black swan girlfriend

The flight was long and boring, and as night fell, the flight attendant gently reminded the passengers to close the portholes while distributing blankets.

After the slight turmoil passed, most of the cabin could no longer hold on to sleep, and occasionally a few hard-working figures were still typing on the keyboard.

Wen Mingli, half asleep and half awake, was still thinking about how Shang Jing asked the auction house how she should do Tai Chi after she was furious, and at the same time deeply felt that this trip was too fucked up.

Her relationship experience is not complicated. So far, she has talked with two boyfriends, and they all broke up peacefully.Sometimes I can still receive emails from my ex-boyfriend at Christmas. Maybe it’s because I’ve been in the adult circle for too long. I never imagined that one day I would be forced to run away by a college student in his 20s.

No one will believe you if you say it!

Shang Jing's behavior was quite normal at the beginning. She hadn't started school yet when the project started, and Wen Mingli fawned on her mother every time but was rejected every time, which made her think that Mr. Qi didn't care much about the painting at all...

It's ashamed to say that she has worked in the auction house for so long. Although she can count the advantages of the things she handles with her fingers, she really can't appreciate them.

Some people can realize the true meaning of life by looking at the lines and dots of ink in a daze, but she has not cultivated any awareness after spending so long with artworks every day.

The opportunity to return to China this time did not come easily. Although Chen Zitao had gained some fame in the past two years, the price of the auction items was not high, so it was not considered a big deal.

The boss Andre ran three lines, and the other two were in the United States. The travel expenses in foreign countries were enough to make the boss feel distressed. If she revealed that Mr. Qi didn't value it, the trip would be ruined.

Wen Mingli still wants to go back to his hometown to have a look.

Seeing that there was no breakthrough on the older side, she tried to get closer to the younger one.

The secretariat left Shang Jing's phone number, Wen Mingli tried to search it, and added Shang Jing's WeChat.

I don't know if it's because the life of the second generation is too rich, and I haven't seen it through after waiting for two days.

Wen Mingli went directly to the villa to block people with the gift.

The security of the villas is very good. When entering the door, first register the ID card. Wen Mingli took out his passport and stuffed two cigarettes for the guard.

She said, "I'm here to visit a client and show up with a gift. If you're tired, make a home phone call for me. If she doesn't see her, I'll just put my things down and leave. I won't bother you. I'll be there soon. "

Seeing that she could tell the phone number and the location of the villa, the guard tried to dial.

Sure enough, the line was busy.

Wen Mingli forced the doorman to dial three times, and only picked up the last time.

Shang Jing's hoarse voice came from the phone line: "Who?"

After the doorman explained, Wen Mingli took it. As soon as she said something to Miss Shang, Shang Jing said, "Go and buy me breakfast."

...Does the rich second generation also have housekeeping?

Wen Mingli opened the door and went in, and saw the messy pile of clothes and cardboard boxes in the hall, and then walked in the open kitchen was clean and tidy, and it didn't look like it had been touched at all.

Shang Jing made a voice call and said, "Take the elevator to the second basement floor."

This villa has four floors on the ground and two floors underground. It is said that the developer wants to make up six characters.

The second basement floor is a huge game hall. Shang Jing is sitting cross-legged on the carpet to play the game. The mobile phone is the console, and the live game is projected on the screen. The special effects of various moves are dazzling.

There were fast food bowls and chopsticks piled up next to Miss Shang.

Seeing Wen Mingli approaching, he didn't lift his eyes: "What did you buy?"

Wen Mingli: "Porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, buns, shrimp dumplings, side dishes."

"Come and feed me."

"........."

Shang Jing turned to look at her, "Hurry up? I can't move my hands, I'm starving to death."

Wen Mingli is wearing a basic white shirt and a dark gray simple skirt today. When she goes out, she considers walking and replacing her shoes with flat heels, but this does not mean that she can squat down to feed the young lady.

Wen Mingli: "My clothes are inconvenient."

Shang Jing gave a "tsk" when she heard the words, and finally took a distracted look at the guests, then got up and sat on the sofa and said, "You have a coffee table at hand."

Wen Mingli had no choice but to put the rice on the small coffee table first, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a shrimp dumpling, and handed it to Shang Jing's mouth under his hand.

Serving Shang Jing for a meal was exhausting, the shrimp dumplings were so small, one bite at a time, she insisted on splitting it into two bites, Wen Mingli felt the soup sprayed on her several times.

At least the bowl could be picked up when feeding the porridge, but Wen Mingli's hands were sore after only two mouthfuls, so she quietly put down the bowl to rest.

Shang Jing bumped her with her elbow, "Don't be lazy!"

The angry Wen Mingli directly stuffed two steamed buns into her mouth.

After finally waiting for Shang Jing to wave her hand and say that she was full, Wen Mingli remembered that the gifts she had brought were still piled up at the door. The villa complex was too big, and it was unrealistic for her to come here with so many things by herself. she came.

She asked Shang Jing, "Where do I put the things I brought?"

Shang Jing: "Auntie will clean up, where are you going?"

Wen Mingli had already walked to the door, and she had a few drops of soup on her arm. Seeing that the rich second generation was not easy to serve, she wanted to withdraw, but she definitely couldn't say that in front of Shang Jing, "My clothes are dirty, look for them Go to the bathroom."

Shang Jing threw the phone aside impatiently and stood up, "Go to the bathroom and ask me, why are you running around?"

She walked over to Wen Mingli and pulled her sleeves to watch, "Come with me and change clothes."

Shang Jing's room was on the third floor, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a walk-in closet, and a high ceiling that seemed a bit empty, and her words seemed to echo.

Shang Jing picked out a smoky gray long dress with a dust bag sealed on it, Shang Jing said, "I just bought it, go in and change it."

She didn't go out either, and sat on the changing bench with a natural expression.

Wen Mingli took a few steps inside, but still closed the gauze curtain.

That day Wen Mingli just sat in the basement and watched her play the game for two hours, but he couldn't find an excuse to retreat.

After Shang Jing finished a plate, she took the opportunity to say, "My clothes should be dry."

Shang Jing hummed, and then said in that strange tone, "Go cook for me, don't put garlic."

Wen Mingli: "Is there no aunt coming?"

Shang Jing: "Resign, the new one hasn't arrived yet, I don't want to eat takeaway, hurry up and do it."

Wen Mingli didn't agree, and said vaguely, "I'll go up and have a look first."

The kitchen is on the first floor, and Wen Mingli saw that there were no vegetables in the refrigerator, what a fart.

She can only place an order on the grocery shopping software out of her own pocket, and then go to the third floor to find her own clothes.

That day Wen Mingli simply made a vegetable salad and a pasta, consciously completed the task, sent a message and then withdrew.

She stuffed the smoky gray dress into the washing machine and left a note to remind her.

But Miss Shang didn't have time to care about it at all, and the two hadn't contacted each other for several days.

Wen Mingli called the secretariat several times in a row, but was fooled back by others. He had already booked a ticket back to his hometown in frustration, and planned to go back after paying the boss' fare for nothing.

Unexpectedly, the night before departure, she suddenly received a call asking her to pick up someone at the champagne bar.

It was only after she arrived that she recognized Shang Jing.

A girl pointed at her and said, "Why is the surrogate driver here so late?"

Wen Mingli didn't explain either, she wanted to say that I would call another driver, but Shang Jing raised her head in a daze and saw that it was her, who was going this way.

The girl said, "Miss, don't move around, I can't support you anymore."

The girl gave her a car key, "It's in the underground garage, I'll help her up when I drive up."

It was a low-slung sports car with a smooth shape, and you could hear a sexy sound when you stepped on the accelerator.

Andre's prodigal son hadn't gotten his hands on it for a long time, and Shang Jing was all set on it.

Wen Mingli didn't have enough times to go back to China in recent years, and he was not proficient in using the software. After finally placing the order, the driver saw the model of the car and made a phone call. He apologized and then canceled the winning bid.

Wen Mingli breathed a sigh of relief but still couldn't help but patted the steering wheel hard. They had been parked by the side of the road for half an hour.

The female companion put her in the car and said, "Do you know the place?"

Then he was escorted into the bar.

The doorman kept urging, but Wen Mingli had no choice but to step on the accelerator and drive for a while, but the sports car was different from the ones she had driven before, it was very light, and passing through the speed bump was like an earthquake, making people uncomfortable, so she had to stop temporarily for fear of accident by the road.

The co-pilot, Shang Jing fastened her seat belt and was sleeping soundly with her head tilted. Under the illumination of the interior lights, she could see her rosy cheeks. Wen Mingli was sulking. Seeing her unconscious, she lifted up her cheeks as a prank. She put her cold palm on her hair and said, "Shang Jing? Wake up, the traffic police are here to post the ticket."

Of course a drunkard would not make any noise, Wen Mingli got out of the car to buy something after warming her hands, and when she got in the car with the bowl of Kanto cooking, she heard Shang Jing say, "Are you eating in my car? "

Wen Mingli picked up the bamboo wheel and hesitated for a few seconds before taking a bite, and then said in a strange way, "Do you want to eat?"

Shang Jing didn't speak, she thought the second generation was angry, but she raised her hair and came over and swallowed the bamboo wheel that she had bitten half.

Then he said, "Why is it so spicy?"

"Get out of the car and eat, the car is full of smell."

Wen Mingli didn't dare to drive, Shang Jing drank and the driver didn't take the order, they stood in that quiet street with the street lights dutifully on, Shang Jing put his hands in his pockets and watched her finish eating.

After Shang Jing tipped 1000 yuan with her mobile phone, someone trotted over to take the two of them back to the villa.

Wen Mingli was really tired that night, seeing Shang Jing pointing to the guest room, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

When she got up the next day, she found that Shang Jing was lying beside her, face to face, covered with a quilt, her breathing was entangled, and she was so hot that she was sweating.

Wen Mingli sat up quietly, and before he could find his shoes, the people behind him woke up.

She had a bad tone: "You want to go?"

Seeing her hugging the quilt, Wen Mingli suddenly felt absurd that she was ruining others, she subconsciously denied it: "I can't find my shoes..."

Shang Jing yawned and got out of bed to look for slippers, and she was still barefoot when she knelt down to put on donkey brand sandals for Wen Mingli.

"Just right," she said.

The height of the two is similar, and the shoe size is naturally not much different.

Shang Jing looked up at her, their eyes met, and there was an indescribable strange feeling all the way up her back, and Wen Mingli's ankles that were being held by someone instantly felt numb and hot.

She earned it uncomfortably.

Shang Jing got up and said, "What's for breakfast?"