Chapter 22 Square Face 7 Xiao Yang was particularly depressed.
Xiao Yang was particularly depressed.
Liu Binghai's words, "120,000, will you pay?", suddenly made him feel like a waste.
She didn't say anything before, and he didn't think much of it. But now, seeing her stabbing someone for Liu Erxiong, was it because he was so useless that he forced her to become a fighting cock, a poisonous snake, and a strong-willed woman?
Xiao Yang drank and thought about the changes in his girlfriend these days. He felt uncomfortable. She used to have endless things to say to him, but now she has become accustomed to not telling him anything and not discussing things with him.
He must be so useless that he disappointed her.
It is said that if you are not here when I need you, you don’t need to be here in the future.
hehe……
Liu Binghai still had her hair tied in a high ponytail, and the mole on her brow had turned from burgundy to brown-red, making her look a little more low-key and no longer so ostentatious. Although she didn't make much extra money from selling melons every day, she found it quite interesting to be a voyeur of life on the streets of this strange city.
What's boring is work.
When the time agreed with Dashan to discuss the script came, she asked him to go to a coffee shop outside to avoid giving him any chance to take advantage of her on the sofa.
Dashan saw a video on Weibo of her stabbing a man in the groin.
Seeing her stabbing him with a long knife coldly and sternly, he was not afraid, but his eyes lit up.
He likes tough girls. When a tough girl is moved by him and can't help herself, it is like a drunken concubine who is so captivating...
He was very confident in himself and believed that it was impossible for Liu Binghai to stab him like this. After all, he was a man as beautiful as a Barbie doll.
He always went around in circles with her, sometimes discussing his views on men with her, sometimes discussing his experiences with men and women with her.
Dashan rested his white and delicate hands on his chin and asked playfully, "Miss Meng, have you ever had a boyfriend?"
Liu Binghai said: "My last name is Liu."
Dashan said, "But I think you're cute."
Drift Ice Sea...
No one has ever used the word cute to describe her, and she doesn't think she can handle this word well.
Oh no... I was also cute for a few days when I turned into a piglet in my previous life.
"Let's discuss the script, Mr. Oyama."
Dashan is very good at changing the subject. He doesn't flirt directly, but will talk about men and women silently.
Liu Binghai simply lowered his head and read the script.
The script is this:
In the first scene, a pair of first lovers meet by chance. The man and the woman look at each other with deep affection.
In the second scene, the two rekindle their old feelings and cannot stop themselves, but they have no contraceptive tools.
In the third scene, the man didn't care about anything else and pushed the woman against the wall.
In the fourth scene, the woman quickly opened a direct delivery website to place an order, and her "little happiness" came.
In the fifth scene, the woman lies on the bay window, stroking her thighs in a trance, recalling her youthful days.
In the fifth scene, the man offers the woman a glass of milk and looks at her lovingly.
Dashan explained the plot to her: "We can also recruit partners for milk and direct delivery platforms here. One video, three ads, how great."
This kind of video always has the same plot. Liu Binghai closed the script and said, "Let me show it to President Han."
When an ugly woman pretends to be prudish, she can always ignite the passion of frivolous men.
I had an indecent desire to see what strange faces these hypocritical women had when they took off their disguises.
Dashan opened his cute crystal eyes and looked at the drifting ice sea. "Ms. Meng, we need to rehearse our script."
"How do we rehearse?"
"Let's rehearse and see how it goes."
Liu Binghai recalled the night when he pushed Han Chong against the wall.
I guess he's also feeling nauseous in his heart just like he is now...
Liu Binghai laughed and said, "I only rehearse with men of larger sizes. Are you a size L?"
The mountains...
This woman really dares to say anything!
——
I heard that the mountains have never taken any advantage of the drifting ice sea.
So the workload of the Drift Ice Sea suddenly increased.
She was responsible for the director's storyboard script, the coordination of the shooting process between the male and female actors, the reporting of the shooting budget, and even the preparation of printing materials!
Forget about the other things, materials are clearly an administrative matter, and she is not an administrator!
Even the old woman who loved to flatter could not help but feel a little sympathy for her.
Seeing her working overtime, I wish I could give her two more hours of vacation.
Two hours?
hehe……
"You're welcome." Liu Binghai said.
After finishing storyboards and preparing materials, I finish work almost at midnight every day and don’t even have time to sell melons.
Liu Binghai began to draw little people on paper.
She drew a little naked figure with his upper body ripped open by a long knife.
The panties were exposed, gray, like a bikini.
□□The air is leaking, and the little guy has a sad face.
After thinking about it, he added two big pectoral muscles to his naked upper body.
The painting of a sexy muscular man standing in the wind with his mouth wide open was completed.
Liu Binghai was very satisfied, raised his eyebrows, and went home to sleep.
When she got home, she counted the money. In addition to the debt she was going to pay Ma Zi, she still owed 15,000 yuan.
Because there is only 5,000 in the card.
Looking at this house, she suddenly wanted to find a rich man.
But just thinking about it, she is a strong, brave, independent and kind woman.
In fact, she doesn't want to be strong, brave, independent and kind, but if she is not strong, brave, independent and kind, she will be deducted points.
I fell asleep holding the original owner's big white doll, and dreamed that I was back to the small farm. Every day I would relax and bask in the sun on the farm. Although there were mines around me, there were people to carry them.
I slept so well that I woke up late the next day.
I hurried to the company, only to find that my storyboard script was missing.
I looked around but couldn't find it.
She asked her colleagues, and they said that President Han called early in the morning to ask for the script, and they delivered it to Liu Binghai.
Liu Binghai felt a chill in his heart.
The little man I drew yesterday seemed to have been accidentally stuck in there...
——
Han Chong looked at the little man in the script, his face disheveled in the wind.
Provocation! Tease! This is definitely a blatant provocation! Tease!
Han Chong took a look at the little man, shirtless, with a sexy body, and a rather imposing demeanor standing on the street, with a huge hole in his ass.
"Mr. Han, your coffee." The assistant brought the coffee and saw the big boss staring at the script with a stern face.
"What is this?" The assistant leaned forward and was startled when he saw the little man.
That little guy really, really looks like...the big boss.
Who is this? His painting skills are so sophisticated.
An abstract version of the big boss appeared on the paper...
But I don’t know whether his underwear is gray... The assistant couldn’t help but secretly glance down.
The obscene behavior was discovered by the boss.
He looked at the assistant coldly: "What are you doing?"
The assistant touched his nose and said, "Oh, it's nothing..."
"What are you doing."
Look at your □□, don’t you understand this?
The assistant chuckled and said, "Boss, this couldn't have been done by that little girl Liu Yimeng."
Little girl? Han Chong's heart sank.
Is she also a little girl?
That day, she locked him up at home and insisted on rehearsing love-making with him. Now, she is using this shady trick to secretly express her feelings to him.
What on earth does this woman want?
Seeing that he looked so elegant, I approached him...
Han Chong angrily held the little mannequin in his hand and was about to tear it apart, but suddenly stopped, opened it and took a look.
The painting is indeed quite similar...
snort……
He angrily threw the little man into the trash can.
Thinking back to the day when Liu Binghai was at his house, staring at him boldly and wantonly, the Overlord wanted to take the bait and push him against the door panel to do a wall-bang...
Han Chong's cheeks felt hot and cold.
He subconsciously wrapped his shirt tightly around him, as if he was worried that the wretched woman would suddenly appear and attack him.
Ugly and dissolute, I don't know where the confidence comes from...
Just as I was thinking about it, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
It’s Jiang Xiaoluo.
He smiled sweetly at Han Chong, "Boss Han."
Han Chong looked up at her.
This girl has always impressed him. She is very different from that wretched girl. The wretched girl always speaks in a muddled way, unlike Ms. Jiang, who knows etiquette and propriety.
She has a sweet smile, and the key is that her face is not square.
Han Chong watched quietly, then suddenly came to his senses.
Damn it, why is he comparing her to that woman again!
Jiang Xiaoluo looked at him and smiled sweetly, "Boss Han, Mengmeng asked me to ask you what you think of the script and whether it can be finalized."
script?
Han Chong glanced at the trash can.
I'm afraid he asked someone to find out the whereabouts of that little guy.
He pretended nothing had happened, hummed, and handed the script to Jiang Xiaoluo, "Take a look at it, I want to hear your opinion."
Jiang Xiaoluo took it with a smile and said, "Okay, let me take a look. Although Mengmeng is straightforward, he has a good heart. Please don't mind him."
She just tried to smooth things over for Liu Yimeng based on her understanding of her during college.
As soon as I called in, I felt that something was wrong with Mr. Han's expression.
I don't know if there's something wrong with the script, or if Liu Yimeng said something wrong again...
Jiang Xiaoluo always smoothed things over for her, she was used to it, and this time was no exception.
Han Chong's face was still tense, "Why should I mind her?"
Who cares about that woman?
Jiang Xiaoluo smiled and said, "She speaks bluntly, has a dull personality, isn't very sociable, and doesn't like to dress up, but..."
Um?
"There are so many shortcomings?" Han Chong interrupted her.
That ugly woman has so many flaws?
After thinking about it, it seems so...
One more thing to add: obscene.
He knew all this, but it seemed inappropriate for someone else to say it.
Jiang Xiaoluo didn't finish his words and stared at him blankly.
Han Chong took a sip of coffee and said, "It's okay, let's read the script."
In the evening, Liu Binghai continued to sell melons on the street.
For some reason, the big boss approved the script so smoothly this time, and she finally had the opportunity to sell her truckload of good melons at a low price.
The weather is very hot, and I have been working overtime these days. The melons are about to go bad. After they are fully ripe, they are wilted and look listless.
Liu Binghai put up a sign next to the stall: 30% off sale.
It was still very hot at night. She squinted her eyes behind the tricycle and fanned herself with a large palm-leaf fan.
When I have nothing to do, I send WeChat messages to Dong Chun.
Dong Chun: Meng, are you okay? Has that wretched screenwriter bothered you again?
Liu Binghai: Yes, I made fun of him.
Dong Chun: ...What does anti-vulgarity mean?
Liu Binghai: I just think she is too small and don’t want to have sex with him.
Dong Chun: ...Mengmeng, you are speaking so rudely again...so stupid.
Drifting Ice Sea: I’m used to it, there’s nothing I can do about it.
Dong Chun: But the feeling is different from before.
This made Liu Binghai curious. What difference could there be?
Dong Chun said: I can’t explain it. Anyway, you always poisoned others in the past, which was harmful to others and not beneficial to yourself. Now you seem to be poisoning others as well, but harming others can benefit yourself, and it sounds really funny.
Is this true?
Liu Binghai thought about it.
It seems so.
Dong Chun: Are you and Xiao Yang okay?
Liu Binghai felt sleepy as soon as she saw these two words. If Dong Chun hadn't mentioned it, she almost forgot about this person.
Liu Binghai: Can we not mention him?
Dong Chun was a little worried: Mengmeng, young love is not easy. After all, you are college classmates. You should control your temper and listen to what he says.
Liu Binghai frowned: What do you mean?
After waiting for a long time, Dong Chun finally said: He called me a few days ago to talk about you...
Liu Binghai rolled his eyes.
How come this person is also a snitch?
Just when I was about to ask a few more questions, I was interrupted by someone selling melons.
The man was wearing a white shirt and standing in front of the stall, looking coldly at the cart of melons.
It's all rotten, why are you still selling it?
Shameless woman.
Liu Binghai looked up at him, then lowered his head again, "Buying melons?"
Han Chong said with a straight face, "It's almost rotten, why sell it?"
Blinded by greed, money-grubbing...
Liu Binghai looked up and pointed at the sign next to him: "70% off!"
"Three folds are also bad."
Liu Binghai stopped sending WeChat messages and looked up at this man who had no shortage of money. "What else can I do? You've been making me work overtime for the past few days. It's all gone to waste. If I don't sell it off, I won't have anything to eat next month."
The voice suddenly became weaker and sounded very pitiful.
Han Chong...
"Would you like to buy one?" the square-faced goddess asked again.
When she asked this, Han Chong unexpectedly said, "Then have one."
After all, it was he who caused her to not be able to sell melons for a week...
But he regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. She was poor and ugly, so what did it have to do with him!
He's not here to buy melons!
Liu Binghai weighed the rottenest melon and put it in his arms.
This one is totally rotten...
"There's nothing better." Han Chong said coldly.
Liu Binghai replied confidently, "The worst ones are hard to sell. Even the cunning ones won't buy them. The better ones are sold to those who are poorer than you. Don't you always say that the poorer you are, the more cunning you are?"
This reason was so sufficient that he had nothing to say.
Holding the rottenest melon in the world, Han Chong felt a little at a loss and even forgot why he was there.
After thinking for a long time, he suddenly took out a few small bills from his pocket and threw them into her coin box: "This is the half melon money from last time."
He doesn't want to take advantage of this ugly woman!
Last time she threw half a melon into his car, and he didn't pay for it in a hurry.
If you take half a melon, you might have to pay it back with □□. That's terrible.
After paying the money, he left, but halfway through he remembered that the big rotten melon had not paid him yet!
Bad mood.
When I got home and cut the melon open, I found that although the skin was rotten, the flesh inside was surprisingly sweet and juicy like honey, not at all like the dry skin.
It's true that you are what you sell.
These words popped up in Han Chong's mind, and he slapped his forehead halfway through his meal.
What does he mean?!
Liubing Hailiuliu continued selling melons on the street for another week.
Han Chong passed by here every now and then, and always saw her riding a tricycle alone late at night, loading and unloading goods, weighing, and chopping melons with great efficiency.
She looked very brave as she held the big knife to chop the melon. After chopping it, she quickly wrapped it in plastic wrap, put it into a plastic bag, and handed it to the buyer.
After selling everything, she packed up her stall alone, threw the bench into the tricycle, and rode away like she was riding a Hot Wheels. The starry sky, the sun and the moon did not slow down her riding speed. From the back, you would have thought she was riding a white dragon horse.
Sometimes when it rained, she would put up a roof and still be determined to sell all the rotten melons in the cart.
The numbers on the discount sign next to it are getting lower and lower, from 30% off, to 20% off, and then to 10% off.
Han Chong watched and suddenly felt a little guilty.
It was he who deliberately made things difficult for her, causing her to delay for a week, and she was forced to sell this batch of no longer fresh melons at a low price. It seemed that he had some responsibility for this matter.
He earns tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, a year and doesn't care about these small amounts of money, but that might be her meal allowance for three meals a day.
Although he hated her, he felt a little uncomfortable that he had made a miserable person even more miserable.
After all, he is pure and perfect, and cannot become a hurtful executioner.
Pulling the car to the side of the road, he said to the driver, "Go buy that truckload of rotten melons."
The driver was very surprised, "What?"
Han Chong said, "Eat."
“Can you eat rotten melons?”
"Rotten on the outside, sweet on the inside."
The driver was very curious, "How did you know?"
Han Chong paused for a moment...
"Just go when I tell you to. Stop talking nonsense!"
The driver went to pick up a truckload of rotten melons in a listless manner, left the delivery address to Liu Binghai, and asked her to deliver the melons to this address.
Liu Binghai glanced at the car opposite from a distance, took the address and said nothing.
The driver returned to the car and said to the boss, "Boss, you are very merciful today."
Han Chong also watched from afar as Liu Binghai was busy packing up his stall.
It's going to rain and she doesn't seem to have brought an umbrella.
But it had nothing to do with him.
He bought the melon because he didn't want her affairs to have anything to do with him anymore.
That's all.
After selling the cart of rotten melons, she bought another cart of good melons and continued selling them.
As he continued to sell, he became famous outside of the night school.
She invented a "love confession fruit" to give to the boy or girl she likes.
The love confession piece is made by cutting watermelon into thin slices and forming them into roses. The roses are arranged into a heart shape in the safety box, and blueberries are used on top to make mini Blue Roses. It is simple, generous and sweet.
People come to buy it almost every day. Even if they are not expressing their love, they can take it home to eat with their family. It is cheap anyway.
Selling melons on the drifting ice sea also adds a sense of design, and a variety of fruit boxes began to appear on her tricycle.
Every time he sold melons, there was always a little boy helping him.
Han Chong also asked his driver to buy a box.
After tasting it, he curled his lips.
The combination of watermelon and blueberries tastes really strange. It turns out that these vulgar people are not worthy of his noble and elegant temperament.
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