Toxic GL

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She was talking about Zhuang Yan asking her uncle to come to the company to find her tomorrow.

As soon as Zhuang Yan got home, she went into the bathroom to take a shower, and never mentioned this matter, nor asked what happened to Bai Heyu. Bai Heyu didn't know what happened, and it was hard to ask. She sat on the sofa and waited until Zhuang Yan came out. Only then did I speak.

In fact, Zhuang Yan quickly put this matter behind her. To her, these things are just trivial things. She has more important things to think about, so she didn't think of it at the beginning. When the word "tomorrow" was mentioned, she immediately reacted.

She thought about it, and sat next to Bai Heyu, who poured her a glass of water, she took a sip, and put the glass on the tea table.

Baiheyu was a little nervous. She had actually struggled psychologically for a long time, and finally decided to tell the whole story—she was not this kind of person, and she didn't like to confide, and she didn't like to tell others about herself.

But Bai Heyu herself realized a long time ago that her dependence on Zhuang Yan was clearly beyond her imagination.

She didn't want to wonder if this was the fledgling scene after all.

"My family's conditions were okay before, but my father owed a sum of money in business, and then he and my mother had a plane crash..."

She spoke concisely, and Zhuang Yan was naturally smart. With these three sentences, she felt that Zhuang Yan could fully understand what she had experienced.

I don't know if it was Bai Heyu's illusion, but when she talked about her parents' plane crash, Zhuang Yan's pupils seemed to flicker.

Zhuang Yan touched a cigarette from the coffee table, lit it, took a puff, and turned to look at her.

Her expression was indifferent, like the expression she had always thought she had maintained.

But Bai Heyu felt that it was not indifference - Zhuang Yan was not an indifferent person.

That may be a sense of boredom that flows out of not being interested in everything.

"So?" Zhuang Yan said in a casual voice, "Lawfully speaking, you are not obligated to repay the debt your father owes, right?"

"Yes," Baiheyu smiled bitterly, "but I want to go back to my house, after all, it is the place where I have lived since I was a child, and I can't and can't let go of it——I can only rely on me to pay off my house if I want to get the house. Papa owes money."

Zhuang Yan raised her chin slightly and took another puff of cigarette.

"The person who called...is my uncle. He takes drugs, and sometimes he may be insane. He has harassed me many times. I haven't given him money once, but this time, he said that he has my mother's money. Wedding ring……"

"Have you seen the photo?"

"Ah."

"it is true?"

"It should be true, that kind of thing, there is no need to fake it..."

Bai Heyu's voice became quieter.

"You are an emotional person. If it were me, I would probably leave immediately. My parents are gone. What's the point of keeping the house, let alone the wedding ring." Zhuang Yan slowly exhaled the smoke.

Bai Heyu smiled: "Are you emphasizing feelings? In fact, sometimes I wish my uncle and those from the Bai family would die, but they shed the same blood as me. It’s better to say that I’m more selfish and nostalgic.”

"Nostalgia..." Zhuang Yan thought about these two words carefully, and suddenly smiled.

"This kind of person is actually easy to deal with." She suddenly changed the subject.

Baiheyu didn't understand at first, but later realized that Zhuang Yan was referring to her uncle.

Zhuang Yan looked out the window and said nonchalantly, "Because my father is such a person."

Bai Heyu was stunned.

She always thought that someone like Zhuang Yan was born into a well-educated family - because she was dressed luxuriously, had an extraordinary bearing, and looked like she had foreign blood, and she came back from abroad...

Her father turned out to be a rascal like her uncle?

Seeing Bai Heyu's expression seemed to be stunned, Zhuang Yan sneered, "Why, it's surprising, isn't it?"

Bai Heyu didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

Zhuang Yan took another puff of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke. Her face seemed to be blurred in the smoke.

The white crane taro lowered its head.

Zhuang Yan said: "It's nothing unexpected. My parents are not married and have been living together. My father is a heavy smoker, and he also drinks heavily. He beats people when he is drunk. His way of beating people is very special. When you were young, your family used it to store rice. A rice bucket? He pressed my head into the rice bucket, and in that situation people would breathe desperately, so the nasal cavity was full of rice grains—"

When Zhuang Yan said this, she laughed softly: "When I was about to suffocate, he would pull me up and watch me cough and spit out rice grains. He would find it very interesting."

Bai Heyu was completely stunned.

"He owed a lot of money from gambling. He wanted money from my mother. If he didn't pay, he would beat us and scold us with foul language. As long as he could achieve his goal, he would say anything."

"Then I went to middle school, my mother moved me out, he would harass us every day, like a ghost, I think maybe he never really loved my mother, and he didn't treat me as a daughter, so during that time I hate men, and I think women may be just a tool for them to vent their desires."

Bai Heyu immediately wanted to refute, because her father was not like that, but Zhuang Yan cut her off: "Later, when I grew up, went abroad, and broadened my horizons, I felt that not all men are actually that bad. It's a big piece of rubbish."

"But I still can't like men."

Having said this, Zhuang Yan finished smoking the cigarette in her hand and put it out in the ashtray.

Her expression was always calm, as if this matter did not cause too much harm to her.

She turned her head, looked at the white crane taro and said with a smile: "So if I were you, I would just leave, but you and I have a different stand, you should love your parents very much, and your parents must love you very much, Treating you like a young lady has been praised as the apple of your eye... Heh, maybe you were really a young lady before."

Zhuang Yan said: "I just thought too much, and got into a topic that shouldn't be talked about."

Baiheyu said softly, "It's okay."

Zhuang Yan added: "You are really different."

different?

Who is she with?

Zhuang Yan added: "There are similarities and differences, but they are still different after all."

Bai Heyu didn't understand.

Zhuang Yan took a deep look at her, then suddenly pressed the back of her head with one hand, and moved closer.

Bai Heyu knew what she was going to do.

She wants to kiss.

After they lived together in this villa, they actually didn't go to bed much. Zhuang Yan wasn't keen on it, but she liked kissing very much.

She was deftly opened her teeth by Zhuang Yan's tongue, and they sank together, and Bai Heyu didn't want to think about those cumbersome and seemingly unsolvable problems.

Her mouth has a faint taste of tobacco, a little cool mint flavor, and it seems to have a slightly charming perfume smell.

This is Zhuang Yan's smell, and the white crane taro has long been used to it.

Zhuang Yan let go of her, and reached out to touch the cigarette again.

The white crane taro made a strange mistake, and suddenly said: "Stop smoking."

Zhuang Yan looked at her.

White crane taro said: "It's not good for your health."

Zhuang Yan didn't speak, but suddenly smiled.

"Okay."

she says.

***

The next day was the day that Zhuang Yan and her uncle had agreed upon.

Ten o'clock in the morning, on the fifteenth floor of the Iris headquarters.

But Bai Heyu didn't go, she hasn't seen her uncle for many years, she doesn't know what kind of psychology she is in, she rejects this, and doesn't want to see those people.

Zhuang Yan didn't ask her to go either, she went out early, Bai Heyu got up late, they didn't sleep in the same room, so she didn't even know when she left.

Baiheyu didn't make an announcement, and since Jian Shun told her that she would sue Yimei for copyright infringement, she hasn't received any job invitations.

But that's fine too.

She has more time to revise her blueprints.

This is not the Alice in Wonderland series, but a series of summer dresses that she redesigned for Iris. Her dress design is obviously reasonable, dignified and generous, and also follows the mainstream. It is a design that can never go wrong no matter what formal occasion .

However, Zhuang Yan thinks that her designs are not close enough to Iris’s customer base. If Zhuang Yan were to elaborate, even Zhuang Yan, who is not from a major, would not be able to tell, but in Zhuang Yan’s words: “I think it looks good, but I won’t buy it. "

Its customer base is divided between 24-35 years old, between youth and light maturity.

This age is the best age for a woman, obviously there are many choices, Bai Heyu carefully looked at her design in front of her, she really couldn't understand why Zhuang Yan would be dissatisfied.

The works designed by every mature designer will have a strong personal style, and so does Bai Heli. She likes to use some small accessories, such as lace and pearls.

Lace looks elegant and pearls look dignified, which is a great material to use.

This batch of outfits apparently does too.

Bai Heyu thought carefully about Zhuang Yan's words, "It looks good, but I can't buy it. What does it mean?"

Isn't it just fancy but not useful?

If a piece of clothing is not useful, there are only two problems, one is that it cannot be worn out, and the other is that the price is high.

Neglecting the price for now, practicality is a big problem.

Iris is not Inés. It is sold publicly and on a large scale to make a profit. If it looks good and cannot be sold, it will be very troublesome.

But no matter how much Bai Heyu thought about it, he never thought why Zhuang Yan couldn't wear it.

Zhuang Yan means women with a high level of consumption in the age group. If such women do not choose Iris, then Iris, a mid-to-high-end brand, will lose a large number of customers.