In order to leave a good impression on my partner, Director Jiang helped me hire a senior stylist to help me make up and style. The stylist praised Haikou in front of Director Jiang, and promised to dress me up like a fairy, so that I could smile and be very charming. However, as soon as Director Jiang left, the stylist's face stepped down and circled around me more than a dozen times, and his eyebrows were wrinkled as if they were glued together. While wandering around, he looked at my face worriedly and said, "Why do you have such a long face, isn't this a trouble?" With such a round face, long hair is not suitable for you. Shall I cut it shorter for you? ”

I scratched my hair in the mirror, and when I went to college, I thought I wanted to say goodbye to the past, so I kept my mushroom head long, and after a few years of trimming and cutting, it had become a neat waist-length hair. I said, "Then you can cut it less, it's not easy to have such long hair." ”

The stylist took a small slap-sized watering can and sprayed it twice on my furry hair, reassuring me, "Don't worry, I've been a stylist for many years, and I know everything about what face shape and what hairstyle. ”

As she spoke, she saw her hand rise and fall.

My black hair fluttered down like a goddess scattering flowers.

I felt a little lighter on the top of my head, a breeze blowing, and a little cooler.

When I finished the broken hair in front of me, I forgot to look in the mirror. Shen groaned, "Stylist, is it really a little cut?" ”

The stylist grabbed the hair that had fallen from the ground and was longer than her entire arm, and nodded, "Well, isn't that a little bit?" ”

I looked at my shoulder-length self in the mirror and was silent for a few seconds.

"Stylist, do you know, you can live safely until now really makes me feel a sentence."

The stylist cut me another bang that was shorter than my eyebrows, "What's that?" ”

I tried my best to suppress the tremor in my voice, "There is true love in the world, and there is true love in others." ”

***

I think that my colleagues in the planning department must be hypocrites.

Because, when they saw me with my hair dyed red in a plastic bag and shoulder-length short hair, they gave a disobedient compliment.

"Good looking, good-looking. Our assistant looks so good. ”

"It's worthy of being a person in the general manager's office, look at it, any color of hair is so beautiful."

"It's so cute!"

What's more, he even held a DSLR camera and said to me, "It's very photogenic to clean up with the assistant, come, laugh." ”

I crooked the corners of my mouth with a bitter face, and smiled, can I promise not to cry?

I changed into a white professional dress, and the stylist gave me a red bag in my hand, which was beautiful and wanted to match my hair color.

I was even more upset.

Before getting into the car, Director Jiang and his colleagues from the planning department cheered me on and put pressure on me: Assistant Xiang, we believe that you will be able to succeed immediately and help us negotiate this cooperation!

By the way, the most poisonous woman threatened me: If you can't negotiate, you won't come back.

With heavy steps, I climbed into the nanny car that was specially assigned to me by the Planning Department.

The agreed place with Yoke was at a rather expensive western restaurant in the center of the city, which was said to cover the income of the common people for several months with a single drink. Even if I hugged the general manager's thigh, I had never been to such a luxurious place to eat Western food, so today when Director Jiang proposed to come to this restaurant at public expense, I was so happy in my heart.

After getting out of the car, I reasoned with the driver to go back to rest, and then call him to pick me up after a conversation. After the driver left, I loosened my belt in the reflective mirror outside the western restaurant, preparing to be an evil capitalist class today, and eat a hard meal to pit the company for reimbursement.

When I was about to step through the door, my phone rang and I received a message.

- Assistant Xiang, I suddenly don't want to eat Western food. Why don't we change stores?

I shook my head frantically at my phone.

No! Don't! You don't want to eat, I want to eat!! I've never tasted a thousand-dollar steak!

I thought about it and replied to Yoke: Really? Are you sure O(∩_∩)O?

I hope Yoke will understand what I mean after accepting my cuteness.

A few seconds passed.

Yoke replied: Sure.

I'm a !!!!

This grandson!!

I'm so angry that I stomp my feet! When the waiter at the western restaurant saw me through the glass door, he was so frightened that he retreated.

I took a screenshot of the message and sent it to Director Jiang, and wrote a few big words: Yoke has too many problems, can I not serve it?

A minute later, Director Jiang replied.

There was no text, just a photograph of her holding a kitchen knife sharpened on a whetstone.

I wanted to cry without tears, so I had to ask Yoke: Where do you want to eat?

Yoke replied: Seafood.

I calmed down a little, well, seafood is also available, let me check what seafood hotels nearby I usually can't afford to go to.

Me: How about going to VIP? I heard that the seafood there was all flown in from abroad.

Yoke sent another message ten seconds later, and she said: I want to eat food stalls.

Big-row-stalls.

Ahhhhh The food stall was a roadside food stall I only went to eat when I didn't have money in middle school! What's so delicious about this!!

I can't take it anymore this time.

told Director Jiang: I'm a poor female singer, and she can't eat rich things, she even said that she would go to eat food stalls, and labor and management would definitely not go if she didn't accompany her! If you cut me with a knife, I won't go!

Director Jiang's side fell silent.

After a while, I received another picture from her. A large stack of red mao grandpa was neatly stacked together, and a note was pressed on it, and the note read: Xiang Qianqian.

I was angry.

Smile. That's right, I'm a good girl who forgives others so easily.

I dialed Yoke's phone directly, and this time it was picked up faster than the last time, and there was a soft, melting-in voice, "What's wrong?" ”

No politeness, no detachment, as natural as being with a lover who has been together for many years.

My mood suddenly calmed down, and I unconsciously softened a little, "Where do you want to eat food stalls?" ”

She smiled softly, and the laughter was like flowing water, and it was gentle and melodious. "At the intersection of Hongqi Road and Satellite Street, I am waiting for you at the first food stall at this intersection."

***

I've been to this shop before.

I realized this when I saw the weird graffiti on the sign.

When I first graduated from college and moved to N City, I worked several part-time jobs every day, and after one part-time job was over at the latest, I would pass by this place, either to eat seafood noodles at this place, or to have a barbecue at the barbecue next door.

The reason why I was impressed by this place is that the owner of this shop is a menopausal uncle who has a super bad temper and loves to drink, and when he is drunk, he will quarrel with customers. I was the one who had been the one I was talking about, and then I got angry, so I brought paint in the middle of the night and drew a few pieces of poop and lively flies on the sign of his house.

But it is no coincidence that there is no book, and because of this, the TV station also came here to interview, and the shop has become a famous local food stall shop, and the business is prosperous and enduring.

Even if it is a child I once pulled, when I came to this store again, I felt a feeling of being a mother and a father in my heart.

There was still some time before the meal, and there was no one in the shop, only a small private room with heat rising from it.

That's for sure.

I put on a standard smile in the mirror and walked over with my bag in my hand. A slightly thin figure was sitting with his back to me.

When I got closer, the first thing I saw was the food on the table.

A plate of scallops, a plate of shrimp, two crabs, a plate of greens and a hand-rolled dough, and two bowls of tahini dripping with chili oil.

An inexplicable feeling rose in my heart.

Look at the man at once.

This person is wearing a white T-shirt and denim shorts, refreshing, beautiful, gentle and elegant.

"Here we are." She saw my eyes narrow, like crescent moons.

I was slightly stunned and immediately ran out.