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It's terrible to say that everyone's mouth makes money.Three people become tigers, hateful.

People's words are formidable, but people's power is weak.

I decided not to make those unwarranted associations.Whether the news brought by An Ning is someone else's personal experience or embellishment, whether he has admitted the wrong person, or whether there is another mystery, all these have to be questioned. Just automatically and consciously process it and closely link it with rumors?

Jocelyn and the big boss do have a close relationship, and they are very tacit and complementary working partners-but what does it mean?People who have worked together for more than ten years, just because of their high position and power and being of the opposite sex, have they become sexual partners under the ferment of people's malice?

When I said goodbye to Jocelyn that night, I was even more surprised at how suspicious I was, and when I thought about it later, I felt a little ashamed of myself.

I put all my mind on my work and tried my best to sort out all the shareholder relationships.It's just that this work is very trivial, and there is a lot of information to check, it is difficult to complete the draft in a few hours.I gave up after trying for a while. I have a date with Miss Pender tomorrow, and I have to solve a major life event. I hope my face is as well prepared as my spirit.

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

Women are most attractive when they are serious.

I watched her from the sidelines, with no distractions.

What was contained in the paper bag was a black sleeveless dress, the tailoring was extremely harsh, and it had to be worn by tall and tight people who could look down on all living beings.This is what I got when I went shopping last Christmas. I tried it on at that time, and felt that it was exquisite and had a capitalist atmosphere that I could only understand.In foreign business, it is okay to bluff people appropriately, but if you use too much tone, it becomes a kind of invisible suppression of others.If I'm still inquiring, I might consider something like this—in any case, I'm impressed with the dress.

I was lucky enough to meet a sales consultant who helped me shop around for stock, so after a long absence, I was able to give her the dress to fulfill my wish...and her gratuitous jealousy.

Miss Pender was very pleased with my careful selection.After my subtle persuasion, she still insisted on wearing this to go out today.

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

In between her trying on clothes and picking out shoes, I've started scouring the internet for tips on cleaning oily, bird droppings on fabrics.

After searching around, I felt that it was useless, so I simply sent a message to the salesman and asked him to help me find another one of the same style.After getting the reply, I was relieved and leaned against the wall waiting for her to come out.

Miss Pan De moved a little slowly, across the door, I couldn't even find the slightest anxiety in my heart.The anticipation almost jumped into my throat, and thinking of the scene I was about to witness, I suddenly resonated with the newlyweds again.

This is probably the feeling when you first see someone wearing a dress at a wedding.

This dress suits her better than I imagined.

Miss Pender already knew the straight and the wrong way.Regardless of her innate bone appearance or the lines of her limbs carved later, they all have just the right beauty.Nature has always hidden its sharpness, and it only makes the viewer feel pleasing to the eyes instinctively, as if it is a single stroke of painting, and it seems to symbolize a kind of protection from God—fortunately, we do not believe in God.

Because of this, I know that she is not completely a natural creation, that she did not get into Qingyun's family just by relying on good wind, and that she did not become a boring beauty after being favored by luck.

The skirt complimented her, and she also let such a picky dress make its own vivid annotations.I look down, and I'm not a fan of pumps with complicated cross straps that make my feet look too much like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.But these low-browed leathers slenderly wrap around her, around her ankles, clinging up... I look up again, when the black dress shuts me out, and her lines are outlined again , even if the designer himself is here, I am afraid that he would not dare to be greedy for more credit.

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

Miss Pender patted me hard on the arm.

I patted my chest, this time it was too innocent: "What's wrong?"

"It's still morning!" She looked serious, a little annoyed, and seemed to be trying to hide her unspeakable thoughts.

"I didn't do anything!" I emphasized.

Miss Pender didn't buy it at all: "The way you look at me already speaks for itself."

"Me," I breathed, "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 changed the subject, "How is it? Do they still suit me?"

"Fit. [-]% fits the description of a 'beautiful dress', and a little bit prettier than I thought it would be." I added, "Can you explain what makes my shoes boring?"

My shoes are fine.Her shoes are too fancy, and a few pairs of flat shoes can't be said to be the perfect eggs under an overturned nest.

Miss Pender simply ignored my words.It can be seen that she is in a good mood today, and I don't know if it's because she received the skirt, or because she has certain expectations for my "careful planning" today.Today I have something to ask of others, so I can't offend them in advance.So I silently swallowed the discussion of the difference in shoe taste.

We took the green line to the restaurant that sells the best Hainanese chicken rice in the world.In fact, that restaurant only has Hainanese chicken rice, so it might be more appropriate to call it "Hainan bone-in chicken rice".There are indeed such words written on the signboard, but "Hainan bone-in chicken rice" is everywhere in Singapore. It is not easy to find this one.I was also taken there by accident 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 Pender kept asking questions along the way, and I really admire her learning speed.Because I have no contact with other foreigners who are learning Chinese, it is difficult to make comparisons. However, after knowing this, I have also browsed a lot of questions and answers on Chinese learning, and I know that tones, polyphonic characters and some special grammar are for native English speakers. Pain points.

Among these difficulties, the tone is said to be the most difficult, but she seems to have a kind of magical power, through imagination based on real experience and monotonous and paper-based descriptions, across culture and logic, to realize Chinese before learning itself understanding.

That's what talent is all about.

We got off at Bugis.It has just rained here, the air is fresh, and it is most suitable for walking.She really enjoys walking with me, but most of my attention is on her high heels.Her tolerance for this is indeed much higher than mine, maybe it has something to do with the experience of dancing Latin dance.

Raffles can occasionally see women in the workplace wearing ten centimeters high heels and running wildly, but they are either in finance or in the fashion industry, which is far away from me. I don't think this kind of mastery of balance should be the normal state of people.

She expands my normality.

Miss Pan De remained relaxed and walked side by side with me, following my guidance from time to time.She was also humming a little tune, which seemed to be learned in "Easy Steps to Chinese" - note, it is the children's version of "Easy Ways to Learn Chinese".

When I went to her house today, I found that she had turned the first two textbooks into a thick one, lying on the bottom with all her teeth and claws, which was in stark contrast to the brand new companions.I don't know whether to use the "children's version" to tease her, or to praise her for being so hardworking in addition to her daily affairs.Later, I saw her skirt, and the focus was completely off the mark, and I forgot about it.

Thinking of this, I asked, "What nursery rhyme did you sing? Do you remember the name?"

"I don't think it has a name, but it seems like everyone can sing it. I've seen it in some forums." Miss Pender sang a few 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 devotedly.

The problem is, this is not something I can recall when I put my emotions into it when singing!Although I also know that "Song of Going to School" or "Little Conch" will not be taught in textbooks, the vocabulary and grammar are difficult after all-I really don't want her to associate such songs with my childhood, so I said: "I Guess it might not be a very popular song among native Chinese speakers. But people usually know a poem about numbers, would you like to hear it?"

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

Miss Pender's expression was strange: "I'm sure this poem doesn't mean what you said. What are 'eight, nine, and ten flowers'? That's 27 flowers."

I spread my hands. "Well, it's 'about eight, nine or ten flowers'."

Her expression got even weirder.

I changed my words: "That means there are many flowers. It is very common in Chinese to use numbers as virtual fingers."

"False finger?" She narrowed her eyes.

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

The potential diners of the "Secret Base" are very limited, except for those who work nearby, there are only old foodies who come from afar.Before, I thought it was not open on weekends at all, but later I found out that there is a pick-up point to Malay nearby, and it will still be open at noon on Saturday.Of course, in the current situation, people in the car can't count on it. I was worried that the boss would not open the door, so I asked in advance.

The road is very quiet. A few shared bicycles scattered here and there, the exterior walls of old office buildings that look a bit depressed, and the occasional lack of corner bricks on the sidewalk, all of which make Miss Pande more and more curious.She looked around occasionally, as if she was looking for the place I was dreaming of.

I thought it was funny, but I was also afraid that she would get angry when she saw her later: how dare I say that I want to take her to eat in the food court?

The aroma of Hainan chicken rice is much more convincing than mine.

The author has something to say: This chapter has left enough geographical location clues for everyone.I know that some readers of this article live in Singapore, and I believe everyone agrees that ○Tong Kee and Tian X Chicken Rice are terrible.Omit the three hundred words of the food review.The restaurants mentioned in this article are basically real (but the stories are purely fictitious, and the characters, companies, and plots have nothing to do with reality, please do not substitute them). This Hainanese chicken rice is really delicious, so I want to talk about it separately .At the same time, because it is so delicious, Li Yaotuomeng (crossed out) asked me not to mention it, after all, it is his secret base—the angel who left a message to ask before should learn to be a detective by himself.

I hope that the little angels who read this chapter can eat delicious food this whole week!