If you have the heart to let the people who love you rest assured that you are living alone, then the first thing you have to do is to live happily and full of music rhythm with the sunshine every day. Every time she gets up in the morning, she tells herself the same. A kind of every day that follows the heart does not mean smooth, but it represents oneself.

Accustomed to the natural rules of life, in the busy city, you still need an alarm clock to remind yourself of important moments. At seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock reminds the butterfly in its physiological state to wake up, and asks her to wake up the butterfly in its psychological state. She stretched her delicate body and looked at the two picture frames on the bedside table. One is a recent photo taken by himself, and the other is a photo taken by Yoo Zhicong when he was in Siam.

"I forgot to wipe it yesterday." Muttering to himself, Butterfly took out the same cotton and linen handkerchief as yesterday from the drawer, and began to wipe the frames separately. Now she has changed a lot compared to when she graduated from college - not only mature, but also from a little fleshy to a water chestnut. The petiteness of the southern girl and the fortitude of the north are combined in a more symmetrical body, intellectual and elastic. For men, it is challenging and should not be done.

Unlike her, Liu Zhicong, who is a head and a half taller than her, highlights her fair and elegant, clear and powerful facial features, and has a typical upper-class appearance of northern men. It's not a perfect ride, but it's clean and charming.

The yearning for the opposite sex is generally the most common of two manifestations. One is to lick your lips when you see your body, and the other is to giggle at the photo. Women often have the second manifestation, which belongs to the category of encouragement from people from all walks of life. So, Huadie looked at Liu Zhicong's photo and smirked for a while. In a trance, the figure of a hot woman suddenly flashed in her mind. She couldn't help but be stunned, how could she suddenly think of Sister Manla. For some reason, time is passing secretly. After about ten minutes, she began her daily time management plan.

The design of time management is one of the things that women like to do the most, such as taking various professional qualifications, such as losing weight, such as managing boyfriends, but most of the time management is lost to time. It is common to insist on three days, and it is not many to insist on three years. Painting butterflies for three years is like a day, getting up early to look at photos and giggling, going out for a morning run, making breakfast, doing early morning meditation, doing yoga to keep in shape, and doing the last thing - after sorting out today's itinerary, it is time to start the day's work.

Huadie turned on the Bluetooth headset, found the list of symphonies that she and her boyfriend loved in the mobile phone player, and pressed the play button. After that, Butterfly walked to the table and sat down, picked up a business plan on the desk, and flipped through it for a while. He stood up again, walked to the fitting mirror, and began to adjust himself. I should feel that I will soon face my first business roadshow, so I will practice speaking in style.

"My project is to create a chain of aromatherapy studios and open a healing station for high-stress professional women in the anxious areas of every city. I plan to start in the Forbidden City and gradually spread the development through online and offline training courses......"

After tireless drills over and over again, before I knew it, it was time for lunch. After a simple one-person lunch, Butterfly simply put on light makeup, looked in the mirror in a hearty dress, and suddenly remembered the feeling of last night. She didn't want to have too much private contact with Zhang Jiufang, so she didn't want Zhang Jiufang to pick her up, so she could meet at the agreed place. took out his mobile phone and was about to send a message to Zhang Jiufang, but he had simply edited a few words, and Zhang Jiufang's message was transmitted.

"Pack up, I'll go pick you up." The sender of the message, Zhang Jiufang, had already gotten into the car and was taking care of his hair in the rearview mirror.

Hua Die replied to the information he had just edited with a few words: "You send me the location, I'll go over by myself, and we'll meet at the café." ”

"This won't work, I'll pick you up personally and escort you over." Zhang Jiufang, who was holding his mobile phone in both hands, quickly replied to the message.

"Okay, I'm almost here, you arrive, send me a message, and I'll go down." After replying to the message, Painted Butterfly sighed, sat on the sofa, and looked at Tang poems (Riffy once said to Painted Butterfly in this state: "It's pretending to be like this in front of others, and it's like this in front of yourself, it's a habit of pretending. Butterfly glanced at her, then turned another page. ), waiting for the boss to drive to pick up.

Zhang Jiufang put down his mobile phone, smelled the smell of his body, felt good about himself, and said to himself: "I'm coming!" "Drive the car and drive the road ahead.

The yellowish leaves were no match for the wind, and a few Zhang Jiufang drove over and ran over. He parked his car downstairs in Butterfly's house and sent a message to Butterfly. After receiving the message, he went downstairs and opened the rear door and sat in the back seat, and instantly a burst of aroma hit. It is estimated that he did not steal Riffy's perfume, and the painting butterfly thought to herself, but she didn't say anything.

"It's inconvenient to sit in front of you, it's so inconvenient to talk." Zhang Jiufang said with a little disappointment.

"Sitting in the back doesn't affect the conversation, are we going far away?" Painting Butterfly said indifferently.

"It's not far, about half an hour (in the Forbidden City, this kind of drive is not far.) Bar, near the studio you rented. Zhang Jiufang said diligently.

"Oh, you've thought about it, let's go to the studio together. I guess we'll talk for a long time, so your friend has plenty of time," Butterfly said as she looked through her bag to make sure she was missing items.

"All they have is time." Zhang Jiufang drove forward, seeing that the painting butterfly did not mean to talk, the two of them were silent together for a while, and Zhang Jiufang continued, "Are you really planning to resign and start a studio, isn't it hot-headed for a while?" ”

"The house is rented, and it's time to decorate and decorate, do you think I'm playing?" I checked my bag, and I didn't look up, and I said.

"Aromatherapy, isn't it a spa, and it doesn't have a good reputation." Zhang Jiufang paid attention to the road conditions while paying attention to the painted butterflies in the rearview mirror.

"If you don't know about this field, don't talk nonsense." Hua Die looked at Zhang Jiufang and said solemnly.

"Why don't I understand, isn't it just wearing revealing clothes to give people a massage, you don't ...... me to me" Zhang Jiufang just wanted to go down, and suddenly felt bad, so he stopped in time.

"What pickled places do you usually go, clean your head with some messy things, be careful I tell Riffie to beat you." Hua Die turned his hand into a fist and gestured twice towards Zhang Jiufang's back.

"Don't think about it, I'm just hearsay, I don't understand what it is, in short, others say that it's not very suitable for a pure little girl like you to set foot in this field. This is my advice, pure as a lamb, and though it is against the ear, you must hear it. Zhang Jiufang said slyly.

"Then what are you doing for me when you are so enthusiastic?" Butterfly smiled.

"I, I'm keeping an eye on you, lest you be deceived, lest you fall deeper and deeper, lest you go down the wrong path." Zhang Jiufang turned his head, looked at the painting butterfly and said.

"Keep an eye on yourself, I think you're gone crooked. Look at the road......" said the butterfly a little nervously.

"What else do you see, when we arrive, don't we know the road to our studio?" Zhang Jiufang looked at the surrounding parking spaces that were already full of vehicles, so he had to park his car in the middle of some vehicles on the side of the road that were also parking without cars, and then muttered, "I have to be labeled again." ”

After parking the car, Zhang Jiufang, who glanced at his mobile phone, sighed in surprise: "Lao Mo has arrived?!" The artist is so punctual this time! ”。

"The painters have arrived, so let's hurry." Butterfly urged.