Dressed as a fake sweet lady

Chapter 7 Nightmare
Little Butterfly's mother gave her money to go to the town to buy bread, and told her that she was eight years old and had to learn to be independent.

Little Butterfly was very happy, and she swore her promise, and ran outside with a small basket.

The mother also shouted, telling her not to play in the forest, because there are monsters in the forest that eat children.

These are all left behind by the little butterfly.

Little Butterfly's pink and jade-carved face is showing a big smile and humming a cheerful little song.

Little Butterfly exudes a cheerful atmosphere all over her body, obviously in a good mood.

It takes only 15 minutes to walk from the village to the town through a forest.

Even though Little Butterfly is only eight years old, she has already been to the town many times with her parents.

Little Butterfly stepped into the forest path with ease, and walked in the direction he remembered.

At this time, the situation changed suddenly, and the originally bright sun was covered by dark clouds.

There was a gust of wind blowing through the forest.

Little Butterfly struggled to grab the basket with one hand, and the other hand grabbed the hairpin on her head to prevent the hairpin from being blown off by the wind.

Stepping on her calf, Little Butterfly struggled to move on.

"Help, can someone help me?"

A weak and helpless cry for help sounded, and the owner of the sound called persistently.

Little Butterfly's big watery eyes stared round, without the slightest hesitation, she trotted towards the cries for help... in the opposite direction.

"Whoosh whoosh."

Little Butterfly's face flushed red, and she breathed heavily.

She didn't slow down until she could no longer hear the cries for help.

"Little girl, it's not a good character to see death without saving him."

A laughing male voice came from behind Little Butterfly. The voice was clearly the cry for help just now.

Little Butterfly turned pale with fright, and ran away.

After closing her eyes and running vigorously for more than ten seconds, she opened her eyes and looked at herself in horror as she was one meter above the ground.

Tears swirled in Xiao Die's eyes, she suppressed the urge to cry loudly, and suppressed her fear.

"Monster, Mr. Monster, please don't eat me."

Holding the collar of the little butterfly was a thin young man in a white dress with a top hat on his head.

"No, because I've been hungry for a long time, and I like to eat fresh and tender children the most."

The teardrops were like pearls with broken strings, the bean-sized teardrops fell from the eye sockets of the little butterfly.

"I, I haven't showered for 20 days, it's dirty and smelly, I'll give you my favorite bowknot hairpin, don't eat me, okay?"

Little Butterfly cried like a tearful man, not forgetting to find a way out for herself.

The young man's eyes were full of smiles, his voice was very gentle, and his rejection was straightforward.

"No, let you go, what should I do if I'm hungry?"

Little Butterfly tried her best to raise her head. She had just seen the young man's face clearly, and before she had time to shock his godlike appearance, she covered her mouth with a bloody mouth.

……

"what!"

Jiang Xinyue sat up in shock, breathing heavily, her heart was beating very fast.

The lingering fear in her heart caused cold sweat to ooze from her forehead.

Dreaming is a very strange thing. Even if you are impressed one second, you will not have the slightest impression the next second.

Jiang Xinyue was like this, she could only vaguely remember that it was a nightmare.

She looked up at the balcony, and the light curtain revealed a dim light.

I took the phone and checked, it was only 06:30.

Jiang Xinyue couldn't fall asleep anymore, she unlocked her phone.

Her fingers tapped on the phone screen nimbly and quickly.

That's right, Jiang Xinyue resumed her old career and started writing novels again.

Writing novels has become a habit engraved in her bones, and if she doesn't write, she will feel wrong.

But this time, Jiang Xinyue became vigilant and wrote a fairy tale.

Well, it is a story of "love each other" between a little sheep and a group of big bad wolves.

After coding for half an hour, Jiang Xinyue washed up and went downstairs.

"Miss, good morning."

An elite man in a suit and leather shoes with good features greeted Jiang Xinyue.

"Brother Zhang, good morning."

Jiang Xinyue's mental age is already 21 years old, and it is normal to call Assistant Zhang, who is only 30 years old, "Brother".

"This is Liu Zhenli, the gold medal designer of Shiwen Studio."

Assistant Zhang introduced to Jiang Xinyue the woman next to her in formal attire, with neat short hair and a capable air.

Before Liu Zhenli came, she had heard about the client's information from Assistant Zhang, so she knew that the beautiful girl in front of her was her client.

Thinking of completing this order, there will be a very considerable commission, Liu Zhenli's smile is very sincere.

"Ms. Jiang, hello."

Jiang Xinyue reached out and shook her hand.

"Hello, Ms. Liu, have you guys had breakfast? If you haven't, it's time to try Aunt Cui's cooking."

Jiang Xinyue had a good impression of Liu Zhenli and asked them with a smile.

Because the Jiang family villa is in the suburbs, Assistant Zhang brought Liu Zhenli here early, so she hasn't had breakfast yet.

"Then trouble Aunt Cui."

Assistant Zhang responded, and spoke to Aunt Cui in a gentle manner.

The wife is still taking a refreshment sleep, and the husband is busy with work in the study.

Aunt Cui was naturally happy to have someone taste her handicraft, and entered the kitchen with a smile.

The Jiang family's villa is very large, and the maids have already started working.

"Miss Jiang, this is a decoration plan with different styles. You can take a look first, and you can say anything if you need to make a note."

Liu Zhenli was very professional and took out a thick booklet.

Jiang Xinyue was dumbfounded.

It's hard to imagine how Liu Zhenli stuffed such a large booklet into her exquisite and compact handbag!
Worthy of being a strong woman.

Jiang Xinyue is not a person who particularly pursues perfection. She chose a simple, small and warm style suitable for a dwelling.

Her requirements are very low, as long as it is not the current hot-eyed style, she can accept it.

Because of Jiang Xinyue's low requirements, Assistant Zhang said that it can be done today.

"Xiao Yue, why did you get up so early today?"

Jiang Zheming was wearing dark green home clothes, the edge of his body was restrained a lot, he looked like a refined and handsome uncle.

He sat next to Jiang Xinyue and rubbed the top of her hair.

"I went to bed early last night, Dad, good morning."

Jiang Xinyue was sitting on the sofa, hugging a fluffy doll, watching TV dramas.

Liu Zhenli and Assistant Zhang had already had breakfast and left, and they were going back to bring the staff and materials.

Aunt Cui brought over a cup of hot coffee and put it on the tea table.

"Sir, your coffee today."

"Well, thank you, Aunt Cui."

Jiang Zheming stirred it a few times with a spoon and took two sips.

Jiang Xinyue took a look, and said with some hesitation: "Drink less coffee, too much will be bad for your health."

As the boss of a listed company, Jiang Zheming has 10,000+ people in his hands, so the pressure is naturally great.

Hearing the concern from his well-behaved daughter, Jiang Zheming felt warm in his heart.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Jiang Zheming put down the coffee, with a smile on his face.

Jiang Xinyue had never felt a father's love since she was a child, but from Jiang Zheming, she felt it.

Looking at Jiang Zheming with a loving face, Jiang Xinyue thought of his final ending.

……not good.

(End of this chapter)