Chapter 1: rubywoo

At six o'clock in the evening, it was not completely dark.
The neon has been lit, and the lampposts are connected into one, decorating the bustling streets.
The urban area is at the peak of congestion, and noisy sounds move across the sky, and the central business district is crowded with crowds of people.
In the Minjiang apartment, Rong Rong completed the final step in front of the makeup mirror.
Rotating the lipstick into the mouth of the tube, and pursing her lips twice, Rong Rong looked away from the mirror and turned to the mobile phone next to her.
"It's finished." It seemed as though she had finished the task, her tone was very relaxed.
The pink bubble in the lower right corner of the mobile phone screen kept rising, and the 22nd and 33th mothers rose from the screen in a huge blue submarine, blocking her face in the screen.
Instantly, the white barrage filled all the blank spaces on the screen.
[Are you forced to open your business seriously? 】
[Rong Mei: Makeup time without soul]
[I got a real fairy]
[Woman, you are my sniper]
Rong Rong raised an eyebrow: "I spent 45 minutes without saying a word. Isn't it boring?"
Make-up is just like painting. Her attention is all on the makeup brush. There is no time like other ups, but she can also change her face.
Once she spoke, or looked at the barrage, the movement of her hand stopped unconsciously.
Live broadcast is very different from shooting video. There is no script and no editing, so Rong Rong does not like live broadcast.
But fans obviously don't think so.
[Do n’t underestimate the endurance of Yan Dog]
[Who wants to listen to you, we all look at the face]
[Rong girl, do n’t move, let me take a picture as a screen saver]
This kind of words are so eloquent that this year's fans are really hard to bring.
"I will broadcast live to you later when I have time. I will rush to participate in the festival. I will close the live broadcast first. I will convert the gifts you give me into cash and donate to the Red Cross. Looking at the camera, she repeated what she said countless times, "I still say one thing. You do n’t need to charge me or give me a gift. Keep spending money and watch my grass videos and buy more cosmetics."
[Redefined "Available"]
[Sisters, I hope we will all be alive next time Rong Mei]
[Is there a class representative to summarize what Rong Mei used today? 】
[Taobao while watching]
[Student Party says that Rongmei ’s grass is too expensive to grow qwq]
[Rong Mei is about to close the broadcast! Everyone hurry up to take a screenshot! 】
She waved at the camera and turned off the live broadcast.
She was talking from beginning to end, and the barrage could not speak, but at the moment of closing, Rong Rong still felt that the entire room had just passed a party. She was left alone.
Rong Rong stretched his waist and took out the curling iron from the drawer under the dresser.
Rong Rong likes to use polarized Dyson curlers.
This kind of black technology curling stick with hair-blowing function, the curled hair is naturally fluffy. Unlike other curling sticks, every wave seems to be accurately calculated by the protractor, and the radian is exactly the same.
She likes her long hair to be fluffy, like a seaweed.
As soon as my hair was curled up, the mobile phone on the table vibrated.
"Dog Ficus! Are you done?" Gou Liang's voice came from the cell phone. "Can I leave?"
"Well, just after the live broadcast, you wait for me at the exit of Line 4 in Wangfujing, and I will drive to pick you up." Rong Rong simply packed the table, walked out of the bedroom while making a phone call, and turned into the next one. cloakroom.
"Don't you dislike the live broadcast? Nothing to say, I'm afraid the fans will feel bored." Gou Liang's voice paused, and then he smiled, "Oh, I forgot, only you are bored."
Rong Rong's fingers swept the bags hanging on the clothes hooks: "Today I live broadcasted for 45 minutes without saying a word."
"No one will say you're bored, rest assured." Some voices from Gou Liang came, "I'm going out now, you come over and pick me up. I'm all well-dressed today, absolutely not crowded subway."
"Rest assured, my car is fast."
"Are you showing off the performance of your sports car!"
Rong Rong chose a clutch with black sequins to match her little black skirt.
In order to match, she deliberately wore jimmychoo classic pointed high-heeled high-heeled shoes today.
After all, this year's Mac Christmas Limited Edition is a magnificent sequin series.
I thought I could get on time without taking the most congested road.
Avoid the road marked red on Gaode's map, but other roads are still blocked to doubt life.
In a traffic jam, the Porsche 718 is helpless.
In the Bluetooth headset, Gou Liangsheng's ruthless request: "Goong Rong, could you please ask your grandpa to contract out the most blocked roads in Qinghe City, and only allow your family's fleet to pass in the future?"
"I'll sing a song" When You Wake Up ".
"I was wearing a Chanel skirt and stood at the subway entrance. Waiting, I guess someone will lose money at my feet."
"No." Rong Rong smiled. "No one is going out with cash now, unless you have a QR code on your neck."
She said so, but let Gaode Map help her plan a route again.
At this time, the green light just turned on, and the navigation directed her to drive straight to the right, bypassing the overpass, and Rong Rong adjusted the Bluetooth earphone in his right ear with one hand and accidentally knocked off the earring.
"Well."
The slender diamond chain earrings fell into a soft car blanket, making it difficult to find. Rong Rong supported the steering wheel with his left hand, bowed to his right, and searched on the blanket with his right hand.
I forgot to turn right.
Also ignored the black car that appeared in the right side mirror.
It wasn't until the bottom of the car was topped that Rong Rong realized that it wasn't worth it to stab the car for a dozens of diamond earrings.
But it's too late.
Fortunately, the car behind responded quickly. The two cars decelerated and collided without being injured.
At this time many people have been around.
The traffic accidents caused by the Porsche 718 and Bentley Continental GT are very eye-catching.
Obviously it was only a minor traffic accident, but the little car paint that Porsche was robbed of and Bentley's cracked headlights were not slight from a monetary point of view.
The traffic police had been on duty at the crossroads. As soon as there were more people, the traffic police wearing fluorescent green rushed over on a small motorcycle.
Both the masters got out of the car, and the people eating melon snorted twice.
Just look at the dress and you know that the traffic accident was very explosive.
The man from the driver's seat of Bentley froze slightly.
beautiful.
The woman with an apology in front of her.
Someone whispered whether this was a TV series.
"What's going on?" The traffic police gave a cough, serious tone.
Rong Rong hurriedly answered, "I changed lanes and turned right. I forgot to turn on the turn signal. It is my full responsibility."
The traffic police recorded it in a small notebook and made nods to signal the owner of the Bentley to speak.
The man nodded. "It's so, but I'm not the owner."
The traffic policeman frowned: "Isn't this your car?"
"This is my boss's car." The man went to the back seat of the car, knocked on the car glass, "General Manager Shen."
The doors were opened, and shiny leather shoes and draped trousers appeared first.
Because of the sitting, the trousers moved up slightly, the ankle was wrapped in gray socks, and the delicate fibula lateral ankle protruded slightly.
The owner walked down in a black suit.
Clean short hair, deep facial features, and handsome appearance, those eyes are quiet like water, overflowing with arrogance and coldness.
Rong Rong bowed at him: "I'm sorry sir, it's my fault, but I'm really in a hurry now, can I be private?"
The owner went to the front of the car, there was no trace of temperature in the black eyes, and Rong Rong's reflection in his eyes became more and more obvious.
He glanced sideways at the and front of the two cars.
"Private." The owner's tone was low, and his words were like gold.
The traffic police asked again: "Is it private? Right? Article 70 of the Road Traffic Law, you should negotiate compensation matters by yourself, and quickly fill out the list and leave the car behind."
People around the theater left like birds scattered.
Rich people are like this, and things that can be solved with money are unwilling to spend an extra second.
The traffic police left, two cars stopped by the road, and traffic resumed on the road.
Rong Rong looked for pens in her car, but she couldn't find them, and she was embarrassed to ask the owner of the Bentley if he had a pen.
Just opened the clutch and took out the rubywoo that she was carrying today, and then sadly realized that she didn't even have a post-it note on her car.
Rong Rong frowned slightly, and opened the storage box in the car with no hope, but accidentally found the advertisement sheet stuck on her door when she went shopping last time.
There were no trash cans at the time, and she threw it into the box.
Rong Rong spread out the advertisement sheet, smoothed the wrinkles with his hands, and wrote his own phone number on the red paste.
I also think that you should add a logo, such as writing a "mobile phone:" and so on, but the skimmer hook of Chinese characters has the risk of breaking lipstick.
Then write it in English.
You have to remind that Mr. Shen, you must remember to call yourself.
After writing, she went to the back seat of the Bentley car and knocked on the glass.
The glass slowly descended, revealing the handsomely profiled side of the man.
Rong Rong handed in the advertisement slip: "Mr. Shen, this is my phone number. When the compensation slip comes down, please call me."
The bony hand took the advertisement, contrasting with her soft, white, slinky fingers.
Mr. Shen, as always, cherishes the words like gold: "OK."
Porsche drove away.
He opened the advertisement with one hand.
The huge hospital logo in the upper left corner.
Oversized slogan in the middle.
"Warm dreaming for a few minutes, painless flow of people is so easy!"
Hot lipstick outlines a row of numbers.
Below is a smooth stream of English.
"Callme".
He raised an eyebrow and looked out of the window lightly.
The driver in the front row heard a short, low laugh.
"Mr. Shen, what's wrong?"
He didn't answer, and handed the advertisement to the driver: "Take it away."
The driver took the advertisement and couldn't help but snored.
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