Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

It's horrible and horrible. It's hateful that the three become tigers.

People are terrible and weak.

I decided not to make those unprovoked associations. The news that Anning brings is whether other people have seen it in person or whether it’s just to add to the jealousy. Whether you have admitted the wrong person or if there is another mystery, these all have to be questioned. Why is it that someone else is just a light sentence, facing a plausible evidence, I Will it be processed automatically and consciously and closely linked with the rumors?

Jocelyn and the big boss really have a close relationship, and they are very tacit and complementary work partners-but what can it explain? People who have worked together for more than ten years, because of their high status and opposite sex, become the sexual partners of people's malicious fermentation?

I said goodbye to Jocelyn that night, and I became more surprised at how suspicious I was.

I put my mind on my work and tried to sort out all shareholder relationships. It's just that the work is very trivial, and there is a lot of information to check, and it is difficult to complete the sketch in a few hours. After a short attempt, I gave up. Tomorrow I will be dating Miss Pan De, and I have to solve a major life event. I hope that my face is the same as my spirit, and I am fully prepared.

With my eyes closed and opened, it was Saturday. I took the paper bag and went to Miss Pan De's house. She had just gotten up and was practicing in the small hall in the innermost area.

Women are most attractive when they are serious.

I watched her on the sidelines with no distractions.

The paper bag contained a black sleeveless dress. The cutting was extremely demanding. It had to be worn by someone who was tall and tight and could watch all living beings. This is what I got when I went shopping on Christmas last year. I tried it on at the time, and I felt that there was a capitalist atmosphere that I could only expect from the exquisiteness. In external business, it is okay to bluff people appropriately, but overly vocalizing becomes a kind of invisible suppression on others. If I'm still consulting, maybe I can consider such a dress-no matter what, this dress has left a deep impression on me.

I was fortunate enough to meet a sales consultant who helped me check the inventory, so after a long and long reunion, I was able to give her the dress, fulfilling my wish... and her unprovoked vinegar.

Miss Pan De is very satisfied with my careful selection. After my vague persuasion, she still insisted on wearing this to go out today.

The so-called date, the most important thing is that both of the participants are happy.

While she was trying on clothes and choosing shoes, I started searching the Internet for tips on cleaning fabrics stained with oil stains and bird excrement.

After a round of investigation, I felt that it didn't help, so I simply sent a message to the salesperson and asked him to find another one for me. After getting the reply, I was relieved, leaning against the wall and waiting for her to come out.

Miss Pan De moves a bit slowly, and across the door, I can't even find the anxiety in my heart. Expecting almost jumped into my throat, thinking of the scene I was about to witness, I unexpectedly resonated with the newlyweds.

This is probably the first time I see the partner wearing a dress at a wedding.

This dress suits her better than I thought.

Miss Pan De was already well versed in the straightforward way. Whether she was born with the bones or the lines of her limbs that were later carved, she has just the right beauty. Tiancheng has always hidden the edge, only let the viewer instinctively feel pleasing to the eye, as if it is a one-stroke drawing, but also seems to symbolize a kind of self-care protection-fortunately we don't believe in God.

Because of this, I know that she is not entirely a natural creation, not just because of good wind, she went to Qingyun's doorstep, not because of luck, she became a boring beauty naturally.

The skirt lined her, and she also let such a picky dress make her own vivid comment. I looked down. I originally didn't like the kind of pumps with complicated cross straps. It made my feet look too much like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. But these low eyebrows and pleasing leather wrapped her slenderly, wrapped her ankles, clinging upward... I looked up again, when the black dress shut me out, and her lines were outlined again. , Even if the designer himself is here, I am afraid I dare not greet any more.

I never thought that one day, I would be so addicted to a person.

Miss Pan De patted my arm hard.

I patted my chest, and this one was too innocent: "What's the matter?"

"It's still morning now!" She looked serious, a little annoyed, and seemed to want to conceal something hard to tell.

"I did nothing!" I emphasized.

Miss Pan De didn't buy it at all: "The way you look at me has explained everything."

"Me," I took a breath, "I just really like your shoes! You know, I rarely buy these..."

"Your shoes are really boring." She nodded slightly, and before I could refute, she turned the subject away, "How about? Are they suitable for me?"

"Fit. It fits 100% of the description of a'very beautiful dress', and it's a bit more beautiful than I thought." I said again, "Can you explain why my shoes are boring?"

My shoes are good. Her shoes are too fancy, and the few pairs of flat-bottomed ones are hardly the finished eggs under the covered nest.

Miss Pende simply ignored my words. I can see that she is in a very good mood today. I don't know if it is because of the dress or she has certain expectations for my "careful plan" today. Today I want to ask others, and I can't offend them in advance. So I silently swallowed the discussion about the difference in shoe taste.

We took the green line to the shop selling the best Hainanese chicken rice in the world. In fact, that store only has the Hainanese chicken rice category, which may be called "Hainan Bone Chicken Rice" directly. It is true that the words are written on the signboard, but the streets in Singapore are full of "Hainan Bone Chicken Rice". It is not easy to find this one. I was also accidentally taken by a third-party employee in a nearby office building when I was doing business. The environment there is relatively old, so it is not an exaggeration to call it my secret base.

Miss Pande kept having problems along the way, and her learning speed really impressed me. Because I have never met other foreigners who are learning Chinese, it is difficult to make comparisons. However, since I learned about this, I have also read a lot of Chinese learning questions and answers, and I know that tones, polyphonic characters and some special grammar are native to English speakers. Pain points.

Among these difficulties, the tone is said to be the most difficult, but she seems to have a kind of magic. Through imagination based on real experience and monotonous and paper-based descriptions, across culture and logic, the realization of Chinese is before the study itself. Understanding.

The so-called talent, that's how it is.

We got out of the car at Bugis. It has just rained here, the air is refreshing, and it is best for walking. She really likes walking with me, but most of my attention is on her high heels. Her tolerance to this is indeed much higher than that of mine, which may have something to do with the experience of dancing in Latin dance.

Raffles occasionally sees women in the workplace who wear ten cm high heels running wild, but they are either in finance or in the fashion industry. They are far away from me, and I don’t feel this kind of balance. It should be. Human normalcy.

She expanded my normalcy.

Miss Pan De's relaxed mood did not change, and stood shoulder to shoulder with me, walking forward under my guidance from time to time. She was still humming some small tunes, which seemed to have been learned in "Easy to Learn Chinese"-note that it was the children's version of "Easy to Learn Chinese".

When I arrived at her house today, I found that the first two textbooks were turned into a thick book by her, lying at the bottom with teeth and claws, in sharp contrast with those new partners. I don't know whether to tease her with the "children's version" or to praise her for being so hard working in spite of her daily work. Later, I saw her skirt, the focus was completely off the track, and I had forgotten it.

Thinking of this, I asked: "What kind of rhyme do you sing? Do you remember the name?"

"I don't think it has a name, but it seems that everyone can sing it. I have seen it in some forums." Miss Pan De sang two lines, "'One, two, three, three, two, one, one, two, three, four, five'... Do you know?"

I shook my head: "I haven't heard of it at all."

Miss Pan De frowned: "Are you sure?'One, two, three, three, two, one, five, four, three, two, one'..."

She even shook her head and sang very engaged.

The problem is, this is not something that can be recalled by putting emotions in the singing! Although I also knew that the textbooks would not teach "Song of Shang Xue" or "Little Snails", the vocabulary and grammar were a bit more difficult after all-I really didn't want her to associate such songs with my childhood, so she said: "I I think it may not be a popular song among native Chinese speakers. But everyone usually knows a poem about numbers. Would you like to listen to it?"

She nodded. So I memorized Shao Yong's "Mountain Village Yonghuai" and explained the main idea to her.

Miss Pan De's expression was weird: "I'm pretty sure this poem doesn't mean what you mean. What is'eight, nine and ten flowers'? That is twenty-seven flowers."

I opened my hand: "Well, it's ‘about eight, nine, or ten flowers.’"

Her expression is even stranger.

I changed my mouth: "That means there are many flowers. Using numbers to make virtual fingers is very common in Chinese."

"Virtual finger?" She squinted her eyes.

When I was about to reach my destination, I explained it clearly.

The potential diners of the "secret base" are very limited. Except for those working around, there are only gluttons who come from afar to cheer. I thought it would not be open at all on weekends, but later I found that there was a pick-up point to Malay nearby, which would still be open for a while at noon on Saturdays. Of course, in this situation, people in the car can't count on it. I was worried that the boss would not open the door, so I asked it in advance.

The road is very quiet. The scattered shared bicycles, the slightly depressed exterior wall of the elderly office building, and the sidewalk bricks occasionally missing a corner, all make Miss Pan De more curious. She occasionally looked left and right, seeming to be looking for my dream.

I feel funny in my heart, but I am also afraid that she will be angry when I see her later: How dare I say I want to take her to eat in the food court?

The smell of Hainanese chicken rice is much more convincing than me.

The author has something to say: This chapter leaves enough clues about geographic location. I know that there are some readers living in Singapore in this article, and I believe everyone agrees with the violent argument that ○Dongji and Tian X Chicken Rice are not delicious. Omit the 300 words of food reviews. The restaurants mentioned in this article are basically real (but the story is purely fictitious, the characters, company, and plot have nothing to do with reality, please do not substitute), because this Hainanese chicken rice is so delicious, I want to talk about it separately . At the same time, because it is so delicious, Li Yao Tuomeng (crossed out), please don't say that, after all, it is a secret base for others-the angel who asked in the message before must learn to be a detective by himself.

I hope that the little angels who read this chapter will be able to eat delicious food this week!