Paper horse incense shop

Hall.

Yang Jinhua.

Yang Jinhua.

I was silent for dozens of breaths, immersed in my own thoughts and did not hear any movement from the outside world.

Until Yu Jiajia pushed me:

"Baozi, your cell phone is ringing."

Yes, alarm clock.

The alarm clock hit 3:30, and I had to go back to face Yang Jinhua.

I am really afraid of what will happen.

I suddenly came to my senses and took out my phone to turn off the alarm clock:

"I'm leaving now. I'll come back next time."

Yu Jiajia reached out and called a car for me, with a sad look on her face:

"Did your aunt call you after paying for it?"

I shook my head and opened the car door:

"No, I have something to do later, so I'll leave first."

The car door closed and after driving several hundred meters, the older driver spoke Mandarin with a Nanyin accent and spoke:

"Little girl, your friend is still there behind you. Did you originally want to leave together, but she didn't get on the car?"

The driver's words were really shocking. I pressed down the window and looked in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, Yu Jiajia still kept waving and stood quietly in place.

The speed of the taxi was actually not very fast, but Yu Jiajia still inevitably shrank and turned into an invisible black spot.

I remained silent, closed the car window, and did not answer this question that was worthy of careful consideration. I just said:

"Go to Mirror Ridge Villa within twenty minutes and pay more."

"okay!"

The driver stepped on the accelerator. I rolled up my hair in front of the villa, put on the shoes I had prepared before going out, pushed the door open and entered the villa.

In the living room, Yang Jinhua was sitting on the spotless sofa, sipping tea.

Her body was wrapped in fur made from unknown animals. Her two straight and tight legs were crossed, and a corner of her cheongsam was lifted up, revealing the delicate white skin underneath.

The boy Chen Dachun stood aside. Although he looked respectful, his eyes would occasionally pass by and would always fall on the gap in the cheongsam.

The time was still five minutes away, so I walked over slowly and shouted softly:

"Auntie, I'm back."

Yang Jinhua took a sip of the contents of the cup. Not only because of my soft greeting, but also because of the fragrance of the tea, she actually narrowed her eyes:

"Well, good girl"

Yang Jinhua was halfway through her words when her eyes swept over my body and she immediately stopped moving.

The smile that originally appeared on her face disappeared in less than a breath.

The next second, Yang Jinhua said expressionlessly:

"Go and change your clothes."

"Wear the little lace dress that is the eighth from the right in the right closet."

"Tie two Tweets and pin them on the pair of butterfly hair accessories in the middle drawer of the dressing table."

"Forget it, I'll get it for you. Let's go."

I don't know what's wrong with Yang Jinhua, but now that I'm living under someone else's roof, I won't refute it and follow Yang Jinhua upstairs to change clothes.

Two clever servants quickly straightened my hair and styled it according to Yang Jinhua's instructions.

The servant gently arranged the clothes I had just changed and asked for instructions:

"Master, I will take this dress for cleaning."

Yang Jinhua waved her hand casually:

"Since there are already wrinkles, what's the point of washing it again?"

"Just throw it away, and then ask someone to make a custom-made suit for my daughter."

The servant quickly went to throw things away.

And I finally understood why Yang Jinhua wanted to do this - the cheongsam had wrinkles.

I have never worn a cheongsam, so I didn’t think of wearing a cheongsam before, as there are requirements for sitting and deportment.

While eating and drinking at Yu Jiajia's house, I remembered to wear an apron so that it wouldn't smell like oil, but I didn't remember that the cheongsam should not have wrinkles.

And Yang Jinhua's obsessive-compulsive disorder is much more serious than I thought.

At that moment of change of expression, I almost thought that the other party was going to attack directly.

"Butterfly is not good, take it off and replace it with a pan hair."

Yang Jinhua observed my appearance in the mirror and rubbed the wall of the cup with her slender fingers:

"Wear that pearl crown."

The maid quickly took off the butterfly hair accessory from the already formed look and arranged her makeup again.

The black hair is elegantly tied behind the ears. The main body of the crown is wrapped with nameless golden flowers, and rows of full and shining pearls are embedded in it, making it eye-catching and bright.

It is beautiful, but the sparkle of the pearl is reflected through the glass, and the moment it shines into the human eye, it is easy to give people a sense of distortion and hypocrisy.

The servant's hand left my head. I stood up and walked to Yang Jinhua who was sitting next to me. I squatted down so that she could look at my face better:

"Auntie, do you think it looks good?"

Yang Jinhua was finally satisfied.

When she feels complacent, she always seems to smile:

"My dear girl, she's so beautiful."

Yang Jinhua stretched out her hand, and I stood up holding her arm. She patted my face and said in a good mood:

"Don't make the same mistake next time. Auntie is old and doesn't have much patience."

I nodded silently, and Yang Jinhua patted my hand:

"Let's go."

"I'll take you to a private yacht today to watch the male models hold a conference."

I thought I was going to the Rose Club today, so when I was changing my clothes, I secretly put five chips into my clothes.

But today, you don’t want to go?

Is it because the rich have a lot of fun and are not interested in the Rose Club?

As the founder of Rose Mansion, Yang Jinhua wants hungry marketing?

Yang Jinhua didn’t give me much time to think, but within hundreds of breaths, the car had already driven us into the harbor marked with a private port.

The setting sun enveloped the sky with cirrocumulus clouds, like blood all over the sky.

The harbor admits a piece of sea water, and the green waves gently slap a huge luxury yacht on the bow of the yacht, as if welcoming this great existence that far exceeds them.

On the deck, there are already neatly dressed service personnel walking through, busy, and you can faintly hear comfortable classical dance music coming from inside.

From a distance, every corner reveals an absolute sense of luxury.

Yang Jinhua led me steadily onto the yacht. Immediately, a waiting servant used the intercom to confirm the situation. The lights on the yacht were lit up from near to far.

Until a moment after the lights were as bright as day, the door of the hall on the deck was pushed open from the inside by two dedicated servants.

The warm wind, which had already been gathering momentum and was ready to blow out, swept forward with a strong and pungent fragrance and rushed straight to the dome.

I saw it, I'm sure I saw it.

In the hall, there turned out to be a large number of strange and abnormal, twisted vessels that were undergoing qualitative transformation.

Containers of various colors gather and disperse, creating a texture like tidal waves.

As the tide gathered, the thick and fishy waves actually exhaled smoke, seeming to confuse all living beings.

Yes, it's a container.

Various sizes, ingratiating, twisted containers.

Perhaps few people know this name.

Maybe I should call them in a more familiar way.

After all, they are also called bodies.

Male Model Conference (False)

Weird and Alien (Real)