Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Substitute For a Beautiful President

When Qi Zheng got in the car, she heard Zhuang Muqing explain the arrangements for tonight. She breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a big scene with many people.

"The original plan was to officially celebrate for you tomorrow, but Yun Shan said that according to the domestic time, it should be tonight."

Qi Zheng smiled: "I don't have so much to pay attention to, I am very grateful for your thoughts."

After she finished speaking, she covered her mouth and yawned a little. Zhuang Muqing turned her head and asked her, "Are you tired?"

"Last night, in order to catch up with homework, I only slept for three hours, but I managed to hold on."

Zhuang Muqing just got her master's degree last year, and she graduated from a well-known design school in New York. Many people think that international students are hard, but those who have read design know that the days of disorder, uncertainty and emergencies are full of their academic life.

She shared her anti-fatigue experience with a smile: "It will be really hard at the beginning, but it will get better after you get used to it. You can exercise more usually, and try to change the type of diet."

Qi Zheng loves Chinese food most of the time. She doesn't like French fries, burgers, or steak salad that much, which is really difficult.

"I basically eat cereal for breakfast now, and it's not bad."

In order to save time, Qi Zheng chose nutritious and convenient food for breakfast, but she actually prefers those hot noodles and rice noodles or small wontons.

But these are just unfamiliar and distant words for Zhuang Muqing, who lives in the United States. She can understand what this food is and what it tastes like in America.

But she can't feel the same, what is this culture that has grown up with her since she was a child and is almost integrated into her life.

Zhuang Muqing has no doubts that Qi Zheng will adapt to such a high-intensity study life sooner or later, nor does she question the speed of Qi Zheng's adaptation as an experienced person. She doesn't like to be compared with others, she has the free and easy and detachment unique to the artist, and spends most of her time immersed in the world of creation.

"Qizheng, what are your plans for the Christmas holiday?"

Christmas is still a while away, but just like in China, after New Year's Day, we start to look forward to the Spring Festival.

"I didn't think about it, maybe I could sleep well at home, or go to New York for a walk."

She has been in the United States for a few days, but she basically has a few fixed routes for the apartment, the classroom, and the library.

"My friends and I are going to Barbados. If you are interested, you can join us."

Most of Zhuang Muqing's friends are from the art world, and their personalities are not very peaceful and gentle, but most of them are sincere and pure, and they are more comfortable to get along with.

Qi Zheng felt a hint of resistance in his heart, shook his head and refused: "I still prefer to stay home."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be embarrassed to be polite, Zhuang Muqing stopped reluctantly.

Li Yunshan was already waiting for them, and the location was in a small local manor owned by the dealer. It is usually used for holiday celebrations. Zhuang Muqing also likes to hold a small salon here, so related services are readily available.

When Qi Zheng got out of the car, she realized that she seemed to be a little casual. As the protagonist of today, she actually dressed like she went to the corner convenience store to buy milk.

Zhuang Muqing didn't care about this. Seeing Qi Zheng still standing beside the car, she led her inside with a smile: "Don't be nervous, it's all people you've met before."

Li Yunshan ran in front of Qi Zheng, next to her, and whispered, "Why are you walking so slowly, you are so moved that you can't walk?"

Qi Zheng smiled awkwardly and did not deny it.

But in fact, she was thinking of something else.

Entering the room, it is obvious that the living room has been carefully decorated, not exaggerated but it shows the intention. When several friends of Zhuang Muqing saw Qi Zheng coming, they came forward to hug and congratulate, and no one questioned her dress.

But Qi Zheng couldn't help looking at it secretly, even Li Yunshan was wearing a semi-formal suit. Only her, the jacket is a shirt and sweater, a pair of jeans and sneakers.

Li Yunshan didn't seem to be in high spirits when she saw her, and her reaction was also indifferent, worried that she was too tired.

"How about we go back sooner?"

Qi Zheng glanced at the others, everyone was very happy, she couldn't be such a disappointment.

"It's alright, just eat something and relax."

Not only did she sleep less, she also ate less.

Li Yunshan spends most of the time chatting with Qi Zheng, and Zhuang Muqing's friends also ask them about their studies, but most of them cannot communicate in depth, after all, the fields are different.

Zhuang Muqing became the middle bridge, and both sides took care of it.

Qi Zheng sat on the single sofa next to him, watching all this silently, as if it was difficult to integrate.

Obviously in such a good environment, obviously in such a harmonious and relaxed atmosphere, she always felt like an outsider.

The cake is made according to Chinese taste, and the proportion of cream is very low. The chef also prepared a lot of Chinese food, which should have been explained by Zhuang Muqing in advance.

"I want to eat a bowl of longevity noodles for my birthday." Zhuang Muqing pointed to the small bowl of noodles that had just been served.

Qi Zheng smiled and thanked, and finished the meal quickly.

Everyone had prepared gifts, and Qi Zheng had also made psychological preparations in advance, but she still felt a little stunned when she saw the packages that were worth a lot of money at first sight.

Keep smiling and accepting hugs and kisses on her face as she holds those beautiful gifts and says thank you with a smile.

Seeing that it was almost ten o'clock and Qi Zheng's tired face, Zhuang Muqing suggested that the party be over.

"I've had a drink and can't drive, let the driver take you back, okay?"

Qi Zheng didn't want to bother her to drive by herself, so she agreed immediately upon hearing this.

The driver sent Li Yunshan back first, and then drove downstairs to the apartment not far away. Originally, Zhuang Muqing planned to accompany them, but Qi Zheng forced her to stay there.

She walked towards the door holding the gifts she received tonight, and out of the corner of the eye saw the car that was actually very low-key and nothing special. But she remembered the license plate. She had only seen it once before, but she just remembered it.

Qi Zheng slowed down, trying to see if there was someone sitting in the car who he guessed. Before she could take a closer look, the car door was already open.

The moment he saw Shen Zhibing, Qi Zheng's mood, which had been irritable for several days, suddenly calmed down. The joy that surged up in an instant has not had time to show on his face, and it was wrapped in a new depression.

She tensed the corners of her mouth and looked blankly at Shen Zhibing walking towards her step by step.

Mr. Shen was carrying her favorite H brand bag in his left hand and a small box in his right, which was a bit funny.

"Qizheng, happy birthday."

Shen Zhibing stood in front of her, and the first sentence she said was this.

The wind in the night was cold, and it felt cold and hard when it blew across the cheeks.

Qi Zheng's heart and her eyes warmed at the same time.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen."

Qi Zheng looked at her deeply, and then she converged when she realized that her gaze was too wanton. Shen Zhibing looked down at the gifts she was holding in her arms, thinking that someone should celebrate her birthday.

But she specially compresses and adjusts this week's work, flew to celebrate her birthday, and will not give up because of being preempted.

However, this still made her a little uncomfortable, but the joy brought by seeing Qi Zheng was enough to offset this.

"I want to celebrate your birthday for you, I don't know... Is it inconvenient for you?"

Qi Zheng rested with her eyes closed on the road, and fell on Li Yunshan's shoulder twice. Now she is much less sleepy and doesn't seem to feel so tired anymore.

"Okay."

It's still the same as the last time I came, but it's a bit messier than before. The laptop on the desk, scattered documents, and a faint smell of instant noodles.

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry when I went out today, and I didn't have time to clean up."

Qi Zheng cleaned up the cup noodles that were still on the table, made a cup of tea and handed it to Shen Zhibing.

"Eating instant noodles because of homework?"

Qi Zheng nodded and sighed lightly while leaning on his waist: "B University Business School really lives up to its reputation, its life is about to be given to it."

Shen Zhibing knew what this kind of hard work was like, she wanted to comfort Qi Zheng and say that it would be fine when she got used to it. But seeing her dark circles and her slower reaction than before, she knew she was really tired.

She put down the cup and suddenly became cramped. After the small box entered the door, Qi Zheng put it into the kitchen.

"I've prepared a cake. If you don't mind, I'll leave after eating."

It was not even twelve o'clock, but Shen Zhibing didn't tell her, she went downstairs at eight o'clock.

Qi Zheng walked into the kitchen according to the words and opened the box. I thought that in such a delicate package, there would be a more delicate cake, at least more powerful than the one produced by the dealer tonight.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a simple, unpretentious cake.

While she was still stunned, Shen Zhibing walked in as well.

This apartment is not big, and it is a little cramped for two people standing at the same time, not to mention the spacious kitchen of a suburban villa.

"I'm… in a hurry, so I can't have too many decorations."

Shen Zhibing stood behind her, and through her figure, he could vaguely see his work.

She said it a little hard, and felt embarrassed. This is already the best level she can achieve after practicing many times. She wanted to make some more decorations, but Yu Xinyan stopped her: "Old Shen, we can't be greedy, we can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Your primary goal now is to First make sure that the cake will not die, and Qi Zheng won't drive you away after eating, OK?"

Shen Zhibing was of course angry that her ability was questioned, but in terms of cooking skills, she really had no confidence. Fortunately, her level did not degrade after the long flight, and it was similar to what she looked like after practicing in Haicheng.

Qi Zheng had already seen that this cake was definitely not bought. After all, who would dare to open a store to sell such a cake.

"Thank you Mr. Shen for your kindness. Let's... Let's eat together."

Qi Zheng cut the cake into several pieces, put it on a plate, and handed it to Shen Zhibing.

Shen Zhibing has no appetite at all, she has eaten it many times. I thought I would be so tired and want to vomit, but I didn't expect to eat it with Qi Zheng, and unknowingly, I ate most of it.

"You save the rest for tomorrow. It's not easy to digest if you eat too much at night." Seeing that Qi Zheng didn't react after eating, Shen Zhibing thought that the cake should taste okay.

Qi Zheng put the cake in the refrigerator, Shen Zhibing silently watched her finish everything, and there was still silence between the two.

"I also prepared a birthday present, which is in my bag." Shen Zhibing turned around and went back to the living room, to rummage through the bag on the sofa.

Qi Zheng walked slowly to the door, leaned against the door frame, watched Shen Zhibing bend over, and took out a small box from his bag. She tucked her drooping hair behind her ear and smiled at the box.

Then she walked up to Qi Zheng again: "I hope you will like it."

She has chosen it for a long time, and I hope Qi Zheng will like it.

The author says:

Thank you for your watering, okay?

Mr. Shen's cake...Orz