There is no pie in the sky! The boy did not withstand the temptation of the beautiful landlord, after a crazy night turned into a murderer

"Handsome, your rent is due."

A voice message from the landlord.

I eat steamed bread, looking at the mobile phone, embarrassed: "sister, can not over two days, I haven't paid wages."

"Handsome boy, you can't do this. Next month, the rent will increase by 1,000 yuan. How about I treat you to a snack tonight?"

"Sister, I'll think about it."

My name is Jack. After graduating from college, I came to New York to work.

My landlady has asked me out for more than one time.

As an adult, I'm not stupid enough to know what she meant.

But I still said no.

It's not that I pretend to be lofty, it's not that the landlady is ugly, but I can't accept it in my heart.

At least I also graduated from the undergraduate university, came here has not struggled, do not want to be a soft meal of gigolo.

In fact, the landlady was very beautiful and well maintained. She was in her thirties and looked like a young woman of twenty.

She has a nice name, too. Elvis.

I chose to rent a house here when Elvis saw that I was a young man coming out of the world and said it was 300 bucks cheaper.

But I've been out of work, and I'm running out of money, and I can't even pay my rent.

New York is a big city and the pace of life here is fast. I was full of ambition and thought that I could do well here with my talent.

But the reality is cruel, I came to New York, everywhere is full of undergraduate, famous university, graduate doctor everywhere.

For people like me, my resume was almost never sent to me and I didn't even get an interview.

I've been looking for a job for months on end with nothing suitable, and now I'm so poor I can't even pay my rent.

After eating, I intend to continue to send resumes, but think of a few days ago to call home, parents sent me dried powder and dried vegetables seem to arrive.

I'm too shy to ask them for money. These dried vegetables are enough to support me for half a month.

The shop downstairs, I looked for a long time did not find, asked to know that the express was the landlord sister took away.

I called Elvis, and that was my ration for the rest of my life.

"Oh, I took it for you, the express is a little big, put other people's shop charges, I will take it home for you. I've forgotten how busy I've been these two days. Why don't you come and get it yourself?"

Elvis was still speaking in voice, still panting, as if he were exercising.

And then she sent me a seat.

Garden, not far from the rental house.

I thought about it for a while, in order not to hungry, or decided to go.

This is an upscale neighborhood, and you have to swipe your ID to get in and out, and I got blocked, and Elvis had to call to let me in.

When I got to the door, I rang the doorbell, and Elvis answered.

Her face was red and she was dripping with sweat. She was wearing a yoga vest and pants that were drenched to the skin. She didn't even wear heavy underwear, only two thin pads to absorb sweat. Perfect curve, convex front and back, clearly visible.

To tell you the truth, Elvis is only in his twenties.

I swallowed quietly, worried that Elvis might have misunderstood me, so I ducked my head as if I hadn't seen anything.

"Oh, Jack, so soon. Come in and sit down!" "Elvis said.

"No, sister, I, I'll just grab my stuff and go."

"What's the hurry? I'll put the delivery in the locker. I'll get it for you after I exercise. Why, afraid I will eat you?" Elvis smiled, jokingly, and threw me a pair of slippers.

When she bent down to get her slippers, under her yoga collar, the white expanse was so glaring that I was embarrassed.

Elvis didn't seem to mind, though. When he showed me to my room, she got on the mat and started doing yoga again.

I know this move. It's called a plank.

The point is that the pose is not very standard, she doesn't look like a plank, but her hips are raised high......

This made me sit directly behind her on the sofa, can not help but a rush of blood, hurriedly turned away, pretend to look out of the window scenery.

"There's a drink in the fridge, help yourself," Elvis enthuses as he does his yoga routine.

I did not dare to move, but quietly responded.

What the hell does Elvis mean?

Didn't she know that the way she was acting, it was easy to imagine?

She did it on purpose. It was really sloppy, wasn't it?

Soon, Elvis was up and in another position, this time sitting on a yoga mat, one leg up, straight above his head.

It's summer, the yoga pants are thin, and her face is flushed from exercise.

I looked dumbfounded, quickly turned around, desperately remind myself, this is the landlord, she is more than ten years older than me, I must not make mistakes.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Elvis finally finished his yoga.

I asked, "Sister Elvis, can I have my package?"

"What's the hurry? You can't lose anything. Wait, I feel so sick. Go and take a bath first."

Elvis said angrily, gave me the glad eye, and walked into the bathroom.

There was a splash of water in there. Where was Elvis washing?

Bah bah bah bah!

I quickly shook my head, indicating that I should not be crazy, such as take the express quickly go.

I am not a boy who has never seen the world, 30 as a Wolf, I still understand.

But what makes me curious is, I'm pretty plain, so why would Elvis want to see me?

Is it because I am young?

No, I shouldn't. There's a lot of young, spirited guys out there, and Elvis looks like he's gonna be lining up.

While I was waiting, suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Jack, open the door for me. I think my takeout has arrived." "Elvis shouted from the bathroom.

I hurried to open the door, and it was delivered.

But Elvis had a lot of it, like, seven or eight dishes, and, uh, a lot of hard dishes, and soups, and it was really balanced.

I took them all and put them on the dining room table.

A moment later Elvis came out.

She had changed into a bright red silk nightdress and tied her hair into a mushroom head, very matronly.

"Look at what? Please sit down and eat together. I ordered a lot anyway. It would be a waste if I couldn't finish it." "Elvis said.

The cutlery was all set, and it had been a long time since I'd had a meal like this, so I was tempted to say no, but my stomach growled.

"Well, just a meal, I will take something to you after eating, just accompany sister to eat a meal, you are afraid of what?" Elvis smiled.

I asked politely and then sat down.

Too sweet, I finished a bowl of rice three or two bites, food is not to eat much, and I only clip in front of their own.

It's a rule I grew up with.

"Why don't you order more? Is it not to your taste?" Elvis asked, staring at me.

"No, it's delicious."

I smiled awkwardly and devoured.

After two steamed buns and two bowls of rice, I was very full and was about to put down my chopsticks when Elvis brought me a bowl of pigeon soup.

Honestly, it was the most delicious, best meal I've ever had in New York.

I felt a little closer to Elvis.

She probably saw that I was struggling financially and wanted to help me out, so she kept inviting me for late night snacks. I used to be so nervous.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly. With Elvis's looks and wealth, how could he possibly see a poor boy like me coming out of the gutter?

I don't know how much Elvis has, but I've heard vaguely that her husband went abroad early in his life and left her a large estate and a dozen buildings.

With that, she'll have plenty to eat and drink for the rest of her life.

Sure enough, after the meal, Elvis pulled the package out of his locker.

I was going to take some out for her, but I was afraid she'd hate the rustic stuff.

As I was getting ready to go out, I thought I'd take out the trash, too, after a nice dinner.

I was carrying the garbage bag, and suddenly Elvis, who knows what, came up behind me, and as I got up, I saw this white face, and I almost screamed.

Next thing I know, it's Elvis wearing a white face mask.

Elvis apologized, "I'm sorry I scared you, but I just wanted to tell you that it's raining outside and I don't think you're going home tonight. Why don't you spend the night with me?"

A rainstorm?

How is that possible?

The weather was fine when I got here.

I shook my head and refused: "It's OK, it's not far away anyway. I'll rush back and take a shower."

"No, it's dangerous. It's thundering outside. Don't worry, you're not Elvis. You're not going to eat you. Come back in the morning." Sister Elvis chuckled.

I smiled too and said, "Sister Elvis is too pretty for me. I'd better go back. It's okay."

"Oh, all right. I'll give you that umbrella. Be careful yourself. Give me a message when you get home!"

"Elvis asked.

I waved back and stepped into the elevator.

This meal today, talking to Elvis, has really helped me relax a lot.

I guess I'm overthinking it. Elvis is just a good-hearted guy.

To tell you the truth, I am grateful to her.

Down the stairs, as expected, it rained heavily, the sky was dark, the rain poured, and there was no pedestrian on the road.

I opened the umbrella, ready to run back to the rental room, but did not expect, just opened the umbrella, was a gust of wind blown over, and then out of hand.

It almost threw me off my feet.

Good guy, I heard that New York because of the sea, often have typhoons, but did not expect, the typhoon rainstorm so terrible.

This is going to be awkward.

I mean, with the rain, it's a little dangerous for me to even try to get back in now, but I should have listened to Elvis and spent the night at her place.

I'm a man, she's a woman. What am I afraid of?

And it doesn't hurt that Elvis is so pretty.

Shaking my head, I could not help feeling regret.

I stood for more than ten minutes, and the rain did not weaken at all.

"Come back with me. Are you going to stand here all night in this rain? What a fool!"

As I was struggling, Elvis's voice came from behind me.

I can't believe she came down here.

Now, it's a little hard to say no.