Become a Master of Painting Cakes In Abusive Essays - Chapter 124

    January 6th, 20×2, the weather was fine and the temperature was 21 degrees.

    Come back from vacation and start work.

    The curator returned to his usual stern look, as if the big sister who invited me to eat ice cream that day was just a character in my dream.

    I am very busy today, I have been holding meetings and meetings, and I am so tired of writing manuscripts.

    The curator, I don’t know if she is tired.

    …

    January 09, 20×2, the weather was overcast and the temperature was 19 degrees.

    Today, the curator’s secretary took a leave of absence from work, so the curator went to make coffee by himself at noon.

    How can I let the curator make coffee by himself!

    When I saw it, I hurriedly went to the pantry to say that she could call me if she needed anything.

    She does have a “need”.

    She has questions to answer.

    She asked me who the old milk in the corner belonged to and if the former curator forgot to take it.

    I didn’t dare to say anything.

    Because I’m not sure she’d be mad if she knew I bought it for her.

    …

    On January 16, 20×2, the weather was cloudy to heavy rain, and the temperature was 16 degrees.

    In the afternoon, the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally started, and the sky became dark, I knew my chance had come.

    I waited for the curator to get off work holding the car keys.

    Sure enough, the curator came out with a big umbrella as soon as it arrived.

    I volunteered to stand up and said I could take her back, the curator seemed stunned for a moment, then politely refused me, and showed me her car keys.

    Before I left, I looked back and asked me to be careful on the way home, don’t worry if the road is slippery when it rains.

    The curator is really caring.

    …

    On March 23, 20×2, the weather was fine and the temperature was 24 degrees.

    In the blink of an eye, I have been working in the embassy for three months. When I went to the curator for a quarterly report in the morning, I suddenly found that the cactus I prepared for her was missing on her desk.

    I don’t remember what I said later.

    It wasn’t until I returned to my mind that I realized that I actually asked the curator where the cactus went.

    The curator was silent for a moment, looked at the trash can, and I also looked over.

    My lovely round cactus lay quietly inside, occupying the entire trash can.

    I don’t know why, I’m so sad.

    When I left with the trash can after I finished the report, the curator hesitated.

    I saw it, but I don’t know what to say, I’m so sad.

    She doesn’t like my cactus, the cactus is not only radiation-proof, eye-catching, but also easy to support, why doesn’t she like it, is it because I arranged the cactus.

    What she doesn’t like is cactus, what she doesn’t like is obviously me.

    …

    On March 28, 20×2, the weather was fine and the temperature was 21 degrees.

    Don’t be angry anymore, today the curator bought afternoon tea for everyone, everyone else only has two egg tarts, I have four, she must be apologizing to me!

    …

    20×2 July 08, the weather was fine and the temperature was 30 degrees.

    The curator said that she has friends coming here, she may take a few days off, and she will not come to work if there is no urgent matter.

    Because my work is related to her, she suggested that I can also take the opportunity to take a few days off and relax.

    Friends? What friend? Male or female?

    I’m curious, but I dare not ask.

    …

    July 13, 20×2, the weather was fine and the temperature was 31 degrees.

    It’s too boring not to go to work, so I decided to go to the beach to pick up some shells and come back to color and play.

    I just didn’t expect to see the curator.

    She and a woman were walking along the beach, and the evening glow made them look like a painting.

    I shrank as soon as I saw her, and almost buried myself in the sand.

    She probably didn’t see me.

    I followed them instead of picking them up.

    They later entered a foreign-owned hotel. I waited at the door until eleven o’clock in the evening, and she didn’t come out.

    …

    20×2 July 14th, the weather was fine and the temperature was 32 degrees.

    I didn’t sleep all night last night and was a little sleepy, but I got up early and went to the door of the hotel.

    I didn’t see the curator, but I saw the woman who was walking with the curator yesterday. She pulled a woman out and went to buy ice cream together!

    Forget it, they were eating and kissing!

    I’m so angry, the curator is clearly green.

    I quickly took out my phone and took a picture.

    Then I forgot to turn off the sound, and the flash.

    I was found, chased three streets, and lost my shoes.

    But I threw them away with my familiarity here.

    I just sent a photo to the curator anonymously.

    I don’t allow the curator to be green!

    …

    20×2 July 15th, the weather was fine and the temperature was 32 degrees.

    Sorry, the curator came to me, the two are a couple, the curator is just their friend, and they run the hotel.

    Have dinner with them at the hotel at noon, and know that the very royal-looking woman is called Bian Yingning, and the kawaii-looking one is Shang Qinghui.

    By the way, the food in their hotel is delicious, I decided to eat more in the future.

    In the afternoon I took them to the beach and grass to take pictures.

    Wedding photo.

    The photo is very good, the two are very beautiful and a good match.

    The wedding dress also looks good.

    But I saw the curator’s eyes when they took pictures.

    I can’t tell.

    I secretly saved a photo of them and posted the faces of me and the curator.

    Actually… it’s pretty good too.

    Why do I have a photo of the curator?

    Of course I usually shoot.

    …

    October 01, 20×2, the weather was fine and the temperature was 26 degrees.

    I heard that today is the National Day of the curator’s motherland. The people in the museum went to a party together. The curator was drunk, so I took her home.

    I secretly kissed her.

    As expected.

    Very good.

    I want to kiss again.

    …

    December 19, 20×2, the weather was overcast and the temperature was 16 degrees.

    I am very happy to meet the curator again.

    …

    September 21, 20×3, the weather was fine and the temperature was 28 degrees.

    I was recalled to the Department of Public Information and will no longer have to go to the embassy.

    It’s only two streets apart, but I feel like I’m separated by many oceans.

    Want to be the curator.

    The curator, will she miss me?

    …

    On November 30, 20×4, the weather was light rain and the temperature was 15 degrees.

    The term of curator is over, and she is going back to China.

    I never thought that she would go back to China.

    …

    On March 1, 20×5, it was raining heavily and the temperature was 19 degrees.

    I have my visa ready, I am going to the curator.

    —

     Duanmu Zhengjie said a lot of goodbyes when he left for Leni.

     Handover, oath, farewell, inspection, customs…

     Duanmu Zhengjie felt like he was in a panic when he got on the plane.

    She attributed it to the melancholy of leaving home.

    The country of Leni is located deep in the ocean and is a place like spring all year round.

    As soon as he got off the plane, Duanmu Zhengjie was frightened by the warmth of Leni.

    God knows, H City is still snowing heavily at the moment.

    The country of Leni is very strong, and she looks like some high-ranking officials are here.

    The entertainment didn’t end until late at night.

    They arranged a little reporter for her.

    It is said to be a small reporter, but in fact, like a personal assistant, I don’t know if this little girl named Jamie will have any complaints.

    The good news department could not stay, and was arranged to do these trivial tasks by her side.

    When sending her back to the curator’s residence, the little girl peeked at her while waiting for the traffic light.

    The eyes are so hot, it’s hard for Duanmu Zhengjie not to notice.

    However, she just glanced back at her, and she gave herself a rear-end.

    Duanmu Zhengjie: “…”

    She may know why the other party was placed with her.

    Mostly, the Ministry of Information cannot stay.

     Duanmu Zhengjie officially took office the next day.

    The business is very simple, and it is simply overkill for her.

    I don’t know why there is such a big cactus on the table.

    She had arranged to buy a car here early, and she did not dare to buy too expensive, but it was not too shabby.

    The country of Leni is small and relatively peaceful, so she doesn’t have to worry too much about her personal safety.

    Seriously, it’s good to come here for retirement.

    The sea and the sky line, come back to the small flowers on the rock wall on the shore.

    White, yellow, pink, and bright.

    There are many red and white windmills standing on the coast cliff, which is a very pleasant sight.

    She began to accept it slowly.

    There is a magic here that makes her think about salted fish.

    But her little reporter seems to be a little too passionate about her work. How can a person write more than a dozen manuscripts for her a day, and still have it at night?

    By the way, this little reporter named Gami and not Xiami is a bit strange.

    Every time Duanmu Zhengjie gets off work, she likes to stare at her closely.

    She didn’t dare to leave after work.

    Duanmu Zhengjie was looking forward to her first holiday here.

    There are not many people who know her here, so she doesn’t have to hold herself up like she does in China.

    She took out a casual little dress and began to learn about the country aimlessly.

     Duanmu Zhengjie is a little suspicious, whether her little reporter is open all year round, why should she care about her even on holidays.

    But the tour guide who delivered it to your door should not be for nothing.

    But soon, Duanmu Zhengjie regretted his decision.

    She forgot that this little reporter is a big man.

    I didn’t expect the little reporter to have a little punk hobby in private, but it’s just that she came to her on a motorcycle, why did she still perform bumping into a pillar in front of her.

    This black car, she will never ride.

    The ice cream here tastes good.

    The little reporter got a little bunny cookie.

    Duanmu Zhengjie looked at the little rabbit and thought about it.

    Is there something wrong with the boss’s eyes, where is the little reporter suitable to match the bunny biscuits, can’t you make some biscuits with the image of a husky?

     Duanmu Zhengjie likes Leni more and more.

    Just hold a meeting every day, and urge the people below to do the work well, it’s simple.

    It’s still a little strange to be a small reporter.

    Whose is the old man’s milk in the pantry?

     Duanmu Zhengjie thought it belonged to the former curator.

    But when I asked the little reporter, she kept silent.

    It was a very simple thing, and she had no other meaning, but Duanmu Zhengjie felt that something was wrong with Jamie, and there might be something tricky in it.

    Is the previous curator greedy? Buying things for yourself in private under the name of a public company? Full of personal pockets?

    So the little reporter kept silent?

    She has to check.

    Also, Duanmu Zhengjie really wanted to advise her little reporter not to drive by himself unless necessary.

    She does not think about herself, but also the personal safety of others.

    But in the end she didn’t say anything, she was too lazy to meddle.

    When Duanmu Zhengjiedi didn’t know that she was stabbed by a cactus hundreds of times, she couldn’t help it and threw the thing in the trash.

    Maybe she shouldn’t throw it?

    Is there any special meaning to the cactus of Leni?

     Duanmu Zhengjie felt uncomfortable for the first time.

    Especially when Jamie went out with the trash can, she really wanted to ask if she could leave the trash can to her.

    She searched the Internet, but couldn’t find the meaning of cactus, so she forgot about it.

    When Bian Ying stared over to inspect the chain store here, Duanmu Zhengjie saw her again and suddenly found herself very calm.

    So calm that she doesn’t even remember why she was upset because she rejected her.

    She not only came here to inspect, but also came here to take wedding photos for the monk Qinghui.

    Bian Yingning wanted to surprise Shang Qingfen, so Duanmu Zhengjie made an excuse to discuss and arrange everything with Bian Yingning when she went out for a walk.

    Bian’s family deserves to be the first, and the hotel does a good job.

    Her curator’s mansion is not bad, but she still stayed in the hotel for one night.

    However, unexpectedly, the next day Duanmu Zhengjie was still preparing what Bian Yingning needed for her wedding photos, when she suddenly received news from Bian Yingning that they were kissing on the street and were secretly photographed.

     Duanmu Zhengjie did not understand why someone would take pictures of them secretly.

    Thinking about it, it should be because the two of them are eye-catching and can’t help but shoot.

    Duanmu Zhengjie made the two of them not nervous. She asked them to check the surveillance to see if they could find them.

    I didn’t think about it, people don’t have to look for it, the other party will bring it to the door.

    He also sent her an invisible green hat.

     Duanmu Zhengjie checked a little and found out who the other party was.

    I don’t know why, when these things are put on the little reporter, she actually thinks… It’s not surprising, can it be said to be normal?

    After Bian Yingning and Shang Qingfen returned to China, Duanmu Zhengjie’s life returned to its usual appearance.

    If it weren’t for the kiss on her lips that night, she would have thought that life was a stagnant pool.

    She didn’t fall asleep, she realized it almost when Jamie leaned over.

    But she didn’t open her eyes, she even acquiesced, allowing her kiss to fall.

    Her little reporter…does she have any other thoughts about her?

     Duanmu Zhengjie wanted to find an opportunity to clarify with the other party.

    But the next day, her little reporter was like nothing happened, as usual.

    She didn’t mention it again, just as a girl’s curiosity.

    —

    Perhaps she should have mentioned it then.

    The girl’s curiosity is stronger than she imagined.

    ——————–

    The author has something to say:

    I personally really like Duanmu’s extra episode. If it doesn’t meet everyone’s expectations, I’m sorry.