[TN] Heyo, hope ya enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed tl-ing it.

At six o'clock in the evening, the sky was not yet completely dark.

Neon lights had been lit up and lamp posts were connected to illuminate the bustling streets.

The downtown area was at the peak of congestion, with noisy voices across the sky and traffic and crowds in the central business district.

In an Haojiang Apartment, Rong Rong completed her last makeup routine looking at the mirror.

Rotating the lipstick into the mouth of the tube, and pursing her lips twice, Rong Rong looked away from the mirror and turned to the mobile phone next to her.

“Finished.” As if she had finished the task, her tone was very relaxed.

Pink bubbles kept rising from the lower right-hand corner phone's screen. Lady 22 and Lady 33 popped up on the screen in huge blue submarines that blocked the reflection of her face on the screen.

In an instant, a white barrage filled all the blank space on the screen.

[Are you being forced to do business? ]

[Sister Rong: Soulless Makeup Time]

[I got a real fairy]

[Woman, you are my sniper of choice]

Rong Rong raised her eyebrows, “I spent 45 minutes without saying a word, isn't it boring?”

Makeup was just like painting. Her attention was all on the makeup brush. She didn't have time to talk like other vloggers.

Once she spoke or looked at the screen, her movements unconsciously stopped.

Live broadcasting was very different from filming a video. There was no script and editing was impossible, so Rong Rong did not like live broadcasting very much.

But her fans obviously didn't think so.

[You should not underestimate Yan Guo's endurance]

[Who wants to listen to you, we all look at your face]

[Sister Rong, don't move, let me snap a picture for my screen saver]

This kind of words could be said. It was really hard for fans to take.

“I will broadcast live later when I have time. I need to go to the festival. I'll close the live broadcast first, also I'll convert the gifts you gave me into cash and donate to the Red Cross.” Looking at the camera, she repeated what she had already said countless times, “I'll still repeat it. You don't need to pay me or give me a gift. Keep spending money and watch my grass videos and buy more cosmetics.”

[Redefining “Free”]

[Sisters, I hope we are all still alive when next sister Rong goes live.]

[Is there a class representative who summarized what sister Rong used today?  】

[Watching and Shopping on Taobao]

[This student says that sister Rong's grass is too expensive to grow QwQ]

[ Rongmei is about to close the live broadcast! Everyone hurry up and take a screenshot! 】

She waved to the camera and turned it off.

Clearly, she was talking alone from beginning to end, and these messages were not voices, but when it was turned off, Rong Rong still felt like a party had just ended, and now she was left alone in an empty building.

Rong Rong stretched and took out a curling iron from the drawer under the dresser.

She liked using the polarized Dyson curling iron.

The curling wand with its hair blowing function was naturally bulky, and unlike every other curling wand, every wave seemed to be accurately calculated through the protractor, and the radians were exactly the same.

She liked her long hair fluffy, like seaweed.

As soon as she curled her hair, the mobile phone on the desk vibrated.

“Rong Rong!  Is it finished? ”  Guo Liang's voice came from her cell phone, “Can I leave now?”

“Well, I just finished the live broadcast, wait for me at the exit of Wangfujing Line 4. I'll pick you up.”  Rong Rong simply tidied up the table top, walked out of the bedroom while making a phone call, and walked to the coatroom nearby.

“Don't you hate going live? I'm afraid your fans will be bored. ” Gou Liang's voice paused for a moment, and then she smiled, “Oh, I forgot, you are the only one who gets bored.”

Rong Rong's finger swept over the bags hanging on the hook, “I broadcasted live for 45 minutes today and didn't say a word.”

“No one will say you're boring. Don't worry.” There was a rustling noise from Gou Liang's side. “I'm going out now. Come and pick me up quickly. I'm all dressed up today. I can't squeeze into the subway.”

“Don't worry, my car is very fast.”

　”Are you showing off the performance of your sports car!”

Rong Rong chose a handbag with black sequins to match her small black skirt.

In order to match, she specially wore Jimmy Choo's classic pointed sequined high-heeled shoes today, all sparkling and suitable for the theme of MAC's Night Festival.

After all, MAC's Christmas limited edition this year was a magnificent sequin series.

She thought she would arrive on time if she didn't take the most blocked road.

She avoided the road marked red on Gaode's map, but other roads were still blocked.

The Porsche 718 was stuck in traffic.

In the Bluetooth headset was Guo Liang's request: “Rong Rong, can you please ask your grandfather to contract out the most blocked roads in Qinghe City and only allow your family's cars to pass?”

“I'll sing a song, [ When You Wake Up]."

“I'm standing at the entrance of the subway in a little Chanel skirt. If I wait any longer, someone will probably throw money at my feet.”

“No way.” Rong Rong smiled. “No one is going out with cash now, unless you have a QR code around your neck.”

 As she said so, she let Gaode Map plan her route again.

At this time, the green light just came on, and the navigation guide led her to drive directly to the right, bypassing the overpass. Rong Rong adjusted the bluetooth headset in her right ear with one hand and accidentally knocked off her earring.

“Tut.”

The slender diamond chain earring fell into the soft carpet and was hard to find.  

Rong Rong held the steering wheel with her left hand, bowed to the right and searched on the floor with her right hand.

She forgot to turn the right turn light.

The black car in the rearview mirror on the right was also ignored.

It wasn't until she touched the bottom of the car that Rong Rong realized that it wasn't worth it to search the car while driving for even a dozens of diamond earrings.

But it was too late.

However, fortunately, the car behind responded quickly. The two cars slowed down and collided without injury.

At this time, a lot of people gathered around.

The traffic accident caused by the Porsche 718 and Bentley Continental GT was very eye-catching.

Clearly, it was only a minor traffic accident, but a little paint on the Porsche had been scratched off and the cracked headlights of Bentley was not minor from a monetary point of view.

There were already traffic police on duty at the crossroads. When more than one person gathered, the traffic police dressed in fluorescent green immediately drove up on his scooter.

As the two owners got out of the car, the melon eaters clicked their tongues twice.

Just looking at their clothes, they knew that the traffic accident could become very explosive.

The man who came down from the Bentley driver's seat was slightly stunned.

She was so beautiful.

Her face was filled with apologies.

Some people were quietly discussing whether this was a TV show or not.

“What's going on?”  The traffic police coughed softly, with a serious tone.

Rong Rong hurriedly replied, “I changed lanes and turned right. I forgot to turn on the turn signal. I am entirely responsible.”

The traffic police recorded it in a small notebook and gestured for the Bentley owner to speak.

The man nodded, “Yes, but I am not the owner.”

The traffic police frowned, “This is not your car?”

“This is my boss's car.”  The man walked to the back seat of the car and knocked on the glass. “Boss Shen.”

The car door opened and shiny leather shoes and trousers with excellent drape appeared in the eyes of the public first.

Because he had been sitting, his trousers slightly moved up, his ankle was covered with gray socks and the delicate fibula of his ankle slightly protruded.

The owner came out in a stiff black suit.

Neat short hair, deep facial features, handsome appearance, eyes calm like water, filled with aloofness.

Rong Rong bowed to him, “I'm sorry sir, it's my fault, but I'm really in a hurry now, can it be settled privately?”

The owner went to the front of the car. There was no trace of emotion in his black eyes, and in his eyes, Rong Rong's reflection became clearer.

He looked sideways at the rear and front of the two cars.

“Private.”  The owner of the car's voice was low and his words were few.

The traffic police asked again, “Private, right?  According to article 70 of the road traffic law, you should negotiate the compensation on your own, fill out the form and drive away without affecting the cars behind. “

People watching the scene left like scattered birds.

Rich people were like this. They didn't want to spend another second on things that could be solved with money.

The traffic police left and the two cars parked at the side of the road. Traffic resumed on the road.

Rong Rong looked everywhere for a pen in her car, but couldn't find it. She was also too embarrassed to ask the Bentley owner if he had a pen.

She just opened her bag and took out the Ruby Woo lipstick she carried, and then sadly realized that she didn't even have a post-it note in her car.

Rong Rong's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, she opened the storage box in the car without hope, but unexpectedly found the advertisement slip that was placed on her car door when she went shopping last time.

At that time there was no garbage can around, so she threw it into the box.

Rong Rong spread out the advertisement list, smoothed the wrinkles with her hand, and wrote her telephone number with the red lipstick as a pen.

She also thought that a header should be added, such as “mobile phone” and so on, but the bent hook of Chinese characters had the risk of breaking her lipstick.

Then she decided to write in English.

She had to remind Mr. Shen so he would remember to call her.

After writing, she went to the back seat of the Bentley and knocked on the glass.

　The glass rolled down slowly, revealing the handsome profile of the man.

Rong Rong handed in the advertisement form, “Mr. Shen, this is my phone number. Please call me when the compensation form is filled.”

The hand with distinct joints accepted the advertisement, in contrast to her soft, white and tender fingers.

As always, Mr. Shen cherished words like gold, “Good.”

 The Porsche drove away.

　　He opened the advertisement with one hand.

The huge hospital logo in the upper left corner.

An oversize slogan in the middle.

“Warm dream for a few minutes, painless abortion, relax easy!”

Red lipstick outlined a row of figures.

The following was a string of English.

　　"Call me"

　He raised his eyebrows and looked out of the window.

The driver in the front row heard a short low laugh.

“Boss Shen, what's the matter?”

He didn't answer and handed the advertisement to the driver, “Keep it.”

The driver took the advertisement and unconsciously snorted.