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"Hey," she said, "have you ever thought about being a model?"

Zhuang Yan looked back at her.

"You are so tall, have such a good figure, and are beautiful. You are of mixed race, and your hardware is so good. Why don't you become a model?" Xiaolu asked strangely.

Zhuang Yan seemed to think that Xiaolu was a little cute, she raised her eyebrows: "Really? Oh, so you think I have a good figure and beautiful body."

"Hey, can you catch the point!" Xiaolu blushed and was about to jump.

"I haven't thought about it." Zhuang Yan zipped up her coat and was about to go out.

Xiaolu pulled her back: "Zhuang Yan, I'm serious. Do you know the magazine "Starlight Show"? I read that the magazine is recruiting high school models. I heard that there are thousands of yuan for the reward. I know your mother..."

Before she could speak, Zhuang Yan suddenly turned her head, and she stretched out her finger to lightly touch Xiaolu's lips.

They are at the age of beauty. Xiaolu wears cosmetics like all normal college girls. There is a little thin lip gloss on her lips. Now she feels a little embarrassed to be touched by Zhuang Yan like this.

Zhuang Yan laughed and spoke quickly: "Thank you."

She raised her hand to look at her watch and said, "I have to go, I have a part-time job tonight."

"you……"

Xiaolu wanted to say something, but Zhuang Yan had already walked out.

She saw Zhuang Yan's back, she stepped onto the bicycle skillfully, and disappeared into the depths of the crowd after a while.

***

Zhuang Yan did have a part-time job at night, in a shop on the outskirts of the city.

The store opened in the outskirts of the city, obviously the business is not very good, it only has one clerk, Zhuang Yan.

The business of this store is only better on weekend nights. The proprietress is taken care of by a wealthy businessman nearby, so she doesn't care much. She opened a store to pass the time, so she hired Zhuang Yan.

Anyway, high school students are simple, like Zhuang Yan, who doesn't mind meddling in other people's business, that's the best.

The location of this store is very awkward, in the suburbs, but it is a little far away from the rich area. The things inside are very beautiful, but they are all imported products. At that time, the prices were relatively expensive.

Zhuang Yan parked her bicycle at the door and looked inside the store. There were only a few customers in twos and threes. The proprietress chatted with them casually. Seeing Zhuang Yan coming, she just raised her eyebrows. It seems that business is not going well today.

Zhuang Yan smiled, business is not like this.

But the proprietress didn't treat her well, she often scolded her inexplicably, but the salary was good, and Zhuang Yan's personality was not bad, and she could tolerate her strange temper.

But in terms of business, Zhuang Yan never said a word,

Those customers came and asked a few words, the proprietress said something, but couldn't connect again.

The business didn't work out.

The proprietress was not upset, she just sat at the counter and watched TV.

Zhuang Yan didn't have a seat, so she just stood by the door and watched.

Not far away, the lights gradually lit up, sparsely.

That's right, Zhuang Yan thought, there are not many rich people who can live in that area.

Looks like there's not much business today.

She lowered her eyes, wanting to read a novel from her pocket——the proprietress acquiesced in her behavior.

However, before she could move, there were customers in the shop.

is a girl.

Maybe a little younger than myself.

Zhuang Yan looked at her—she looked young, with a good-looking face, fresh and fresh, wearing a school uniform, not the loose sportswear style of Zhuang Yan, but the school uniform of a nearby private middle school.

What is a private middle school doing to learn advanced foreign ideas? The school uniform is uniform in British style, with white shirts, black bows, maroon jackets and blue-green plaid skirts.

There is also a badge on the chest, which is indeed very British.

It's a pity that this juicy little girl doesn't look very British, with black hair, big eyes and an oval face, and a hairpin with a bow tie on the back of her head. Although she is a little beauty, she looks like a standard Chinese.

The other party in a foreign uniform, and the fake foreign devil in a standard Chinese-style school uniform——it was me.

Humans are so interesting.

Zhuang Yan laughed twice in her heart.

The girl looked a little embarrassed, Zhuang Yan stepped forward and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

The girl took two steps back, looked at Zhuang Yan with her eyes, thought for a while, and then pointed to the things on the shelf.

Zhuang Yan followed the trend and saw that it was something Zhuang Yan didn't know.

"Oh, let me show you."

Zhuang Yan didn't know what it was for, but she still didn't show it. She took it out of the cabinet and carefully handed it to the girl.

Unexpectedly, the girl quickly shook her head: "No, no... don't read it."

Zhuang Yan raised her eyebrows.

The girl was a little embarrassed: "I... Actually, I will come to see it every day after school, and I have been watching it for a long time."

It turned out to be the case.

Zhuang Yan laughed: "One thousand."

The girl seemed to have saved money for a long time, and she took out one by one from her backpack. Zhuang Yan felt a little funny seeing her like that.

"Are you giving it away?" she asked.

The girl froze for a moment, then nodded, "My dad's birthday is coming up."

Oh, send it to Dad.

Zhuang Yan smiled, wrapped the thing up, and asked again: "Do you want to leave a message? We provide small cards for free."

The girl blushed: "My handwriting is not very pretty..."

Then she said, "You can write for me."

Zhuang Yan raised her eyebrows.

"What if my handwriting is worse than yours?"

Her tone was frivolous, with a smile on her face, and the girl blushed: "No...it doesn't matter."

So Zhuang Yan pulled out a handful of colored paper: "Choose one."

The girl picked it up, and when she did it, she was unexpectedly serious, which made Zhuang Yan feel very novel.

She seems to like this colorful thing very much.

Zhuang Yan thought to herself.

She chose a light green one with small white flowers printed on it.

"Just write, Happy Birthday to you," she whispered, "Dear Daddy."

Zhuang Yan wrote according to her words, her handwriting was indeed very beautiful, the girl watched from the side, couldn't help blinking: "Your handwriting is very beautiful."

"Really?" Zhuang Yan raised her eyebrows, "Many people say that."

The girl smiled, it seemed only for a moment, but Zhuang Yan caught it.

She laughed a little silly, Zhuang Yan thought.

"Okay, where's the signature?" she asked.

"Love your crane taro - the crane of the crane, the taro of the artichoke."

It turns out that her name is Heyu, which suits her temperament very well, Zhuang Yan thought.

She wraps the paper with things and puts it in a paper bag.

The girl named Heyu seemed very happy and kept saying thank you.

Zhuang Yan sent her out.

Without turning her head, the girl carefully held the thing in her hand, as if she was holding a treasure.

Zhuang Yan kept looking at her until her figure gradually disappeared in the night.

A girl from a rich family.

Zhuang Yan thought to herself.

Probably with myself, there will never be any interaction again.

☆、Chapter 61 The Queen of the Universe Xiang Ting 01

Wang Xiangting looked at a piece of paper in her hand - this piece of paper was hastily torn from the post-it notes in the hotel.

There is a line of scrawled English on it, which is naturally from my own handwriting.

Wang Xiangting, female, was lost at the crossroads of the United States because she couldn't understand the English she wrote casually when she was entering the No.20 year of her life.

It's not that she hasn't stopped a taxi, the taxi driver shook his head when he saw her handwritten English.

Even Americans can't understand English, let alone myself as a Chinese, even if I am the author.