My rival confessed to me

After handing over such tedious tasks as drying hair and skin care, Shen Hui suddenly felt that life was much easier.

In the past, after taking a shower, she would rather stay up late with her wet long hair on her head and stay up until it dries naturally than blow-dry it, but now she can sit on the sofa and let Zhao Xinmiao dry it for herself while playing with her mobile phone , and then with a head of fragrant, soft and fluffy hair, she lay on the bed, closed her eyes and asked Zhao Xinmiao to make herself a SPA comfortably.

Happiness arises spontaneously.

A dog man is worthless in front of the young lady.

Thinking of how much she had broken for her ex-boyfriend, Shen Hui felt regretful.

She should wake up early and bring Zhao Xinmiao home.

In this way, you can live the current fairy life earlier, wouldn't it be beautiful?

After finishing her face, Shen Hui was so comfortable that she didn't even want to play with her mobile phone, so she pulled up the quilt and said goodnight to Zhao Xinmiao.

Zhao Xinmiao packed up her things, turned off the bedside lamp, and was about to leave.

She walked to the door, and suddenly there was a sentence behind her.

Shen Hui opened the drawer and found that the sheep oil inside was gone, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She lay back on the bed again, squinting her eyes, looking for the sleepiness that had just disappeared for a moment.

"Remember to make a hand mask for yourself when you go back."

Zhao Xinmiao regretted it.

When she left last night, she shouldn't have listened to Shen Hui and taken away the jar of sheep oil.

But it was useless to regret it at this time, she could only walk to the door, and showed a cute smile to Shen Hui, "Good night, sister Hui."

Shen Hui stretched out a hand under the quilt and waved to her, "Good night, go to bed early, don't play with your phone."

With a click, Zhao Xinmiao closed the door of the master bedroom.

The sensor lights in the corridor were brightened by her presence.

The light wasn't too harsh, but just enough to light her way back to the room.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, walking in such a room.

It was a life that Zhao Xinmiao had never imagined.

She returned to the room, glanced at the logistics information on Taobao, put down her phone, used the lanolin on the bedside table, and applied a thick layer to her hands, then put on new transparent gloves, and used two black gloves A rubber band secures the glove to the wrist so it doesn't slip.

By the light, she looked at her hands.

Her hands were not pretty, the knuckles were inevitably deformed due to years of hard work, and a layer of rough calluses formed on the palms and fingertips.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that the hands seemed to have become more delicate.

Zhao Xinmiao, who was wearing gloves, lifted the quilt and lay down.

After lying on the bed with her eyes closed for a while, she got up again, turned on the bedside lamp, and adjusted the brightness to the maximum.

Then he took out a green word book from the drawer beside the bed.

She turned to what she learned from the video today and read it softly.

"abandon, give up."

English is difficult.

Especially for Zhao Xinmiao, who only had a junior high school education.

Especially when she was in a junior high school in the town, the English teacher's cultural level was limited to dictating words.

But she won't give up, and she doesn't want to.

The lights in the second bedroom stayed on until one o'clock before going out.

When Zhao Xinmiao fell asleep, the newly bought shorthand book with [-] words was snuggled up against her cheek.

Shen Hui woke up early in the morning, feeling refreshed.

It was rare that before the alarm clock rang, he opened his eyes amidst the birdsong in the neighborhood.

She opened the heavy curtains, and the sun at five or six o'clock in the morning, like a glass of white wine, spilled in through the glass window.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the month when she just dumped the scumbag.

Going to work during the day, going home at night, drinking, sleeping, and living a dark life, all relying on the desire for money to support her pace of going to work.

She was in a daze, unaware of the passage of time.

Shen's mother said that she would arrange a blind date for her, so she went in a fit of anger.

I thought the next one would be more obedient, but I didn't expect that my heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were hurting from anger.

The ex was a scumbag, it just made her feel that her youth was fed to the dog.

The level of the blind date is simply a denial of her whole person from head to toe.

She thought that at a young age, with a car and a house, she was considered a winner in life.

Who knows that in the eyes of parents and relatives, no matter how much money she earns or how high her position is, as long as she is not married, as long as she does not work in the government system, she is a 28-year-old unmarried leftover girl.

She hasn't been as happy as she is today for a long time.

I just feel that from the bones to the brain, every cell in the whole body is refreshed, as if it has been washed in water.

Even the employees in the company have noticed her good state.

"Sister Hui, what skin care products have you used recently to make your complexion look so good?"

When she got off the elevator, a company employee joked.

"You have a sweet mouth." Which woman doesn't like to be praised for her appearance, and Shen Hui is no exception. Even if she knew it was flattery, she still had a smile on her face. It’s because I slept well in the past two days, and I look refreshed.”

Poppy peeked at her from the workstation.

Shen Hui, who was already tall, was wearing a pair of high-waisted suit pants today. With the belt tied up, she looked even more slender and long-legged.

She walked from the elevator, and when she was talking to people, she had a smile on her face, and she seemed to be shining beautifully.

Poppy's cheeks blushed immediately.

"Sister Hui, good morning."

Shen Hui glanced at her, glanced over her crescent-shaped earrings, and said with a smile, "Good morning, beauty."

Poppy's heart was pounding.

She sat down and looked down at the document in her hand, but her eyes didn't fall on the words.

After a while, she suddenly grinned happily.

It's hard to explain this kind of secret love to others, but when I see that person, I can't help but feel joy in my heart.

But she knew that Shen Hui was a straight girl, and she even had an ex-boyfriend who had been running for several years.

She can't get close, and can only comfort her ultimately unattainable emotions through such small joys.

On the other side, Zhao Xinmiao, who went out with Shen Hui, took the bus to the second-hand market by relying on the map on his mobile phone after parting.

The place where Shen Hui lives is farther away from the second-hand market than Zhao Xinmiao estimated. She took a bumpy bus for an hour to get there.

After getting off the car, she went straight to the shop she was familiar with, and successfully found the shelf she wanted inside.

After arguing with the boss, she got everything she wanted at an extremely cheap price, less than one-fifth of the original price of the new product, and even got permission from the boss to deliver it to her door.

She proudly sent Shen Hui the story of how she killed the boss to collapse.

Zhao Xinmiao's writing skills are actually mediocre, and he just narrates in a straightforward manner, describing the process of how he bargained and how he cheated.

But in just a few lines of words, the fresh breath of life comes out all at once.

Shen Hui closed her eyes, imagining how Zhao Xinmiao was acting like a baby while haggling with the boss arbitrarily.

Suddenly, she seemed to see the bustling streets and the crowds coming and going.

The pretty girl stood at the door of the thrift furniture store, triumphantly said to the dejected boss: "I have agreed on this price, and it is not allowed to change!"

She couldn't help chuckling.

……

"Thank you, boss!"

Zhao Xinmiao took out his wallet and stuffed 50 yuan of his hard-earned money into the second-hand store owner who helped move the racks to the balcony.

"I really don't know what I would do without you."

The boss took the money, smiled blindly, patted his beer belly and said, "It's easy to say, small things, welcome to come again next time."

Zhao Xinmiao's bargain actually made him a little depressed.

But now that the beauty is smiling, and he has the hard-earned money for running errands, he suddenly feels that the bones in his body are three points lighter.

Sending the boss away, Zhao Xinmiao slammed the door shut, and the smile on his face instantly collapsed.

Beauty is a resource, and within the scope of reasonable use, she has never been stingy.

Those who don't know their own beauty are the privileges of the rich.

For a person like her who crawls and rolls in the mud, all the hairs on her body have to play a role, let alone a beautiful face.

Letting out a foul breath, he walked to the balcony, looked at the two simple shelves, and smiled on Zhao Xinmiao's eyes again.

She looked at the two bare shelves, and could already imagine the green plants on them.

"Oops! I forgot to buy vegetables!"

Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, Zhao Xinmiao remembered what he forgot today!

She patronized to buy shelves, wasted too much time going back and forth, and forgot to buy vegetables.

There was no time for YY to decorate the balcony. Seeing that Shen Hui was about to come back from lunch, she hurriedly grabbed her phone and wallet and ran out.