Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

I filed a report with the boss early on that day and was able to get off work early. The last meeting on Friday was held with a third party. Old Huang obliged to top my class. Although it was unnecessary, it was the same as I read the briefing afterwards; but the leader of the third party was a troublesome person. Lao Huang, who is close, confessed.

Benefits are more than courtesy, and courtesy is more than reasonable, even on the Internet.

I attach great importance to the appointment tonight, and my heart beats bluntly, always feeling that something big will happen. Since I played badminton with Miss Pan De that day, I was a little uncomfortable when I bumped into her several times this week. It seemed that there were invisible feathers on the tip of my nose. When I touched it, I found out where the feathers came from. But my confidence is not enough, and I am more sensitive than usual. Her gaze flashed over me occasionally, as if there was no lingering in business, and as if it were the hand that controls the feathers, the feathers ride the wind, and I follow the flow.

After being a guilty conscience, I can't help but worry. The situation now seems to be developing in the direction we expect, but can everything really go so smoothly?

Can I play with her?

I changed into a matte black silk long dress, which is a bit like a dress. The strap around my neck can be removed, and the back is slightly exposed. In addition to dancing at a wedding dinner, this dress is also popular in Singapore. It's really useless. I totally noticed the unique drape of heavy silk before I bought it. I thought it would only become a decoration in the cloakroom-I added a very thin purple velvet shawl on my shoulders. In the mirror, I looked like an out-of-date running hall. I bent down and replaced it with suede black high heels.

People look like dogs.

Miss Pande specially reminded me to dress more formally, and at the end, she added "be casual at the same time". I think she thinks that I am usually too "business formal", maybe she really meant to be "social formal". But after all, here is not an "official" ancestor, but a former colony of the formal ancestors, and it is easy to be over-dressed in social formality. Therefore, I didn't wear any extra jewellery. I just took a small gold watch and a pair of very small diamond earrings, and kept them aside.

That is a "Plum" brand ladies watch. It is said that grandpa saved up for two years before saving enough money to buy it as a gift to grandma. Before her death, grandma specifically said that he would leave it to me. When I hurried back, there was only a watch, and the person who confessed its disposal became ashes.

It might actually be for my mom.

After getting out of my mind for a while, I quickly took the curler and curled the hair at the end of the hair, while changing the shape of my eyebrows, I changed my lipstick number. In the company, I usually take nylon TUMI bags, and usually use canvas bags. Today, it’s also inappropriate to dress up a canvas bag, but to take care of Miss Pande’s identity, I definitely can’t use a bag that is more expensive than her, so I carefully picked and found a handbag with a very small logo.

When I saw the diamond-patterned chain bag in her hand, I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I only took a Loewe.

"Yao, you look..." Miss Pande moved her lips slightly for a long time before she said, "You look great."

"Thank you!" I replied, "I can barely speak to you. At times like today, you are so beautiful that you can fall silent."

Miss Pan De blinked and asked: "Did you drink honey before going out?"

"No. But I drank Veritaserum." I said.

Her smile made me feel honored to tell this little lie.

Miss Pande is definitely the best woman to wear black velvet. The just right dim light is like a perfect package. Surrounded by cloth, all the decorations that are not related to beauty are discarded in the cutting process. Only she becomes the bearer of beauty and beauty itself.

Velvet is too picky for fabric dealers. The reflection and sparse texture of low-cost velvet silently reveals the essence of being a cheap stage; velvet is too picky. Throughout the ages, those gentlemen only dared to inlay a small piece of dark green velvet on the back collar of Chester coats, while velvet dresses would only appear on men's idols. The actresses on the red carpet didn't dare to choose black velvet rashly.

How could she be so good-looking?

I've been to this restaurant in the National Gallery several times, and the chef is always happy to make "smooth" creations. He squeezes a small tuft of "smooth" with completely invisible ingredients on specially made potato chips for customers to try.

And he must watch you enter the entrance.

"How is it?" The chef looked at both of us very expectantly.

Not very good, I thought. If I want to eat a piece of leather wrapped in some mush, why don't I just eat the taco? But I still said very politely: "I can eat something like fish velvet, but there is almost no fishy taste... There is dragon fruit, right? It feels like something added to a salad, but as a staple food. The dishes may be interesting."

"You are always good at eating." The chef looked satisfied and turned to Miss Pende.

Miss Pan De said: "It's a perfect appetizer. I am more and more looking forward to the staple food."

Her "appetizers" are words like "AmuseBouche". I don't know French, but I still know a little bit of such common words.

"Very enlightening," the chef said, "I wish you a pleasant meal."

"thanks."

"Thank you." Miss Pande kept watching him away, and then whispered quietly, "Do you think it's delicious?"

I shook my head and exchanged opinions with her in a low voice: "I feel like fish burritos without chili sauce."

Her eyes looked suspicious: "But what you just said...oh. You told a white lie."

"I didn't." I denied. "I just described my guesses about the ingredients."

"But you said it might be interesting as a side dish."

"Will you compliment that a food is fun to eat?" I asked her. Evaluating food or smell as "interesting" in English is equivalent to saying that it is a bad thing.

"So although you are telling the truth," Miss Pan De thoughtfully, "but in terms of the intention of the expression, the two sides of the conversation produced an understanding error."

How could I admit that what she said was the truth, and quickly said: "But you also said ironically that it was a perfect pre-dinner-because it was too unpalatable, so you hope to start eating staple food as soon as possible to end this meal."

"No, I don't." Miss Pande sighed. "That's delicious."

It's over.

I lowered my head: "Now I am starting to be confused. You see, the steaks at this restaurant are so good that I feel dead and without regret after eating, but our idea of ​​the little bite just now is much worse. This makes me can't help but I began to worry whether the compensation I paid would really satisfy you-it is too difficult to find a restaurant better than this one. I am afraid that because of this mistake, I will not be able to get your help next time."

She laughed, and I looked up and saw Miss Pande's shoulders trembling slightly. She didn't rush to speak, she just laughed, but for a moment, I laughed too.

Miss Pan De said: "It sounds like your new home is progressing slowly. Is there anything else I can help?"

I thought about it for a while and said, "There is still a coffee table short."

It is convenient for me to work overtime in front of the window. The current one is too ugly to fit my single-seater sofa.

"A perfect coffee table?"

"Yes." I thought of picking up the refrigerator and smiled.

We each ordered a glass of red wine. Miss Pan De asked me to help her, but I didn't dare to refuse and chose a wine with lighter tannins for her. There is nothing to say about the staple food. For steak, you get what you pay for. When the money is in place, the moment when the meat is delivered to the importer, it really makes you feel that it doesn’t matter if you die right now. Now there are several traditional steakhouses that have branches all over the world. The meat is okay, but the chefs sometimes look down on people. If the meat is still cold in the middle, you will fool you into saying that it is three mature. Singapore is so small that it can't accommodate a few such great gods. Compared to steakhouses, I still prefer to come to ordinary western restaurants to enjoy steaks.

At the end of the supper, I was still intoxicated in the plump gravy, and I was a little unsustainable. There will be a concert afterwards. I don't drink anymore with half a glass of wine left, just chatting with Miss Pan De. She was enjoying an ice cream ball. Due to the alcohol intake, her eyes were slightly looser than usual. With the hanging hair, many of the neighbors looked at her frequently.

We came early, and the moment is almost over, it is the time when the guests are the most. I folded my shawl around my body, and at this moment, Miss Pande stretched out her hand to help me tidy it up. Her fingers ran across my upper arm unintentionally, and I was forced to hold it still as if I had received an electric shock, and my arm contracted abruptly, as if the shawl was tightened again. I smiled embarrassedly and said, "Let's go."

All right. People in the store must think we are a couple this time.

We strolled out of the restaurant, which was only a few hundred meters away from the Victoria Concert Hall. Surrounded by colonial buildings, the evening breeze from the Southeast Asia, the half glass of red wine, in the sound of our alternating high heels, in the black skirts of our walking side by side, I looked at Miss Pan De, and endured my illusion. I have never realized as strongly as today that there is a lady by my side: she is correct, funny, and full of kindness, she is bold, as if she knows everything, her beauty and wisdom coexist, she is a woman.

Oh My God.

As an animal, it seems that I have to fight with my brain. I realize who is the same **** is not good, so I have to pick Miss Pan De? I blushed with anger, so I couldn't die. Miss Pan De's hand touched my face, and she asked worriedly: "Are you okay? Would you like to take a break?"

Her hand left immediately, as if everything had never happened. Only what we suddenly stopped revealing.

"Maybe the temperature in the store is too low." I forced myself to calm down, and continued walking, while saying, "I don't know that SSO is still playing today. Is it a private event?"

"You can say that. We listen to Mahler's "Second Symphony" today." Miss Pan De said, "I often come here recently. Last Friday, I also listened to Han Xiaoguang's farewell performance-he is SSO The chief French horn, I heard that his family are also French horn players."

I nodded: "Then you must have no time to rest last Friday night."

Miss Pan De didn't stop, and said with a smile: "That's it. As soon as this is over, I rushed over to see the client. Fortunately, it is within walking distance."

lie.