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Looking in the rearview mirror, seeing that his hair was in a mess, Zihan regretted that he didn't even have an ordinary makeup bag.

Carefully opened the makeup box, Zihan found that there was a small gift box next to the cosmetics, and when he opened the gift box, there was a delicate horn comb, a small round mirror, a small bottle of lotion, a box of cotton swabs, and pencils, ear pickers, nail clippers, and what it was for, and he didn't know what it was for.

Without thinking, Zihan picked up the horn comb and faced the mirror with a fierce grip on the messy hair.

Next, open the cap of the lotion, carefully pour the liquid into the cap, take a tissue, moisten it, and wipe it on your face.

Lin Yue raised her eyes at this time, and in the rearview mirror, the girl was hurriedly smearing her face, and she couldn't help but be happy.

The wet wipes at hand were still there, and I touched a pack and threw it away.

Zihan glared at him fiercely.

Perhaps, what did she think of wet wipes? Shouldn't it be that, that......

Lin Yue gently pulled the hair on his forehead and sighed softly.

Honestly, where is this girl!

"Well, I told you, call me at my door. Now, you say...... Well, do sunglasses have them? Lend me a use. Zihan's tone softened slightly.

After all, my own feeling is still not bad, much better than someone!

No, that person's eyes are clearly a little dark!

Looking out the window, Zihan quickly removed the rubber band on his wrist and tied his hair back haphazardly.

Lin Yue looked at this messy guy playfully, and felt as if he had done something wrong.

"Lin Yue, you wait for ......" Zihan gritted his teeth.

In such a scene, if it is an aunt who encounters good things, Zihan understands what the consequences are?

"Remember, don't forget to clean up my house!" After a long time, Lin Yue popped out a few words from his throat.

Putting on the oil-stained casual shoes, Zihan stepped on the high-end carpet under his feet.

His eyes glared at the man in front of him.

The car door finally opened, and Zihan finally touched a big mask in winter and covered his face tightly. Bring your lucky gift box, and don't forget to step on the carpet a few times.

The cotton wool mask covered most of the face, and it was really stuffy.

The cat bent on his waist, and Zihan ran in the direction of home with a smoke.

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the scenery outside the car, Lin Yue breathed a long sigh of relief.

At this time, I felt back pain.

I have to take a good bath and sleep well when I go back.

"Son, where are you?" On the phone, it was the mother's voice.

"Mom, it's so early, can you let me rest for a while?" Facing the microphone with a cold face, Lin Yue looked displeased.

"Smack!" The phone hangs up.

Putting down the mobile phone, Lin Yue turned the car around, looked back, and landed on the back of the handbag on the seat, where a cute teddy bear was smiling stupidly at it!

Holding his head with both hands, Lin Yue felt that his head was very heavy.

I wanted to go back to my villa directly, but now, I couldn't help but move in the direction where the girl had gone.

In the distance, I saw a lot of people in front of a cake house, and the dazzling big masks were shining in the early morning light.

The store is not big, and a few bronzing characters are very eye-catching: "Wu Da Niang Cake House." ”

Known as the eldest mother, such as: Wu Auntie's dumplings, Tao Auntie's old godmother, are all familiar, cheap and good brands.

"Da Lang, give that master two cooking cakes!" It was a ruddy-faced, kind-eyed old lady who spoke.

"Wait, Dalang, change that word for grandma." Looking at the gilded characters, the old lady was thoughtful.

"These eighty percent are loyal fans of Water Margin." In the crowd, someone whispered.

"No, they are the Nth generation disciples of Wu Dalang......" someone whispered.

In any case, there are not many cookcakes sold on this street.

The one named Wu Dalang is twenty-five or six years old, about one meter seven or eight tall, and he is round and sturdy. Sweat it out in front of the tiled stove.

To be honest, this completely subverted Wu Dalang's glorious image.

Lin Yue looked at this gluttonous girl not far away, and really admired her throwing herself to the ground.

"Hey, Yinlian, you see that the child is not in good health, so keep it for her first, everyone, okay?" The old lady pulled the young woman who walked in from the outside, and swept past everyone to look at Zihan.

Sweat sticks to his forehead, and his whole face is only a pair of eyebrows and two eyes.

Zihan understands that people are looking at her, the thirty-one degrees of heat in the morning, and she must have a bad cold while covering a big mask!

It's just that such a patient with a severe cold stood quite patiently behind the crowd and was not in a hurry at all.

"Son, then, a total of ten dollars." The old lady took ten pieces of bread from Da Lang's hand and carefully wrapped them in wrapping paper.

Lin Yue's eyes widened, he believed that this girl must run back.

No, Zihan slowly and leisurely took out an oily ten yuan from his coat pocket.

Lin Yue then remembered that the ten yuan posted on the ground was gone.

Carrying the fragrant stove cake, Zihan hummed a song all the way and strode forward.

No, just after taking a few steps, Zihan finally stopped again.

In front of you is the sports lottery betting shop.

Zihan looked at it and gestured, and there were words in his mouth.

It's just that the small façade is closed.

Lin Yue couldn't help but secretly enjoy it, all the slanders against this person had long been forgotten.

Looking back, there was clearly a roll of gross tickets on the long seat.

"This girl, she really has to work hard to make money and pay me back!"

Zihan walked a long distance idly, and finally threw away the big mask that made himself a patient.

Someone followed, seemingly unaware of it.

In the blue sky, the white clouds are floating, and below the white clouds are tall buildings.

Speaking of high-rise buildings, they don't seem to be too high, and they are hidden in the greenery, which has its own charm.

Zihan thought about where he could make money.

To be honest, Zihan rarely patronizes the wine bar, after all, he doesn't spend much time at home, and of course he hasn't studied it deeply.

The main thing is that I can't stand the strong smell of perfume in the air. However, if you can really make money, why refuse?

The wine bar in S City, in addition to petty bourgeoisie, is romantic.

There is nothing to say about being a female security guard. However, it is not impossible to sit in front of the piano and play the song "Liang Zhu" with a guitar, erhu, or erhu.

So, Zihan can't understand why Gao Li is so pessimistic? Perhaps, he has long been accustomed to being forgotten.

The stove cake in his hand was golden and golden, like a gold coin that had only been magnified N times, and Zihan swallowed his saliva gently.

At the very least, the future dental doctor will not forget that he brushed his teeth twice.

Facing the broad road he conceived, thinking about the rich life that Zhou Ming's mother said, Zihan hummed a song all the way and walked home happily.