C3 (1/2)
The next day it rained, a light drizzle that rustled against the window.
Xia Ying didn't have a job today, so she could rest well until the afternoon. Zhong Zhen booked a three o'clock flight to Shanghai. There would be a show tomorrow morning in Demonic City.
The designer was a good friend of Xia Ying's. Although the show was not big, he had focused on many of the media outlets, allowing Xia Ying to support her friends.
”Zhong Zhen... Warm up a glass of milk for me... ” Xia Ying slept all the way until noon, until her head started to spin. She was in her pajamas, holding her forehead as she walked out of the room in a daze. Her face was hoarse, as if she was in a bad mood.
After that period where she had to worry about her body and skin's health, Xia Ying was very carefree in this aspect of life.
Zhong Zhen who was far away in the kitchen replied and only received a cup of warm water to pass to his, ”Drinking milk at an empty stomach is not good for your stomach, it's almost time for lunch. Drink some hot water to quench your thirst first.”
”What are you doing?” Xia Ying extended her hand and scratched at Zhong Zhen's face, and a bit of white powder immediately fell from her fingernails.
”I'm wrapping dumplings, my grandfather said that it's like eating dumplings when it's raining.” His face was as white as a feline's, and with a casual swipe of his hand, it became even more flowery.
Xia Ying did not seem to have much interest in dumplings. She went into the living room dispiritedly and sat down, ignoring Zhong Zhen.
Zhong Zhen sneaked a peek at the side of the goddess's face, seeing that Xia Ying did not have any intention to speak, she returned to the kitchen to continue dressing up. The lunch passed in a period of silence, and Xia Ying liked to be alone in a daze most of the time, without anyone knowing what she was thinking.
”Do you like French food? I'm good at that too. ” Zhong Zhen had nothing to say, but looked at Xia Ying with anticipation.
Xia Ying did not say anything, sshe only looked out of the window quietly. After a moment of silence, he asked: ”What time do we go to Shanghai in the afternoon?”
”Three o'clock.” Zhong Zhen immediately said: ”Teacher Peter has already prepared a hotel for you. He will be meeting for dinner at the hotel's dining hall to discuss the matters of the exhibition.”
”I got it, go do what you need to do.” Xia Ying removed her feet from the slippers, her long and straight legs curled up on the sofa, as if she wanted to doze off in the living room.
Zhong Zhen felt that Xia Ying's mood wasn't good, so he stopped her from speaking, and returned to his own room.
He collapsed on the bed and pulled over the bed plate to swipe his microblog. The news of Xia Ying and He Qin were still in the limelight, being the first to drift, he casually pointed it out and saw the identical Xia Ying powder crazily spraying He Qin, he was in an extremely good mood.
Zhong Zhen checked the time. Fifteen minutes had passed. He put down the computer and quietly went downstairs. As expected, Xia Ying fell asleep in the living room. She curled herself into a ball, as if she were very tired. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, covering half her face.
Zhong Zhen sighed, a woman who was so beautiful actually did not know it.
He quietly turned the temperature of the air conditioner up two degrees, placed a thin blanket on Xia Ying's shoulders, and returned to his room.
At 5 PM in the afternoon, Airbus landed in Shanghai.
Xia Ying's face did not have any makeup on, she was dressed in a light blue casual attire with a pair of white shoes. She did not even wear a mask or sunglasses, it was difficult to hide her sharpness even with her low-key attire.
Zhong Zhen pulled his suitcase as he ran over from the back, holding a wide-brimmed sun hat, he sprinted like a basketball player, and in just two steps, before anyone could recognize him, he had already placed his hat on Xia Ying's head.
Xia Ying was knocked until she staggered forward, she turned her head and glared at him, looking slightly angry: ”What are you doing!”
Zhong Zhen clasped his hands together with a pitiful look on his face, ”It would be terrible if we were to be recognized as being stuck at the airport. We are about to miss our appointment with Teacher Peter.”
Xia Ying was both angry and amused. She pressed the brim of her hat and said: ”Don't be so reckless next time.”
”Yes, yes. Let's hurry up and leave.”
Under Zhong Zhen's urging, they got into the car the moment Xia Ying got out of the terminal, and headed towards the hotel.
Peter, the famous designer, had been waiting for a long time. As soon as he got off the car, he heard Qing Ling's voice, ”Aiya, Yingying finally looks forward to you. I'm going to get moldy soon.”
”Long time no see, Pete.” Xia Ying opened her arms wide, welcoming the embrace from the other side.
Peter lightly patted Xia Ying's back and the two quietly entered the hotel.
Zhong Zhen clenched his teeth and pulled out the boarding box, then climbed into the car door and pulled out the handbag that Xia Ying had left in the car, only then did he hurriedly follow.
”Why do you look like you don't look good?” Pitt asked with concern.
”I haven't had a good sleep lately.” Xia Ying replied casually.
Peter tsk-tsked twice and shook his head, ”It's so pale. Looking at it makes my heart ache, how can it be that I didn't sleep well? Does it bother the news? ”Sigh, that brat He Qin was so ambitious. This time, he fell so miserably. I've let you off the hook.”
Xia Ying went down the stairs: ”That's right, I'm going to have a good night's sleep. Whether or not my complexion is good or not depends on how the makeup artist does things tomorrow.”