rose with snow

After the person in charge left, Huai Xu looked down at the black envelope in his hand.

Beside the peeling paint wall is a gift wrapped in a satin bowknot. It has been raining for days without sunlight, and the faint musty smell in the air is intertwined with the elegant perfume smell on the gift. The smell is unspeakably hot.

Everything is out of place.

What it meant for Song Yingshi to hand her the room card was self-evident.

The room card in her hand was like reminding Huai Xu of the fact that she was taken care of, humble and humble.

Huai Xu put the room card aside and stopped giving any more glances.

As she walked to the mirror, alone, there was a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Song Ming, and Song Yingshi, all because of this face, she couldn't understand their logic.

She once wanted to slash her face with a box knife, but then changed her mind.

It's not her who should pay the price.

Huai Xu's mood calmed down strangely, and there was nothing that could make her very concerned.

She put away the scissors properly, washed her face, and went to the draft interview.

At six o'clock in the morning, a Mulsanne parked downstairs where Huai Xu lived, and the driver in white gloves stood in front of the car and waited.

It is really a rare thing to see such a scene in this dilapidated urban fringe community, and the residents of the community who get up early often pay more attention to it.

Until Huai Xu came down from upstairs.

A pretty poor girl, picked up in a nice car.

Many people showed subtle expressions of contempt.

Compared with Huai Xu's VIP treatment, Song Yingshi jogged to the hotel by herself, and when she arrived at the hotel, she was sweating profusely, out of breath, and very happy.

She likes the feeling of sweating.

This body is not bad at all, she just needs to keep it up.In addition to daily dance practice, fitness should also be arranged.

Song Yingshi was thinking, and went to the suite to take a shower.

She went out early, and it wasn't until eight o'clock when she got out of the shower. Song Yingshi replied to the message in her bathrobe, and brushed up on the girl troupe dance for a while, before she heard a beep at the door.

Huai Xu must have arrived.

Song Yingshi was walking towards the small living room, just as she met the person in charge and Huai Xu who walked in.

Song Yingshi was thinking about yesterday's dismount, and her expression was colder than Huai Xu's:

"It's on time."

Huai Xu looked at the bathrobe on her body, his expression changed instantly.

The person in charge next to him was imagining.

Isn't Miss Song too impatient, ready in the morning?

But why is Ms. Song taking a bath and waiting for Ms. Huai, who is... Stop, you can't think of a special customer like that!

The person in charge slammed on the brakes, exited consciously and sensiblely, and closed the door tightly.

In the room, Song Yingshi, who didn't know that she was misunderstood, walked to the small dining table and said:

"Come here, eat first and then work."

Hearing the word "work", Huai Xu had the urge to turn around and leave.

After weighing, she walked over and sat down opposite Song Yingshi.

The food on the table is colorful and high-end. If you look closely, it is a fancy combination of boiled eggs, vegetables, lean meat, milk and coarse grains.

Song Yingshi said: "Eat."

After finishing speaking, I picked up a boiled egg and ate it, which was very sweet and delicious.

That look of enjoyment made Huai Xu almost think that the hard-boiled egg in his hand was actually a delicacy prepared by the chef, but it just looked like a hard-boiled egg.

After eating it, it turns out that it is just an ordinary egg, no different from the ones that cost a few cents in the supermarket.

Huai Xu put it down after eating half of it. She prefers fried soft-boiled eggs.

She didn't touch the eggs until she finished her salad and toast.

Song Yingshi finished the big meal contentedly, and looked at the half-untouched hard-boiled egg on Huaixu's plate, feeling extremely regretful:

"Why don't you eat?"

"I do not want to eat."

"Eggs are so good."

Huai Xu looked at Song Ying: "I don't like boiled eggs."

Song Yingshi also knew that some people just don't like the taste of eggs. Although it's a pity, she didn't force Huaixu, she just said:

"Okay, then you finish the meat." Otherwise, the protein intake is not enough.

Huai Xu ate the bitter chrysanthemum slowly: "If you are a money maker, you don't care what you eat?"

pricked again by the thorns of the rose.

Huai Xu didn't have a good chat, and Song Yingshi reacted very quickly, never giving Huai Xu a chance to show off her might, and said with a straight face:

"Eggs and meat must be the same."

It was as if he said "you must choose one between the bathroom and the balcony tonight" with an unquestionable momentum.

"..."

"Also, don't call me the patron, call me the boss."

Song Yingshi immediately clarified the relationship between superiors and subordinates, and said seriously.

Song Yingshi finished reading the plot of the original book as a bedtime reading last night, and suddenly woke up.

What are the benefits of being Huaixu's patron?

Don't you see that in the original book, there is a little white flower in the bosom, and Song Ming's abuse of the little white flower did not produce a flower bone of love, but he lost half his life because of love and drinking.

The other two didn't fare much better.

Roaring at Huai Xu, he yelled splits from his own throat.

Wanting to impress Huai Xu, Huai Xu went to the hospital for a look even though her stomach was perforated.

Wanting to monopolize Huai Xu, pulling hair with two other men, the company's affairs are all over the place.

Watching Song Ying's era has a strong sense of immersion and a strong sense of crisis.

It's really unlucky to be a benefactor.

However, in the author's writing, this is all a trick of God's will, and Xiao Baihua is very innocent.

Song Yingshi reluctantly accepted this explanation, and at the same time changed her thinking:

The funder is just a name, and she wants to be the boss of capitalism for Huai Xu, so that she can understand the dangers of society.

On her first day in office, Boss Song looked at her employee Huai Xu and announced:

"You don't need to record in the next period, and don't go to work. Let me arrange your schedule. You will be very tired today, so now, eat well."

With that said, he filled Huai Xu with pure milk.

Feeding is quite good.

"..."

For some reason, the urge to retort that Huai Xu had just raised gradually faded amidst the sound of tons of milk.

While Huai Xu was drinking milk, Song Yingshi had already finished her breakfast and got up to go to the bedroom.

The bedroom door was not closed, half-closed, like a hint, like an invitation, like the room card.

Huai Xu gulped down the milk.

After the milk was finished, Song Yingshi changed into normal clothes and appeared in front of the door.

Huai Xu raised his eyebrows.

Song Yingshi said: "Have you finished eating?"

Huai Xu: "Yes."

Song Yingshi glanced at the phone: "I'm going out for a while, you stay here, I'll have someone teach you later, you study hard, and wait for me to come back to check and accept."

Huai Xu turned coldly: "What do you want me to learn?"

?

Song Yingshi hated herself a little bit, she was dirty, and she could guess what Huai Xu was thinking in a second, it was all caused by surfing the Internet.

But seeing the high-cold little white flower change face in a second, Song Yingshi was subtly refreshed, and changed her words, smiling sweetly:

"What do you say?"

"..."

"Study hard, my inspection is very careful."

After Song Yingshi finished speaking, she hummed and left, leaving Huaixu alone to wait for the unknown "teaching".

Huai Xu didn't plan to wait, guessing that it was time for Song Yingshi to go to the garage, so she picked up her bag and left.

The door opened, facing a group of people in front of them.

Men and women, dressed in different styles.

Both sides stared at each other.

The other party's leader said: "Are you Huai Xu?"

"……Um."

"We are the teachers that Ms. Song hired for you. We are responsible for your vocal music class, composition class, dance class, body class, expression management class, stage class, general knowledge class in the entertainment industry, fitness class, and culture class."

Huai Xu couldn't get back to his senses: "What?"

"We have all read your information and tailored high-quality courses for you. According to the schedule, you have 11 classes today, and the time is very tight. Let's start!"