implicit meaning was that he was just being used as a decoration.
The reason is because he drank and didn't want to drink and drive?
What kind of weird reasons are these?
However, Cai Gen was not asking for his own opinion.
But after he finished explaining, he closed his eyes.
This doesn't look down on yourself at all.
The frustration of self-esteem has already made the eighth disciple feel uncomfortable.
The feeling at this moment was that I was being trampled mercilessly by Cai Gen.
It turns out that in Cai Gen's eyes, he is just a decoration.
In other words, he simply couldn't get into Cai Gen's eyes.
How can the Eight Disciples accept this?
I was about to wake up Cai Gen, talk some sense into him, and explain that I was not just a decoration.
Xiao Tmall then spoke.
There is actually an interview?
The Eight Disciples were like thunder striking their heads.
I am the deputy captain of the field team of the Social Security Bureau, but I need to interview for a job as a cleaner?
As if sensing the uncooperativeness of the Eight Disciples, Xiao Tmall added.
“If you can’t pass the interview, you are not qualified to be a cleaner.
That would be considered a waste that has not completed its mission.
How is your company's treatment for dismissing waste?
How many months of salary supplement will be given?
Are you on unemployment insurance?
It seems that you are not too young, and you still have physical defects, so it will be difficult for you to find another job.
The current employment situation is too serious for involution.
I'm really worried about you.
So, this interview doesn't matter to me, but it is important to you.
It will be important for you in the next few decades.
You decide whether you want to have food and clothing without worries or live on the street."
When Naqi heard this, he laughed, as expected.
Xiao Tmall did not disappoint me.
Playing with this blue-skinned monkey is much easier than playing with Cai Gen.
"What the smelly cat said makes some sense.
Although you gave me a bath, you did your best.
But the inside of the tire has not been cleaned. Normally, it should be picked with a toothpick.
You should not be sued to death for doing cleaning work like this.
Either die early or die late. Just die. Don't bother with the interview.
You won't survive anyway, there's nothing wrong with being a Luther for the rest of your life.
That's your fate, accept it.
You are God's draft anyway, and it was a mistake to begin with.
Give up, stop struggling, and face the fact that you are a waste."
Cai Gen closed his eyes and felt sour in his heart as he listened to the two idiots singing and harmonizing, attacking the Eight Disciples without any limits.
If he and the Eight Disciples had exchanged places, he would probably have cried a long time ago.
It's so shocking that I can't see any light at all.
It’s too difficult to be an eighth disciple.
The eight disciples who had been listening silently were not mentally strong enough, but were just a little slow to react.
The blows from Xiao Tmall and Na Qi were like a violent storm, the rhythm was very fast, and he couldn't keep up.
I didn’t remember anything else, let alone take it to heart. I only remembered that I was called a waste.
The eighth disciple wanted to yell, but he was afraid of disturbing Cai Gen.
All he could do was lower his voice and growl lowly.
"My eight disciples are equipped with eight skills to make a living. They are not useless."
Before he finished speaking, the eighth disciple opened the car window and jumped out.
Xiao Tianmao thought he couldn't bear it anymore and ran away.
As a result, the eighth disciple folded himself in half and pressed tightly against the front windshield.
Moreover, the body is getting thinner, transforming from three-dimensional to two-dimensional, as if swallowing two-dimensional foil.
From the car, it looks like a bust.
From the outside of the car, it really looks like someone is driving.
This can be regarded as a technical job, completely done by contorting the body and relying on self-mutilation.
Cai Gen took a look and nodded silently.
"I passed the interview and can take up the job, but it hurts to look at it.
Okay, Xiaotian.
If you don't tell me, I'll tell you a story."
This chapter has been completed!