C412 Manicure

From here to where Chi Shaojun said, the meter would definitely pop up with three digits. Ann Qianxi looked at the several copies of Grandpa Mao in her wallet, plus last month's salary, WeChat Alipay and money, she finally felt relieved.

The taxi drove directly from the barber shop to the second ring and stopped in front of the entrance to a high-class apartment building. Ann Qianxi opened her wallet and handed a handful of red tickets to the driver.

That's right, if they met a customer like Ann Qianxi every day, the taxi driver wouldn't have to wander around until 10 pm to get off work. He would directly turn his car around and go to the market in his own neighborhood to buy groceries.

Standing in front of the high-end apartment, Ann Qianxi didn't get blocked in front of the doorman like Ye Yuni did last time. Chi Shaojun gave her the authorization password, so when she pressed it, the doorman opened the door without a word.

Men like Ou Ney and Chi Shaojun were in several of the most prosperous places in the city. Even the ghosts could not calculate how many properties they had and how much money they had under their names.

Ann Qianxi was like a ghost, ignorant of Chi Shaojun's background. She watched the news the other day and heard that there was a traffic accident. The owner of the car killed an old man and lost 70 thousand yuan.

Ann Qianxi saw that this piece of news was a high point in terms of morality. She pointed to her phone and said, "This person is too worthless. How can a single human life be wasted so easily?"

"It's not that life is worthless, but that person is worthless. How much he will lose after his death depends on how much that person is worth when he is alive." When Ye Yuni had said this, she had put on her mask, but she didn't dare to open her mouth. It sounded weird.

Thinking of this, Ann Qianxi immediately understood. It was no wonder that people like Chi Shaojun and Ou Ney needed to hire so many bodyguards.

Pah pah pah, why did I think of saying that Chi Shaojun is dead? We're chasing him to get sick right now, how unlucky would that be?

When they arrived at the door, it was unlocked. It was easily opened with a light push. Before that, Ann Qianxi had imagined her girlfriend taking care of her boyfriend's illness.

What boy has a high fever, she ran to the bathroom to wet the towel and spread it on his forehead, the boy's face was pale, lying there, drowsy suddenly grabbed her hand, affectionate confession, suddenly hugged her.

After that, Ann Qianxi shyly hid in the arms of the boy. That movie and TV series were all done that way.

Or like in some ineffable mosaic movie, wearing a nurse's uniform and sitting on the thigh of the man you like, whether he's sick or not, just seeing Ann Qianxi in her clothes, reaching out and touching the dark night, and then the two of them boiling together, warming up, completing the mosaic.

Just thinking about it was vulgar and exciting.

But when he opened Chi Shaojun's door, he saw him sitting on the sofa with the remote control in his hand, constantly changing channels. There were all kinds of fruits on the tea table, and there was also a chocolate box.

The way Chi Shaojun acted made Ann Qianxi doubt herself. Ann Qianxi changed her shoes and walked in.

"You're here!" Chi Shaojun let go of the remote control in his hand and raised his head at the same time to meet Ann Qianxi's gaze. "How are you?"

"Not bad." The excitement in Chi Shaojun's eyes was obviously gone. Ann Qianxi felt that Chi Shaojun was pretending to be sick to lie to her, so she sat down on the sofa and touched Chi Shaojun's forehead. "You're not sick?"

Chi Shaojun shrugged. His eyes were like enchanting clouds.

"When did you become so naughty?"

"I'm not acting coquettishly with you, I have something to talk to you about." Chi Shaojun poured a cup of coffee for Ann Qianxi.

"What is it?"

"You let me go last time," Chi Shaojun came over, his pretty face was right in front of her, "Have you forgotten about the pigeon?"

Thinking of this, Ann Qianxi felt a little ashamed. She raised her hands up high, forgetting that her posture was like that of a duck. "I was wrong."

"So it's fine as long as you admit your wrongs?" Chi Shaojun's eyes were filled with a dangerous yet evil beauty. Before Ann Qianxi could react, Chi Shaojun had already taken off his shirt in front of Ann Qianxi. Ann Qianxi's face quickly turned red, "No way …" You don't want me to devote my life to you, do you? "

"You wish," Chi Shaojun lightly tapped on her nose, "I don't want to make it so easy for you."

Chi Shaojun's electric eyes, in addition to his fair skin, felt like Edward in "Twilight", full of gloomy yet not decadent beauty. Ann Qianxi's eyes were staring straight ahead.

"Ann Qianxi," Chi Shaojun lightly patted her head and put on a new set of clothes. "Let's go. If you really want to compensate me, then come and eat with me."

Ann Qianxi looked at her wallet. "I'm a little …" "The cyst is bashful..."

"Don't worry, come to dinner with me. You don't need to pay." Chi Shaojun held Ann Qianxi's hand and walked out the door.

Ye Jingrui stood under the beautiful tree and called Ye Yuni. "Hello, where's the next one?"

"I'm at the barbershop." Ye Yuni gave him an address, and Zhu Zhu's hair had already been cut. "Sure, I'll be there right away. What are you looking for me for?"

"Eat your food." Ye Jingrui scratched his head, "I have something to talk to you about."

"Alright, I'll see you later then." Ye Yuni hung up the phone.

Summer came in the middle of May. Summer was a good time to be in love, and Zhu Zhu's hair had been cut for almost half a month.

She now had access to high-end office buildings like Ann Qianxi, who wore a similar career suit and combed her hair. The only difference was that Ann Qianxi wore makeup while Zhu Zhuxiang — and Zhu Zhu with her plain face — was more beautiful, which was recognized by all her colleagues at work.

Zhu Zhu had been working in the design department for nearly half a year, and the happiest things and most of the things she did every day had turned into telling her colleagues about art works she loved during her high school and college years.

Sometimes, when she was in school, Zhu Zhu thought she knew a lot about art, but when compared with her colleagues, she knew what was called "ignorant and ill-informed." Thus, in her spare time, Zhu Zhu studied art in all its aspects.