Cool Girl and Overbearing CEO/C9 The exaggerated toilet cart
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C9 The exaggerated toilet cart

"Envy?" Go and hug Director Yin's thighs, maybe I can give you a little 4 for a living, it's not bad too. "

"That's true, without a BMW, POLO would be fine too. Always a car. "

Then there was laughter, footsteps, and a lot of people standing closer to me, waiting to see what was going on.

Yin Yijie, you're amazing!

Hurry up and take your schoolbag downstairs. If you can't afford to offend me, you can just go back. No matter what, it's still my temporary home.

"Zhuang Keren!" Liao Liang was already blocking the stairs.

"Zhuang Keren!" Miao Miao was dressed in a pink outfit that was even more beautiful than peas.

"Miss Zhuang." Comfortable standing not far from me, lightly called out, quietly looking at me.

There's a blockade in front and pursuers in the rear, do the heavens want me dead?

Comfortable and quiet eyes, let my nerves slightly relax, this moment, became my best comfort.

Lowering my head, moving my feet, I brushed past Liao Liang and Miao Miao and got close to them comfortably.

"Miss Zhuang, the food has been served. Hurry and get on the carriage." Comfortable attitude, calm tone. Although there was no obvious smile on his face, he still felt a sense of familiarity and comfort. Take my schoolbag and lead the way.

Makeup car, my heart is scared, that long-range control guy, what more are you trying to do?

These few days, I have always suspected that the Lord likes to be superficial. As Yin Yijie's small burden, does this count as one of his "sides"? Then naturally, his words would fall onto my head. Fortunately, this fellow wasn't too annoying.

In today's Freshmen Alliance, there will be many parents. The school didn't specifically ask for it, but it had become a tradition. There's going to be a parents' meeting soon after the social meetup. I think only Yin Yijie came to see me.

Should I be happy to be able to come? Maybe I should be happy. In the past, my grandmother rarely gave me a family meeting, but my parents never did. At that time, looking at other people's parents, I began to practice ignoring them.

"I have some matters to attend to today, so I can't come over to see you?"

I shook my head, pressed my lips together, opened my eyes, and looked out the window.

Outside the window, students came and went, moving tables and chairs and arranging the venue. There were also quite a few people gathered around our car, pointing and pointing, the fire in their eyes burning hot.

"I'll definitely be there for the next family meeting, huh?" I didn't react for a long time, my eyes were slightly wet, and Yin Yijie's tone was low as well. I felt guilty and concerned, as though I could feel, as I reached out her hand.

"Right." I nodded.

Although I don't know why the heavens suddenly treat me so well and make a man love me like a wet nurse, but his love is so close that I can't completely ignore it.

Seemingly someone had opened the door, Yin Yijie said: "88."

I nod, hang up, hand myself over to the makeup artist, and let myself be butchered.

Every girl had a dream of becoming a princess, but the process of metamorphosis wasn't an easy one.

After an hour of torture and changing into three different sets of clothes, I am finally free!

"Hmm, Miss Zhuang still has potential! If we are well-prepared and have the qualifications, we will definitely be able to create a famous star! " The makeup woman was fiddling with the back of my hair, looking left and right, but she was still not satisfied.

"My dear princess, can you give me your hand, kiss it, and remember my humble name?" A certain makeup artist must have graduated from the School of Opera. This line of words and the actions of a gentleman were very appropriate. It had quite the feel of Tangshan.

"Miss Zhuang, when will the social meetup end?" Comfortable handed me a handbag containing my cell phone and sundries. She also gave me a bottle of fruit juice, which seemed to be freshly squeezed, mango juice.

I shook my head.

"When it's almost over, call me or the driver Xiao Song." Just look at me comfortably.

I nodded and got out of the car.

Shouts, shouts, whistles, jeers, claps, applause, and the sound of people running and jumping.

The entire field was in an uproar.

It had to be said, Yin Yijie had succeeded! I, more than Britney, caused a sensation.

Early development of a well-proportioned, slightly plump body, a delicate face like my mother's, a noble and elegant court dress...

Stepping in the sunlight, he held onto the long skirt with both hands, with the handbag on his wrist and the shawl over his shoulders. He stood up straight, as if there was no one around him.

I have unwittingly interpreted the full meaning of a British princess.

"Zhuang Keren, come, sit over here." The homeroom teacher, Zhou Qingyun, stood up in time and hid me in the middle of our class' territory.

I am very grateful, because I have heard so much talk, and it makes me feel very uncomfortable. Looking at the teacher, I said gratefully, "Thank you."

"Why did you just arrive? You're dressed so beautifully, are you preparing to act out a show? " Zhou Qingyun lightly patted my shoulder, and asked like an old lady.

I shook my head. It's not too late. As for the program, no one said they were going to put on makeup to put on a show. Otherwise, wouldn't Yin Yijie be acting every day? Or was he acting right now? Although he wasn't there, he controlled it remotely.

I shake my head, close my eyes and smile helplessly. Why, no matter what, did she always think of him?

"Then sit here, and don't go anywhere." Without saying a word, Zhou Qingyun indulged me.

"Thank you, teacher." I was relieved, and though I was in the crowd, I could be quiet for a moment. I have the ability to block out all sound, as if I'm in a place devoid of people. But today, things seemed to be a bit difficult. Flies always hooted in my ears.

"Is that the Zhuang Keren you spoke of? "With Yin Yijie?" A certain mother asked her daughter in a low voice, looking at me unconsciously.

In the Freshmen Alliance, the performers were all freshmen. There were a few excellent programs among the seniors that were similar to those used by the guests.

I sat down, unable to understand, their enthusiasm and excitement.

Singing or dancing. Singing couldn't compare to those famous celebrities on TV. Of course, the fun part of acting was participation and interaction. In the public duckweed and the group of demons dance, fully express oneself, express oneself, show oneself.

Once in a while, a couple of amateur students would sing a song while holding their guitars and playing the electronic zither. The scene immediately became lively.

Miao Miao went up on stage. Her petite body and sweet smile became the focus of attention very quickly. With a red face, she smiled and said, "Now, I'm going to give everyone a song called 'Honey'. I'm not singing well, so please forgive me."

"Honey, you smile like a sweet honey, like a flower blooming in the spring wind, blooming in the spring wind ?"

A sweet voice floated out of his mouth, and all the whispers stopped. Everyone pricked up their ears and played along with the music. Many of the parents and teachers were also very familiar with each other. They softly sang along with sweet smiles on their faces.

Miao Miao's drumming up today, his singing became even more crafty. Looking at the restlessness of the aunties and boys, I suddenly felt that Old Song was still full of energy. The gentle and sweet little beauty, everyone liked her.

As the music slowly fell, Miao Miao smiled charmingly, "This song, I especially gave it to my old classmate, Zhuang Keren, as a gift. I hope that you can continue to bring us familiar smiles. Your smile is sweeter than a flower in the spring breeze. I don't think anyone who has seen it will forget it. Everyone says, do you want her to come up and laugh for everyone? "

Uh, let me laugh? To think that she could think of such a thing!

My head was filled with black lines. This bastard, why is he deliberately making life difficult for me?

Could it be that she is Yin Yijie's caretaker, trying to think of a way to push me out? Did she make a profit?

Everyone's gazes had already shot towards me. The crowd was silent, curiously anticipating the show. There were all sorts of things. Suddenly, he heard someone discussing, "She looks quite familiar."

"That's right. Everyone has seen Director Yin personally sending her to school. Every day, the BMW took me to the restaurant for lunch. "A certain daughter's saliva flew everywhere as she counted the items on her body. There were even my clothes. Typically, they were sour grapes.

"Hey, have you heard? Yin Yijie will help her ? "Another mother spoke in a low voice as she whispered to her parents that she knew.

"Don't interact with her too much in the future, otherwise your reputation will go down the drain." My father was not like that, he immediately issued a ban.

"That's right, you listen too. You can't learn to be bad with her, or else I'll break your legs." A certain mother quickly agreed, as if she had found a suspected SARS case and was prepared to immediately isolate her children.

"Oh!" Someone suddenly realized what was going on. He held his forehead and remembered, "Isn't this her daughter?" Looks pretty much alike. No wonder Yin Yijie had set his eyes on you. "

I lowered my head, feeling for the first time that the words of these people were like knives in my numb body.

I thought that I had trained to my home and was calm enough and patient enough, but being insulted like this again and again, I ?

It was getting dark, the clouds were falling lower and lower, and the hot air was suffocating me. Maybe it was going to rain again. However, I wonder, will this rain be able to wash away my fatigue?

"Zhuang Keren, come up!" Miao Miao waited for a while, and seeing that everyone was looking at me, but not seeing my response, he passionately shouted, "Everyone, everyone tell me, do you want Zhuang Keren to come up and talk to everyone about Say-Hello? Did anyone want to know her? If you want, then show us your sincerity! "

Under the instigation of a premeditated organization, whistles and screams blotted out the sky as they assaulted me!

"Zhuang Keren, go up and say a few words. Zhou Qingyun frowned and whispered to me.

I suddenly felt like going home. It was very quiet there. Comfortable footsteps are always quiet and never disturb me. I knew that although I could block out all the noise, I still yearned for a pure world.

En, go. Those that come will not be able to hide. I walked slowly toward the stage, just as I had come, carrying my handbag and holding my skirt, moving away from the crowd. Since he wanted to see, he had to pose himself.

I lifted my head, stretched my neck, and straightened my back.

The field of thousands of people immediately quietened down. Over ten thousand pairs of eyes followed my footsteps ?

"Wow!" Miao Miao rubbed his eyes, came forward and pulled me, and laughed complacently: "Zhuang Keren."

"Gudong."

He was so happy and sad that he had heard about it many times.

Miao Miao ran over and stepped on my skirt ?

Then, sliding away from me in a very strange way, I leaned over and fell into the arms of the male host.

The entire process only took a mere two seconds, and he was dumbfounded ?

The crowd went silent, suddenly becoming more and more restless.

Miao Miao looked at me with resentment and held my hand as he stood up.

"Next, can Zhuang Keren please perform a show for us?" The male host said.

Suddenly, a boy jumped out. The man from our class consciously rushed up to the stage, snatched the microphone from the male host's hands, and said while gasping for breath, "I want to invite Zhuang Keren to a dance. I don't know if I have the honor?"

"I hear you used to be a dancer, didn't you? What dance have you prepared for us today? We are all looking forward to inviting Zhuang Keren as your partner. " The male host's eyes were burning as he looked at me. His tone of voice retained the professional temperament of a abbot. The boy came up to me and held out his hand. He made a standard gesture of invitation to me, looking forward to my response.

"I'm sorry, I won't." I flatly refused.

"Why don't you do a Spanish bullfight and just hold your skirt and relax and let me carry it?" The patience of a male student is really great. I really don't know why he works so hard. Could it be that there's a prize for his patience today?

Suddenly, before I was ready to worry about face, I heard the warm Spanish dance music.

The dancers took off their coats, pulled out a hat, and put it on their heads. A standard Tangshan matador appeared.

He danced around me once, holding me in his arms and spinning 360 degrees, the princess waving her long skirt, and this was the moment she began to dance!

"Hua, wow ?"

Countless people stood up, and as the dance music shook, another climax of the fraternity, unprepared for it, arrived!

Excited, the boy was even more excited, while taking me to dance, at the same time he was constantly performing, constantly showing off the dancers' unique skills. He was going crazy after a while.

One had to say, his dancing was really good.

I was at his mercy, and I could dance as if I were a god.

Although he did not know what the bullfight looked like, it was still beautiful, full of enthusiasm and unstoppable charm!

I can dance too, I secretly learned it from my mother when I was young, my talent is very good.

But today, I just didn't want to move. I relaxed and let him carry me around. Suddenly, I felt a sense of relaxation and release.

His feet gradually caught up, spinning, spinning, jumping ?

As each wave was stronger than the last, he would become more proficient at it. Pleasure ? Gradually all over my body, making me feel as if I was dancing in heaven!

After repeating it twice, the music stopped abruptly. I stood there panting, my face rosy and beautiful, the corners of my lips slightly raised, the excitement still lingering in my mind.

"Good jump!" Miao Miao looked at us and praised sincerely.

The applause from the audience lasted for a long time.

"Zhuang Keren, good job!" The boy carefully helped me down and whispered in my ear.

"Zhuang Keren!"

Liao Liang shouted loudly. He jumped out of a corner and surprised me.

"Awesome!" Liao Liang held my hand.

I struggled a little, but I didn't dare let her hold on. I didn't know who would fall next.

"Come, let's go eat something together, I'll treat you!" The boy seemed to have found a shield.

"You can go now." I started to walk towards our class, ready to hide and avoid trouble.

"Alright then. We still have some activities tonight after the social meetup." Liao Liang was especially happy, she stuck to me and pulled on my arm without any expression, then we sat together in our class to watch the show.

As I stepped down, no one paid much attention to the performance on the stage anymore. His gaze would occasionally glance at me, the contents of his gaze bizarre.

It was getting darker and darker, and a storm was coming, because it might rain, and the fraternity was ending early.

"Zhuang Keren, change your clothes and go eat..." Liao Liang pulled me.

"Let's go and play with our classmates." Teacher Zhou also pushed him. She's always been nice to me, and I know she wants me to be cheerful. I couldn't refuse her.

I held on to my skirt and lazily followed Miao Miao. The three of them first went to the school's changing room to change into one of my clothes. Old school uniform. There was a hard object in the pocket of my school uniform. It was cold and I held it in my hand.

In the past, I was used to having a knife in my hand at any time. Although it might not be of any use, holding it in my hand when I was in danger gave me a strange sense of security.

"Zhuang Keren, what do you like to eat?" Liao Liang's eyes lit up, with one glance, it was obvious that he still wanted me to treat him to food.

"I remember there was a new Korean restaurant that was pretty good. It was on the way here, a little off, but there were quite a few people and it tasted good. "Pickled rice with seaweed, it's very fragrant!"

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