Early in the morning, when Xia Lan was still brushing her teeth, the spicy text message arrived:

New World is on sale, the sandals of one thousand and five are less than five hundred yuan off, and there are beautiful skirts, hurry up, if you don't come, you will be robbed.

Two hours later, she was already at the Canvas West Cafe near New World.

"It's coming, it's coming—"

Malatang was holding a mobile phone in his hand to talk to Xia Lan on the phone, but the person had already walked into the door of the café.

A two-piece camisole, denim hot pants, breathable sports sandals, short Sassoon hair, a fresh and pretty appearance, but when I ran to her side, there was a gust of hot air.

"Her mother's, just saw a pair of beautiful Roman shoes, tried them on for a long time but didn't fit, and died of anger," Malatang sat down and nagged: "It's useless if the good-looking ones don't fit, you don't know if the shoes are suitable to wear." ”

Xia Lan smiled, "The returnees who went on a blind date last night are the same as today's Roman shoes?" Doesn't fit? ”

Malatang glared at her and laughed dryly: "Did you help me photograph Lin Sisi last night?" ”

"No," Xia Lan replied lightly.

"So—why did your phone turn off last night? Did you quarrel with Qiao Zimo again? ”

Malatang slapped on the dining table: "Qiao Zimo, that bastard, old mother, I will definitely make a scandal for him one day to clean him up." ”

Malatang's real name is Chen Xiaohan, a very elegant name, but people are not elegant at all, perhaps because of being a paparazzi, the rivers and lakes are very heavy, usually love to say foul language, open and close the mouth is '******' or 'old lady me' and the like.

Xia Lan tactfully raised her opinions to Malatang a few times because of this matter, saying that you are also a literary and artistic youth, and your name is so elegant, and you can use elegant written language as much as possible when speaking.

So Malatang nodded after tilting his head and thinking for a long time, and shook her very literally: "You and her mother's literary youth, old mother, I am pseudo-literary and artistic, okay?" ”

Xia Lan replied to her in a very starry tone after being completely speechless: "It's really written." ”

"Hey, what's wrong with your wrist" Malatang stared at Xia Lan's wrist and opened his eyes wide: "Domestic violence last night?" Is he really up to it? ”

Xia Lan's fingers stroked her somewhat bruised wrist, and said with a wry smile: "It's okay, don't I live well?" ”

"You," Malatang poked Xia Lan's forehead with his hand, looking like he hated iron but not steel: "Say, if you want me to help, I can't do anything else, old mother, it's definitely okay to follow and take pictures." ”

"No, I'm not interested in knowing about his mess outside," Xia Lan stirred the coffee in her cup.

"And how long are you going to stay up?" Malatang glared at her: "Could it be true that you really plan to follow the marriage contract and marry him?" ”

Xia Lan looked out the window at the kapok tree that had grown into green leaves, married? Is she with Qiao Zimo?

But what if you don't get married, you can't keep going like this, right? Both parents are urging it.

The paparazzi who was shouting to go shopping received a new task without eating lunch, as if a certain star was coming to Bincheng again, so she hurried to squat.

When the spicy hot left, he scolded and scolded: "Ya, this is my life, for the entertainment of the people of the whole country, I eat worse than pigs, work more tired than donkeys, sleep later than Miss, get up earlier than Zhou Papi, my eyes are blacker than pandas, my hair is messier than chicken nests, my attitude is better than my grandson, and I earn less than migrant workers." ”

Looking at Malatang, who ran faster than Liu Xiang, Xia Lan almost laughed, and her originally depressed mood was much better because of this smile.

Mala is gone, she is boring to go shopping alone, so she naturally went to the parking lot downstairs of the building to pick up the car and prepare to go home, and she has to go to work tomorrow.

She remembers that her car was parked in the middle of a Chery QQ and a Jetta, because both cars were smaller, so her car was parked in the middle and appeared to be very loose, and the side in and out.

But when she arrived at the parking lot, she was surprised to find that there were different cars on both sides of her car, an Audi Q7 on one side and a Lamborghini on the other.

Both cars were massive, like two behemoths, making her little Beetle crawl there like a little turtle.

And more importantly, her driving skills are not very good, in fact, she only learned to drive when she went to work three years ago, and after learning it, Qiao Zimo bought this Beetle and gave it to her to travel.

In addition to commuting to work, she rarely drives on weekdays, and in a situation like this, the cars on both sides are too close to her car, and she is a little panicked.

The car was so close that she couldn't open the door fully and could only open it ajar, so she got into the car cautiously, for fear of scratching the Lamborghini next to her.

Just kidding, so how much does it cost to scrape off a piece of paint for a car coaxed by a cow, although her parents are rich, why is she embarrassed to reach out to her parents to ask for it?

I barely climbed into the car and looked to the right again, oh, buy high, the Audi Q7 over there was closer to her car, and the ears of the Audi Q7 were just above the ears of her car.

She started the car carefully, and she didn't know if it was because of panic, she stepped on the accelerator twice in a row and didn't start the car, but she sweated herself.

"Calm, calm," she puffed herself up, wiped her hands with a tissue, and then grabbed the steering wheel again, carefully starting the car and slowly driving out.

But if you want to drive to the exit, you have to hit the right-hand side, but the opposite car is not so far behind, and the front of the car is stretched out to the aisle, so she doesn't touch the front of the opposite car, so the steering wheel is a little dead.

As a result, the back of her car and the front of the Audi Q7 inevitably rubbed against each other, and she was immediately speechless and sat in her position for a few seconds to get out of the car.

The front side of the Audi Q7 and the side of the rear of her car are scraped off the paint, she is an honest person, and she did not dare to force the car away, of course, her car skills, at this time really can't drive away.

So I instinctively walked to the side of the Audi Q7 car, wanting to see if the owner had left a number in the car, and at this time, the sound of tuk tuk tuk heels came from behind him.

"Ah, who hit my car?" As the slightly familiar woman's voice sounded, Xia Lan turned around, and sure enough, it was Qiao Zimo's secretary Ruan Tingting.

Ruan Tingting was also startled when she saw Xia Lan, and then looked at Xia Lan's Beetle, and then asked cautiously: "Sister Xia, did you just hit my car?" ”

"Your car?" Xia Lan was instinctively shocked, staring at the Audi Q7 and asked suspiciously: "This is Miss Ruan's car?" ”

"Yes," Ruan Tingting said with an unconcealed smile on her face: "I'm pregnant, Zimo sent this car to me." ”