Beckham, male, 25 years old, seaweed boyfriend, white-collar worker in the company (a good boy who loves seaweed deeply and tries to maintain his little happiness).
Beckham to seaweed: I fell in love with you a little bit.
The narration when seaweed went to borrow money from Song Siming again: If I had known I had to put down my posture today, I might as well pretend to be a pug.
Seaweed to Beckham: What is the meaning of life? Do you want to suffer in life or enjoy it? The key is that everyone lives like this, and no one has ever questioned whether this life is right. All I know is that I have to work. I work every day. Work more than 22 days a month, work like a cow for a month, jump around like a rabbit, and only get paid. It's cruel that people spend 30 days of tension for a day of relaxation!
Seaweed to the boss: you give me 3680 a month, and naturally I only do 3680. You obviously wrote a copy when you confessed. Does the copy include the exchange of feelings? Does the copywriting include sneaking into Chen Cang? Besides writing, I also work as a messenger to accompany me to eat, sing and dance. I just want to sleep with others. Not at all. You want me to sell myself to the company with that little money, right? No matter how cheap the labor market is now, I can't find wishful thinking like you! My Guo family sells my knowledge for more than ten years! Not me!
Seaweed to Beckham: Your name is Bailey, your son will be beckenbauer, and your grandson will be Beckham. I am a big tree with many branches, and each branch is covered with fruits. They call me grandma and old lady, and you are the root I stepped on. The older you get, the deeper you tie you up.
Seaweed to Song Siming:
A debt of gratitude, I lost ~ ~ ~
From now on, I will step into the road of professional mistresses!