Chapter 12: Massaging the back and shoulders of a wealthy woman. Are you Chinese? ...
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Du Yuanshan sat down beside the electric fireplace and flipped open the newspaper. "Look, look!"
The crackling of firewood made the air seem to be filled with the rich scent of pine.
The middle-aged man's deep voice drowned out the sound of firewood: "Wife, you look so focused and attentive when reading foreign newspapers."
The good man is full of nice words.
Du Yuanshan's tone softened, and she said sadly, "Foreign languages are like tadpoles, and I can't understand them."
It’s not that she doesn’t understand English at all. If she says “how are you?” and the whole world responds to her with “fine, thank you, and you?”, then she will confidently say the password:
“I’m fine, too.”
But the rules of operation of this strange world do not follow common sense.
"Look at the photo in the newspaper!" The air, like bubbles in beer, spread again. Du Yuanshan, her manicure lifted, jabbed the Korean actress's face like a dart, but stopped just a centimeter away. Instead, she stroked the actress's cheek with her fingertips. "...Which dermatologist did that? Her face is so soft."
The female celebrities in the newspapers have apple cheeks that defy gravity, are soft, elastic and smooth, and have an extraordinary brightness.
Du Yuanshan touched her face and was filled with envy.
A middle-aged man's disdainful voice can be heard in the video: "Tsk, she is either photoshopped or faked, she is not as good as my wife."
See the brainless boast again.
Du Yuanshan was fed up and rolled her eyes.
At this time, the moon in Maple Leaf Country has not yet risen. The tiny stars have become the protagonists, struggling to decorate the dark sky.
Roll your eyes halfway around the world——
Outside the office window, sunlight broke through the clouds and couldn't wait to come in. Shen Dahe pulled down the blinds, pulled open the disposable chopsticks, and poked the vegetables in the lunch box.
The time difference between night and day is vividly reflected in the video.
——Comrade Shen Dahe, who was on the other side of the earth, accurately caught Du Yuanshan’s rolling eyes.
He quickly took a screenshot and hid it in a secret album called "Someone's Ugly Photos." If she treated him badly, he would take out his "collected photos" and accurately snipe her, filling it with their wedding photos.
"You're just eating this?" Du Yuanshan said disdainfully, "Where's the meat?"
Shen Dahe came to his senses, picked up some green vegetables, and spread them on top of the braised pork like burying a corpse.
After quietly completing the small movements, he adjusted the camera lens and sighed, "...I can't eat anymore."
"What's wrong with you?" Ever since Du Yuanshan came to Maple Leaf Country, the old man at home had been listless and sighing all day. She was unreasonably nervous and urged him, "Go to the hospital for a check-up! You've been smoking, drinking, and staying up all night. If you keep doing this, I'll divorce you!"
“…”
Uh, overacting? Shen Dahe loosened his fingers, put down his chopsticks, and looked up.
In the video, a figure suddenly appeared behind my wife's radiant face.
The darkness reduces the video quality, the figure has an ominous aura, and the walking posture is very strange.
The camera only captured his calves, and his movements were unclear. It was like an actor in a horror movie standing on a slide, moving forward silently.
The ghost even has lines.
——"Hey, Director Shen is doing a food broadcast?"
"..." Shen Dahe wanted to throw the lunch box on Chen Che's head, "Why are you playing tricks on me?"
His jerk son raised his arms to show off his "trophies." He was clutching a paper shopping bag from a milk tea shop, like one from a famous brand like Donkey, Diao, or Xiang.
A row of milk tea bags were piled on the low table. Du Yuanshan opened the bag with her fingertips, unsure of what her son was up to. "Are you working part-time as a delivery driver?"
"Do you want some milk?" Chen Che picked out a cup, put a straw in it, and handed it to Du Yuanshan.
Milk? The holographic screen pulled up a built-in dietary calorie chart, and Du Yuanshan calculated the calories carefully.
Seeing that she didn't take it, Chen Che took back the milk tea, put the straw to his lips, and took a sip: "Sister, this is milk, not paraquat."
Du Yuanshan, whose hand fell empty, sighed: "Who said I don't drink?!"
In the video, Shen Dahe was worried for no reason: "Wife, you are already thin enough."
Chen Che added: "If you lose weight any more, don't act in "Snowland Wasteland" and act in "Skeleton Army" instead."
"What a bastard!"
The eldest young master left his cursing mother behind, ignored his cheesy father, and returned to his territory with milk in his left hand and water in his right hand.
The mailbox displays new emails.
He opened the small envelope.
[Ah, you got it! Isn't it cute?]
His eyes moved from left to right, counting with precision.
Including punctuation, the total is 14 characters.
Even advertising emails are more sincere than hers!
He drove to the mall without stopping - this was the first show of his beloved car after "recovering from work injury". He was so serious about it, but she was so casual about it?
How come she isn't envious or jealous at all?!
The moon was hanging high in the sky, and its bright light filled the cracks in the young master's expression.
His fingers flew as fast as an online writer rushing to update an article.
[It was you who asked me to go to Heytea to redeem the prize, and I redeemed it according to your instructions.]
Every punctuation mark hits the solar plexus like a drumbeat.
He stopped breathing and waited for a reply.
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"Full moon, full moon! Awooo—" Park Ye-jin raised her arms, a full moon reflected in her pupils. "My next comic will be about werewolves. What do you think?"
Chi Leyou raised his head from the computer and turned to his roommate, "Aren't your country full of nine-tailed foxes?"
"Nine-Tailed Fox is out," Park Ye-jin's eyes sparkled, her mind constantly radiating. "You know how popular werewolf novels are in Europe and America! The one I'm following on Wattpad..."
When Park Ye-jin talked about X/XV, her Chinese was not fluent, so she switched to English mixed with her mother tongue.
Chi Leyou struggled to understand the heavily Korean-sounding English and hesitated, "It sounds..."
"Well, how's it going?" Park Ye-jin switched to the Chinese internet buzzwords that Chi Leyou taught her.
"It looks like a failed comic that fills the Webtoon library." Chi Leyou sat backward in his swivel chair, 1.2 meters forward, with the small dining table blocking the way. "Draw what you're good at. That second-generation rich comic book last time was quite popular."
The comic is called "My Husband is a Crazy and Insane Rich Second Generation".
The book has a total of 47 collections, 7 of which are friends and relatives, and there are only 40 unauthorized readers, most of whom are fans attracted by Park Ye-jin's makeup and hair braiding tutorials shared on Instagram.
An email popped up on the phone.
As the 26 characters framed his eyes, Chi Leyou inexplicably smelled a hint of fatigue from the sender.
A sense of hindsight washed over me.
A worker like her put on doll costumes together and earned $90 by standing on the platform for three hours.
At this moment, she was leaning back in the comfortable swivel chair, while someone had not yet finished work.
In the evening, his job is to massage the rich woman's back and shoulders.
If the content is expanded further, it will be a color zone that we dare not even think about.
Chi Leyou growled, "She really deserves to die!" People are so tired, but she still urged people to go to the milk tea shop to redeem the badges.
A new email was born at her fingertips. With a swipe, the email was sent to the other end of the city with the moonlight.
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"How about we take an unconventional approach?" Chi Leyou thought about the hard-working men and said to the future cartoonist Park Dae. "How about we draw a story about a wealthy chaebol woman and a younger man?"
"Ahhh, Juses, Holy Mary," Park Ye-jin's long eyelashes, which she had grown herself, fluttered madly.
Boom—she fell back onto the bed, the cricket pupa moved to the head of the bed, and the pillow curved and flew to the opposite bed, and Park Ye-jin successfully dug out the digital tablet.
He never raised his head from the board.
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Chi Leyou's latest email: I'm sorry, I thought too simply. Please take care of yourself. I won't disturb you at work anymore!
Sitting in the study, with his head resting on a comfortable custom-made gaming chair, the young master felt as if he was in a fog.
He drove there and got a badge, so he wouldn't get tired.
work?
I want to debate with her again on the topic of "Whose good person works at night?"
Pia——The young master clapped his right hand on his left hand and could no longer talk to her.
She knows too much.
When he came to work at his home, he saw Du Yuanshan and him in the same frame with his own eyes, and then appeared in the team of fans who were seeing Du Yuanshan off.
Although she hasn't said anything nonsense on her social media accounts, it doesn't mean she won't do it in the future.
He has a face that is a one-to-one copy and paste of a big star. How can his fanatical fans contain themselves?
Shen Che resisted the urge to reply to the email and called his childhood friend on WeChat.
[Chen Che: What does it mean if someone posts "Take care of yourself, I won't disturb you at work"?]
The rough cut room of a domestic TV station.
Sang Shi is using a mask in AE software to select the young handsome guy whose house was ruined the day before yesterday.
His friend’s WeChat message made him suppress the burning sensation in his eyes and he replied: Brother, I haven’t slept all night and you are disturbing me at work.
[Chen Che: Not coming to ice fish anymore? Don't you want to eat yellow perch and northern pike anymore?]
[Zombie: Who said I'm not eating anymore? I can't leave! Damn Lu Ziyu, he asked his fans not to let the paparazzi take pictures! He didn't even close the curtains!]
[Chen Che: Please be polite. Also, please reply to my first message.]
Sang Shi curled his lips, scrolled through the news, and his eyes showed confusion as if he couldn't figure out the emperor's intentions.
[Zombie: Does the other party feel sorry for the workers?]
His Majesty was not satisfied, and attached was an imperial edict: The context time was 9 p.m.
Sang Shi was confused by Chen Che's inexplicable question.
According to the context time, there are only two types of people who work late at night.
In addition to hard-working people like him, there are also delivery guys, hospital emergency rooms, fire departments, police departments and other industries.
Which good person is working overtime late at night?
Apart from.
——Sang Shi separated the truth from the falsehood and replied to Shen Che: I am a worker in a special industry. It is very tiring to get up at night to work. I really need to have a good rest.
The news bombarded almost at the same time, Chen Che: Get lost.
And a huge landmine.
The mine exploded on the screen, and Sang Shi's expression became distorted: "..."
What about paying attention to quality?!
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My childhood friend can’t use it.
Chen Che wanted to use the Instagram user he had never met.
Although the other party has not posted any photos on Instagram, judging from the content of his posts, he is about the same age as me.
Brook: She clearly loves something in my hand, but she hasn't asked me for it. What does that mean?
Yoyolooping, who had no idea that he had become an "online strategist", happened to be online.
【Yyolooping: Gain honestly, keep properly.】
The message of explanation came.
Yoyolooping: My words weren't quite right. There's an old Chinese saying, "A gentleman loves wealth, but he gets it in a proper way." I think that's what the other person meant. If it's not yours, you shouldn't covet it or hold onto it. Even if they truly like it, they'll acquire it through their own abilities.
Among a bunch of English words, the eight Chinese characters are particularly eye-catching.
As a result, Chen Che stared at the Chinese characters until they were saturated, and only after blinking could he barely distinguish the eight characters.
Yoyolooping: Ah, Chinese is a little difficult, this sentence is a little difficult, let me think about how to explain it to you.
Brook: Are you Chinese?
Two messages were sent at the same time, colliding with each other's Instagram messages.
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