Chapter 34 Gift

On Cui Jing's birthday, her secretary Tang Annian presented her with the valuable bracelet.

Cui Jing put the bracelet on her hand and admired the sky outside the window.

She didn't know much about gemstones, but she felt that this bracelet, produced by Yongle Auction House and marked with a combination of santhemum and diamonds, had a richness of santhemum that was like a calm ocean, and a clarity of diamonds, with light casting a burning orange shadow on the crown.

A member of the Color Motorcycle Kangaroo Group knocked on her door, and Cui Jing took out a purple bracelet in front of the young man, which was produced by China Trade Auctions.

This... was also sent by Zhai Yang?

A tour group guy waited for her to sign for the package and said hurriedly, "I'm leaving now. I have another errand to run."

Cui Jing knew that he couldn't see the recipient's phone number. Both the recipient and the sender were virtual phones, so she didn't let the young man wait for her to verify.

Cui Jing immediately sent a message to Zhai Yang: [Did you buy me anything else besides the bracelet? ]

【without. 】

[Oh, that might be a gift from my friend.] She ended the conversation decisively.

Without receiving any other response, Zhai Yang suddenly sat up from the sofa. What did his friend give him? What did she mean? What was she hinting at? Did she not like it? Or did she want more?

He doesn't care about anything at all.

When you buy a gift, you naturally want to get some emotional feedback. Isn't that what all humans do?

[Is the bracelet size suitable?] Zhai Yang thought about it and sent a message to ask.

He didn't mention her birthday in private, because it was adult courtesy: if you don't mention it, don't ask. In fact, what he wanted to ask more was: Do you like the bracelet?

Zhai Yang thought that she would like the bracelet. Women would feel happy when seeing shiny things.

Cui Jing had no time to pay attention to him. She was pondering the name of the auction house. Wasn't this the auction house that she and Zhai Yang had visited last time?

She remembered to check if there was any label on the back, and when she picked it up, a card fell out of the torn gift wrapping paper.

【Happy birthday to you. ——Xue Yijie.】

This name.

Is it a demonstration or...

Cui Jing stared at the line of words for a long time before coming back to her senses. She walked into the room and combed her hair thoughtfully.

Because she had an appointment with Chen Shurong for a play, she planned to go out in half an hour, and absentmindedly applied sunscreen to herself in advance, until Qin Sheng passed by and asked, "Do you want to apply it?"

She just realized that she had taken a tube of mascara from her makeup bag and said uncertainly, "I want...I want it."

Her technique was not very good and she did not use an eyelash curler, so after a few swipes, the bottom eyelashes were stuck together by the thick paste. Cui Jing searched for a lighter and the cotton swab was half burned when Qin Sheng slapped her.

"What are you thinking about? If you keep burning it will be gone." Qin Sheng blew out the flame of the cotton swab, "I'll burn it for you, look up."

Cui Jing looked at the blank wall obediently.

Qin Sheng pinched her fair face and lifted it up, and used the warm cotton swab to remove the excess paste on her eyelashes. As his hand moved, a round red fingerprint was printed on the original position on her face, which quickly disappeared.

"Don't move!" Qin Sheng was afraid of poking her, so he slowed down his breathing.

Part of the cream at the tip of the eyelashes is melted and rubbed away by the warm cotton swab, while the cream at the root survives and is enough to support the curling of the eyelashes.

"Okay, that's beautiful."

Cui Jing looked at herself in the mirror and out of the corner of her eye saw Qin Sheng admiring her masterpiece in the mirror. She felt embarrassed and changed the subject.

"You really don't want to see it."

"No, you know I'm too lazy to go out lately, and I don't want to play. I just want to lie down. Come back and bring me a bag of milk downstairs."

"Okay." Cui Jing said as she picked up her bag and went downstairs.

She went out and sent a message to Chen Shurong. When she turned a corner, she saw a person blocking the road. Cui Jing only raised her eyes for a glance, but her eyelids twitched before she could see clearly.

She pretended not to see it and tried to walk past, but was stopped by someone. The person called out her name accurately, "Cui Jing."

Cui Jing took a deep breath and said, "Investigate me."

The female Alpha hugged her chest and nodded slightly, "Hmm... I did a quick check."

She found out that Cui Jing's family background was ordinary and that Zhai Yang had someone in his heart. The former was known to everyone in the circle, while the latter was secret and difficult to find out, which took her a lot of effort. He was so obsessed with his beloved that he couldn't let it go until now.

Fan Ci'en really wanted to say something, so she came to find her.

"Come with me, I can take whatever he can give you." What did Zhai Yang give you?

It can't be love!

She wanted to laugh. At such a close distance, Fan Ci'en could clearly see Cui Jing's eyelashes decorated with mascara. Compared with her bare face that day, she looked even more cold and inviolable, and shockingly beautiful.

“I’m not gay.”

"We are not homosexuals together. We are legitimate mainstream homosexuals together. I can satisfy you."

Cui Jing was horrified by her look, "You'd better give up this idea."

She had already clenched her phone in one hand, her fingers rubbing on the emergency shortcut button, ready to run away if the situation went wrong.

"It seems you don't want to. What a pity. I don't want to do anything evil." Fan Ci'en turned on the screen of his mobile phone. The screen saver on it made Cui Jing's heart stop. "After all, people always believe in rumors, don't they?"

"What else did you shoot?"

"Nothing." Fan Ci'en handed her a book in his hand, "It's very good. I just finished reading it for fun."

Cui Jing took the book and looked through it. There was a photo and a black card inside.

The photo has been color-adjusted. The person with his back to the camera is pressing another person under him. The messy sheets and ambiguous lighting make it look particularly erotic.

Cui Jing only glanced at it and closed the book, "What is this?"

"Are you asking even though you already know the answer?" Fan Ci'en was a little amused.

"Why am I asking this when I already know the answer? This...unknown lady, I haven't yet held you responsible for violating her portrait rights."

"Because of secretly filming?"

"No, because it was a malicious photoshop." Cui Jing met her eyes and took a step forward. "How do you prove that it was me?"

"Photoshopped." Fan Ci'en seemed to have heard something surprising. She laughed exaggeratedly and looked very crazy. She squatted on the ground laughing, as if she wanted to laugh herself to death. People who occasionally passed by walked further away.

"You think Zhai Yang won't let this go? This is the face of the Zhai family, even if you are just a fake couple pretending to be together."

So brave.

It's a pity that I'm a madman.

Fan Ci'en calmed down and said, "You are so cute. The password of the card is the last six digits of your ID card, Mrs. Cui."

Cui Jing threw the book and the card inside at her expressionlessly and said coldly, "Get lost."

The book brushed past Fan Ci'en's face. She just tilted her head and looked back at it with greedy eyes, as if she was looking at a delicious cake.

"You can consider it. I won't treat you unfairly. Also... Happy Birthday!"

After she left, Cui Jing wanted to tear the book on the ground into pieces.

Until the sultry sky could no longer bear the weight and it started to rain. The dense drizzle turned into fog and turned into a white hot wind, which did not bring a trace of coolness.

She squatted on the ground, her wet hair sticking to her frail neck, as if soaked in poison.

"This damn world."

"These damn legal gurus." She stood up suddenly, but squatted back down due to the dizziness.

"Are you OK."

A clear male voice sounded, and an umbrella was held above her head, blocking the silvery rain.

Xue Yijie was wearing a white casual suit.

Most people would look overly solemn and ridiculous in such a color, but he looked elegant and gentle in it, like a melancholy white dove with ruby ​​eyes.