"What are you looking for, President Chen talks in his sleep at night and calls your name. Other people's girlfriends are not allowed to ask you, why? Riffey gloated, "The company has blown up, if you bring back your work phone, look at the boiling in the group." If I hadn't been idle and watched the private group of employees, I guess I wouldn't know about it until tomorrow. ”

"You can gloat, I have nothing to do with Mr. Chen except for work, and this matter has nothing to do with me." Painted butterfly said helplessly.

"My best friend is fascinated, I'm proud, I'm proud, but to get back to the point, who do you guess Manla bought Boss Qiu's shares to?" Riffey sold Guanzi again.

"You sell it to me again, just say it. You know I'm busy with my own studio right now and don't really care about those things. That being said, the painting butterfly is also curious, after all, it is related to Sister Manla.

"It was given to Zhang Xingchen, and now President Chen has 15 percent of the shares in his hands." Riffey broke the news.

"Oh, then Mr. Qiu's shares are sold out, and he will start a company by himself, is he really going to pull you in?" Butterfly said.

"Don't underestimate the ability of this concubine, in the past few years, you and Guiyan have been too good to show me. Wait for Boss Qiu and I to make our business bigger, build up the brand, and buy your city Peach Blossom Spring, baby. Riffey showed off.

"Okay, then I'll get it and try to sell it for a good price." Butterfly smiled.

"By the way, there's another thing I forgot to mention before." Riffy suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said.

"What's the matter?" Butterfly asked.

"About Mo Sandu." Riffey said in a strange tone.

"His business?" Butterfly asked, thinking, what does his matter have to do with herself?

"Boss Zhang is going to take a bath now, I'll tell you secretly." Riffey said mysteriously.

"What's the matter? If you want to say it, say it quickly. Butterfly urged.

"Huh? Beginning to care about great painters? Riffey said funny.

"Do you care about you big-headed ghost, don't you say I'll hang up the phone?" Butterfly smiled.

"It's useless to care! Today I want to investigate whether this Mo Sandu is unreliable or not, maybe I can get closer to you and have some Hongchen stories. You say it's a coincidence...... "Li Fei swallowed his saliva and said, "Today, a few handsome male models came to the studio to get the mold card, and I asked by the way if anyone knows Mo Sandu?" And it turned out to be true. Mo Sandu came back from Dongying Liuyang, as if he had fallen out of love, which hit him hard. Therefore, I gave up a good opportunity abroad and came back. ”

"You also tell me about this?" Butterfly interrupted.

"Don't worry, listen to what I've to say." Riffey continued, "After returning home, I don't know what happened to him, he suddenly became gay, he no longer likes women, you see, you don't have a chance. I thought I had found you another master? ”

"Oh, I see." Painting Butterfly said indifferently.

"Oh! Oh what, don't you think it's weird? Riffey wondered.

"In God's eyes, all people are normal. Everyone has the right to choose how they want to live. We are not in a position to talk about right and wrong, all we can do is respect others. Butterfly said.

"It's good that you think so, but I'm worried that you're in love, and that's bad. You said he was bisexual before, and when he returned home, he turned into a ......," Riffey began to gossip, saying.

"You, just take care of yourself, and think about your own business." Butterfly interrupted.

"Great! When it was over, I went to wash and go to sleep, and I had to make this dream a little more perfect. See you tomorrow. Hahahaha...... The old lady is developed. Riffey laughed.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Butterfly also smiled and hung up the phone. That's when Manra sent a message.

Manla returned to her accommodation, a five-star hotel near the International Trade Center.

Upon entering the room, she took out a men's suit from the cupboard, undressed and expertly put it on. In the mirror, the image of a handsome queen is presented. Facing herself, looking at the looming butterfly tattoo, Manra smiled. Then he changed back into his usual clothes, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Huadie.

"I've arrived, are you okay?"

"Ann, good dreams."

"Good dreams."

After sending the message, Manla immediately made another phone call, and after getting through, he said very seriously: "The funds to invest in the Eye-City Folk Song Valley must be prepared as soon as possible." The first fund is to sponsor a nursing home as originally planned. That's right, in the name of Peng Huadie. We don't need to care about fame in this kind of thing. Other projects, which I am also following up, should be able to pass on some of the group's crises. Old lady, you bother more, I'll take care of some personal matters and I'll go back. ”

After explaining her work, Manra walked to the bathroom......

At this time, Huadie was grabbing her mobile phone, looking out the window in a daze. She wasn't surprised why she could see the moon today, but she was thinking about the strange thoughts that suddenly flashed through her mind today.

Today's outfit is not the first time she has seen it. However, in her sober state, when she saw the white and tender neck of Manla, the desire to kiss her was the first time. Is it because I can't help myself, or is it a tendency that I have been hiding in my heart? In the developed modern society, the unprecedented progress of human cognition makes it easy for the butterfly in the middle of the knowledgeable crowd to reasonably recognize the problem of emotional tendencies. Therefore, when she perceives that something similar is happening in herself, she is very comfortable exploring who she is, what she wants to do, or rather, who she wants to do with.

"Go with the flow, I may be bi-biased, don't want to, sleep." Painted Butterfly muttered to herself.

Huadie, who was out of a daze, was about to go to the bedroom to sleep when Zhang Jiufang suddenly called. Looking at the name that made her frown a little, Painted Butterfly thought about it, but still didn't answer, then put down the phone and walked to the bedroom.

The birth of a mind, like a spark of fire, falls on a dry grass mound, and instantly turns into a fire. Unable to fall asleep, the butterfly tossed and turned, so she had to roll over and get up, walk to the living room, and continue to make the unfinished rose hydrosol. The way of life advocated by the painting butterfly is not a selfish way of life, but a way of life that rejoices with self-esteem, self-love, and self-rejoicing. Perceive yourself better, make yourself more energetic, more peaceful ways, there are many in life. For example, tea ceremony, incense ceremony, yoga, meditation, flower arrangement, etc., the goal is the same, but the methods are different, in the process of pursuing self-happiness, gather more strength, let more people be happy together, and combine into a community of destiny that achieves each other.

Generally, the roses bought in florists are often bought in copycat versions. Due to the flower language and meaning given to roses, they are more commercial in nature, but due to the characteristics of roses themselves, the flowering period is very small, and the yield will be small. In order to meet the excessive demand in the market, the moon season that blooms every month is often sold as roses. Of course, roses are also often used by merchants to make cameos.

The flowers in the hands of the painted butterflies have a strong fragrance, the flower path has dense bristles, and the leaves are dull, so it is basically certain that they are real roses. From yesterday to now, it has been stored in a vase, and there is some moisture maintenance, so the petals are still fresh.

Now, the butterfly puts the petals that have been picked before the appointment into a distillation pot and puts some salt to seal the fragrance of the roses. This kind of unilateral rose hydrosol, or unilateral rose water essential oil products, has a relatively light taste, which is different from the pre-flavor and after-taste of perfume, and only has a single taste. Stirring the petals with salt will allow the fragrance to retain longer.

In addition to using a retort, a retort can also be used. The petals occupy about half the capacity of the stillhouse, and the butterfly places a palm-sized piece of soft crystal from the seashore on the petals, and then a tempered glass container on the stone to collect the hydrosol. The butterfly looks serious and enjoys the joy of immersion. She picked up the water bottle from the left hand side, poured the pure water into the pot, just the height of the petals and did not exceed the height of the tempered glass container, the butterfly put away the water bottle, turned on the low heat, and began to distill, separating the oil and water from the roses. At the same time, take the lid of the distillation pot and place it upside down on the distiller, and then take ice cubes and place them on top of the lid, so that a kind of reflux can be formed in the distillation pot, so that the water vapor can condense in the tempered glass container.

After about half an hour, the butterfly painting was declared a success. After the distilled hydrosol was left to cool, Butterfly took out a 30 ml dark green spray bottle and poured the hydrosol into it.

The butterfly who experienced the joy seemed to gradually calm down, and pressed the mouth of the spray bottle with his fingers, and a faint fragrance of roses lingered in front of him. She took a deep breath, a moist breeze, and a more serene mood, and this time she could finally fall asleep quickly—along with Manra.