Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"On January 23, Capital Time, Kobe Bryant led the Lakers, who lost two consecutive games, to meet the challenge of the Toronto Raptors at the Staples Arena in Los Angeles.

42 minutes on the court, 28 of 46 shots, 18 of 20 free throws, winning 81 points, defeating the Raptors, the second highest score in the NBA record, surpassing Jordan..."

"Um..."

Amid the morning news, a girl with messy hair opened her eyes in a daze.

"...Mom, can you speak softer? It's time to make people sleep!"

The girl's suggestion was not accepted by her mother, but instead she was greeted with a burst of irritable scolding.

"I'm still sleeping? It's time to go to bed? Are you still going to work? I'm late on the first day of the internship. Are you planning to let your mother support you for the rest of your life! Ah?"

Amid the irritable scolding of the family, the girl finally got rid of her sleepy eyes, was stunned and woke up.

"...Yes...to work...ah!!!"

Looking at the alarm clock beside him, the girl jumped up like a monkey. She didn't care about the leaking spring scenery and picked up the clothes she had prepared for a long time last night, and put them on every turn.

"...Hurry up, wash and eat, I've called you three times..."

"...No, I don't have time, I'm going to be late!"

In the toilet, the girl was washing up anxiously, irritated her long hair that was not obedient, and tried to smooth it out with water.

When my mother heard the girl's words, she became even more angry. She held the shovel for cooking and pushed the door and walked in.

"...No, hunger and fullness are the most likely to cause stomach damage. Who told you not to get up early? I also ordered three alarm clocks, which woke me up. You got up!"

"...Oh, Mom, it's already this time, don't tell me what's missing? I won't eat anymore, it's too late!"

After finishing the foundation, eyeshadow and eyelashes, I tidied my hair with gel water, applied some lipstick, pushed my mother away from the toilet door and walked towards the living room.

"...How can I not eat? At first, I can take a taxi for a while. I said on TV that not eating breakfast is the biggest cause of cancer!"

In the not-so-large living room, my father was eating fried steamed buns and cornmeal porridge made by his mother, while watching the mother and daughter fighting, without any intention of getting involved.

"Oh... I'm not fast enough to take a taxi at this point. I don't have time anymore. If I don't eat breakfast, I won't get cancer. Your daughter is in good health!"

The young girl stood next to the shoe rack, mounted a pair of high heels, lifted her backpack in one hand, and hurried out.

"Oh... I'll bring you some lunch boxes, and you'll eat at the company..."

Outside the door, the girl ran down the stairs in a hurry. When she heard her mother's shouting, she shouted without looking back:

"...No, lose weight! You can watch less health knowledge lectures on TV, and those who watch too much will also get cancer!"

"What are you saying, you dead daughter!"

Mom cursed dissatisfiedly, closed the door helplessly, turned her head to look at her father who was so delicious, with her eyebrows raised and her hands on her hips.

"You can still eat..."

My father, who suffered from unpredictable disaster, held a slice of fried steamed buns in one hand and half a piece of fermented tofu in the other hand. He stood there in a daze, and it was not right to eat, nor was it not right to eat it...

"...I...I didn't say anything..."

"Who told you not to speak!!!"

......

The bustling at home did not disturb the young girl, but she was rushing to the bus while making a phone call.

"...Hey? Sister He, ah, I'm on my way to work... Today is my first day of internship..."

On the other end of the phone, a curly-haired beauty sat on the sofa at home, with a slim and plump figure, wearing an elegant and generous black long dress.

The black stockings mesh on the slender and fair legs adds a bit of temptation to the original intellectual temperament.

There was a watch with a black leather wristband on the wrist of the left hand. The strap of the watch was tightest, but it still couldn't fit her slender wrist.

He held a small flip phone in his hand, pressed it against his graceful and delicate cheeks, frowned slightly, and his seductive lips and teeth opened and closed, revealing a capable voice.

"...I said, you didn't tell me when you were in the internship. Didn't we agree to come to my company to help me after graduation, which company did you go to!"

On the bus, the young girl protected her bag with one hand and rolled it on the handrail with the other hand, holding the phone and sticking it in her ear. When she heard the words in the phone, she showed a shy smile.

"Hey, don't I just want to exercise myself? I didn't tell you this, Xinghuo Capital Investment Company, do you know..."

"What? Spark Capital? Real or fake?"

The curly-haired beauty was shocked when she heard the young girl's words. She quickly sat upright and asked in disbelief:

"Are you sure it's Xinghuo Capital? The one from Financial Street in Xicheng District!"

“...Yes...Yes...What's wrong?”

"What's wrong? My live treasure... Have you read the news..."

"Look...Look? But it's all entertainment news... By the way... Sister He, I don't know if you are paying attention. Erlang Shen in the CCTV version of the Baolian Lantern looks very much like Mr. You..."

Listening to the excited tone of the young girl on the phone, the curly-haired beauty couldn't help but slap her on the forehead, let out a long breath, and said helplessly:

"...Did you notice that one of the producers of CCTV version of Baolian Lantern was filmed by your entertainment company under Xinghuo Capital...

Xinghuo Capital is a giant in China and abroad, with its industries involving Internet, entertainment, real estate, catering and other industries. The chairman and president are still a young handsome guy!”

"Ah? This... is so awesome? Then... can I...can I ask the actor who plays Erlang Shen for autographs? My mother also likes him..."

Hearing the young girl's words, the curly-haired beauty was speechless. She leaned back and her elegant and intellectual temperament disappeared, and then she felt a hint of sexy and lazy.

"...You are such a living treasure...What position are you applying for?"

"I...I...hr told me that my position is the president's assistant..."

"...You are so stupid and have a good fortune... I may have to rely on you to protect you in the future..."

When the young girl heard the words on the other end of the phone, she subconsciously retorted.

"...Why am I stupid? I'm so smart! And your advertising company can be called the top ten in the industry. I am a little intern, how can I protect you?"

"...well..."

Listening to the young girl's ignorant words, the curly-haired beauty became more and more helpless. She sighed and said:

"...It's nothing, Chuchu, you will know from now on. When you become rich, don't forget your best friend, I..."

"How is it possible? We are always good friends..."

"The Financial Street has arrived, the Financial Street has arrived, are there any one left!"

The ticket seller's shouts woke Chuchu who was addicted to chatting. She looked at the building outside the car window and shouted loudly:

"Yes, there's a way! Sister He... I won't talk to you anymore. I'll be here. I'll treat you to dinner after work, and I'll die!"

Chuchu said, hung up the phone, protected the bag in her arms, and walked towards the car door.

Outside the car door, a towering building stands there. In the office at the top of the building, a handsome handsome man stood by the big floor-to-ceiling window, looking out the view.

“...Is it been 2006..."