That night, Zhang Xin and Chen Ruize chatted a lot, complaining about how snobbish and indifferent the people here are, complaining about how expensive things are here, and selling hundreds of bottles of wine.

Chen Ruize quietly listened to her complaints, patiently enlightened her, and the two chatted until midnight before saying goodnight to each other. Chen Ruize put down the phone, and when he heard Zhang Xin's complaint just now, he was also a little worried, and he didn't know if she could persevere.

Chatting with Chen Ruize until midnight last night, and yesterday was dragged by Hou Ling to visit the mall for a day, Zhang Xin immediately collapsed on the bed the next day, feeling sore all over her body, and suddenly the bedroom door was pushed open, Zhang Xin watched in a daze Hou Ling with her messy hair like a bird's nest, rushed to her bedside and shook her awake.

"Xiao Xin, Xiao Xin, wake up, tell me what day it is?" Zhang Xin was a little dizzy by her shaking head, shook off her hands, and yawned.

"It's the 10th today, what's wrong? I remember that I came here on the 8th, and today is the third day. "After talking to Chen Ruize yesterday, she suddenly wanted to buy a ticket to go back, she didn't want to fight so hard, but looking at the traffic in this city, she felt that she had a life of being sorry for this vain.

"Number 10, my God, today's cocktail party is today!" Hou Ling stuffed the two invitations from yesterday into Zhang Xin's hands, and immediately ran to the mirror to take a look.

Zhang Xin was a little puzzled, picked up the invitation card and looked at it, the spleen date marked on the invitation card is today, Hou Ling was in front of the mirror, fiddling with his hair, and looked up at his watch.

"Oops! I drank too much wine yesterday, my face was swollen, my hair was messy, and this drinking party was full of characters with heads and faces, so I couldn't just go there. Zhang Xin looked at her like an ant on a hot pot, and was so anxious that she felt that she was making too much of a fuss.

"Doesn't it say that it starts at seven o'clock in the evening, and it's only eleven o'clock in the morning, so I have time to prepare." Zhang Xin dragged her shoes, planning to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Hou Ling simply went into the house and moved all the big bags and small bags she bought yesterday to the living room, sat on the ground and rummaged through them. Yesterday, fortunately, Zhang Xin kept an eye on it, bought a bread and milk in the supermarket in the mall, drank a glass of water, pulled up her hair, and planned to fry an egg.

As soon as the fire was turned on, Hou Ling immediately stood up, rushed in front of her, and turned off the fire.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Xin was a little stunned by her question, of course she was cooking and eating, it was noon now, and no matter how anxious she was, she had to eat.

Zhang Xin shook the eggs and bread in front of her, "Of course you want to eat, otherwise what else are you going to do?" ”

Who knew that as soon as Hou Ling heard her answer, she immediately took away the bread and eggs and threw them in the trash, Zhang Xin was in a hurry, pushed Hou Ling, and immediately bent down to pick up the bread.

"This is to be eaten, why throw it away!" Fortunately, before going out yesterday, Zhang Xin threw away the garbage and replaced it with a new plastic bag, and the bread did not stick to any dirty things.

"Look at it, the meat on your lower abdomen will show up as soon as you wear a dress!"

Hou Ling forgot that Zhang Xin's stomach was pinched, for so many years, Zhang Xin has always been only eating and not fat, Sun Cuihua has been cooking for her all these years, and said that she was too tired and must make up for it, so she didn't pay too much attention to her weight Listening to Hou Ling's words, Zhang Xin realized that her figure was really a little fat.

Zhang Xin glanced at the bread in her hand, closed her eyes, and threw it in the trash, Hou Ling looked at her with satisfaction and smiled at her.

"Good performance, come and choose clothes with me, let's go to do a hair in the afternoon, be sure to go to the cocktail party beautifully, once a woman has a good façade, this is the beginning of success!"

Hou Ling pulled Zhang Xin to her wardrobe and tried it on Zhang Xin one by one, Zhang Xin was already delicate, with an oval goose egg face, and her eyebrows were also curved willow eyebrows, so she was not suitable for too gaudy clothes.

Picking and choosing, Hou Ling picked out an off-the-shoulder long dress for her, Hou Ling's figure was slightly wider than Zhang Xin's, so Zhang Xin was still a little loose in her clothes, and she couldn't see the flesh on her lower abdomen at all.

"Well, this one is good, you can wear this one." Hou Ling looked at Zhang Xin in front of her and clapped her hands, but she didn't expect her to look good in a dress.

Zhang Xin lifted the drooping neckline of the dress up, her face was embarrassed, she hadn't worn this type of clothes yet, and she felt a little unaccustomed, especially because this dress was too exposed, she still couldn't accept wearing so few clothes and going to a drinking party with so many people.

"I think it's a little awkward to have something on top of this dress."

As he spoke, he picked up the sports jacket in the wardrobe and put it on the outside, which made me feel much more comfortable. Hou Ling sighed, with an expression of hatred on her face, took out all her silk scarves and threw them in front of her.

"You look at the match yourself, but this sweatshirt, and any jacket, you can't wear it." Adding a silk scarf to the outside of the dress was already her biggest concession, Zhang Xin looked at the colorful silk scarves, and suddenly had inspiration in her heart, and nodded happily.

Zhang Xin chose a light purple silk scarf, made it into the shape of a flower, and asked Hou Ling for a needle and thread, and sewed her on the shoulder.

Hou Ling also felt that Zhang Xin was really born to be a designer, so changed, this dress turned out to be better than the previous one, after this toss, and it took a lot of time, Hou Ling also changed into a purple long dress, put on a very thick makeup, and pulled Zhang Xin out.

The two were hungry and stayed in the hair salon for another afternoon, Hou Ling permed an ion perm, her hair was unkempt, Zhang Xin felt that she had not changed anything except for being a little taller, Zhang Xin did not let the barber make too many changes, but simply let her trim her broken hair and pull her hair into a bun.

Hou Ling took the invitation, according to the above address, came to the hotel, along the way Hou Ling told Zhang Xin about the basic etiquette, Zhang Xin wrote it down carefully, I don't know what happened, to the door of the hotel, her heart suddenly pounded, and her palms were full of sweat.

Hou Ling seemed to sense her nervousness, and quietly patted her on the back, signaling her to calm down.

Inside the reception, as Hou Ling said, everyone was dressed in proper dresses, holding wine glasses in their hands, with smiles on their faces, talking happily, among which there were also a few blonde foreigners, talking quickly in English.

Zhang Xin only then understood the importance of English, after several years, Chen Ruize has strict requirements for her, she no longer needs to read subtitles, she can understand the English original soundtrack, just walked by those foreigners, Zhang Xin vaguely listened to a few words, and knew what they were discussing.

Hou Ling seemed to have a little rejection of foreigners, and pulled Zhang Xin's arm and attached it to her ear.

"These gringos, they don't know what to say!" Zhang Xin couldn't help but feel a little funny when she heard her complaints.

"They're discussing the price of a piece of land on the outskirts of Shenzhen!"

After listening to Zhang Xin's words, Hou Ling was a little surprised, "Can you understand them speaking English?" ”

Since Zhang Xin came to Shenzhen, she has been listening to Hou Ling talking about what has happened to her in the past few years, and Hou Ling really doesn't know anything about Zhang Xin.

"Of course, I'm a PhD!" There was a little pride in Zhang Xin's tone, in that era, let alone a doctor, even college students were relatively scarce, Hou Ling quietly gave her a thumbs up.

After the two teased each other, of course Hou Ling did not forget the task she came to today, took a deep breath, picked up a glass of red wine from the table, patted her face, picked up another glass of wine and handed it to Zhang Xin, signaling her to take it.

"Follow me and look into my eyes."

Hou Ling has been here for so many years, so he is naturally familiar with the rules here, and he got a lot of people's business cards with Zhang Xin after a while.