Fang Ting walked out of the Great Wall Hotel with her head held high.
But she had just let out a bad breath and maintained her self-esteem, but she did not feel the slightest bit of relaxation and happiness that she should have.
Because the mission failed, let’s put it aside for now.
Today she appears as a "white-bone spirit" (white-collar worker, backbone, elite) in the workplace.
Wearing a women's suit and high heels, running around under the scorching August sun in Beijing is definitely an extremely painful thing.
What needs to be stated is that she was not reluctant to take a taxi, and Gao Ming would not torture her like this.
But the problem is that there are too few taxis these days, and taxi drivers are snobbish.
As soon as she walked out of the hotel door, she realized that she had left at the wrong time.
Several groups of foreigners were pulling their suitcases, and they were divided into several groups and stood outside the hotel waiting for taxis.
Obviously, even if there are taxis coming here to take jobs, they must all go to their foreign exchange certificates.
If she hadn't been here for nearly an hour, there was probably no chance of her leaving.
Instead of waiting here, she would rather take a bus to the opposite side of the Third Ring Road.
So she braved the scorching heat and walked towards the steaming asphalt road.
But soon, she regretted her hasty decision.
Because at this time, although it is already afternoon.
But it is the time when the sun is most severe in the west and when the sun shines most widely on the east side of the Third Ring Road.
And unfortunately, the Great Wall Hotel is entirely a glass curtain wall structure.
This form of architecture is extremely unenvironmental, because the light and temperature it reflects double the power of the sun.
So Fang Ting had just walked to the parking lot in front of the hotel when she felt like she was about to be roasted.
It's like she's a person made of sugar, heading to a place that's unattainable and seemingly impossible to reach.
At exactly this moment, she saw with her own eyes a woman and several children stepping out of a black Crown car that had just parked.
This caused some changes in her thinking.
I can’t help but deeply realize that some of Hong Yanwu’s ideas just now are actually very reasonable.
Because she was completely different from herself, the other party was wearing cool, relaxed clothes.
The boys all wear vests, shorts, and carry swim rings that they inflate on their backs.
Women and children wore loose gauze skirts.
Especially that woman, she tied her hair into a high bun.
Her fair skin and a very thin gold necklace on her neck were very dazzling in the sun.
What's even more rare is that although she only wears light makeup, she looks very beautiful.
It is not a carefully decorated beauty, but a pure and natural beauty.
So on such a summer day, she looked particularly bright like this.
It was like a ball of cool air falling from the blue sea and sky, refreshing everyone who saw her.
So even though they didn't recognize each other, they just met by chance and then passed by.
But it was enough to make Fang Ting, who was full of impetuous emotions, deeply attracted by him and feel envious.
Indeed, she really wanted to wear something cooler.
Unfortunately, I am not so lucky.
In a place like this, the more solemn and decent the person is, the less important they are.
Look at other people's skirts. Just the wind brought by walking can make the skirts flutter, which shows how light and thin the texture is.
Look at her grace and wealth, her temperament is really like that of Momoe Yamaguchi.
Driving my own car and taking my children to swim in the swimming pool of a five-star hotel, what a happy life.
Well, she should be the wife of a wealthy Japanese businessman.
How many Chinese women drive their own cars? They can’t afford such a good car.
But it's strange, she's not short at all.
And could it be her child?
Judging from her age, she should be the same age as me, right? There shouldn't be such a big child.
No, no, no, how can the lives of rich people be the same as those of ordinary people?
Let alone cosmetics and skin care products, they are all the best and cannot be blown by wind or rain.
If I had my own car to drive, even if I was over thirty, my skin would be wrinkle-free...
When she thought of this, Fang Ting stared at the back of the "Japanese Mrs." even more reluctantly.
I followed her into the hotel and almost forgot about the temperature.
Because this woman can almost summarize all her imagination and yearning for her future life.
It's a pity that this wonderful taste of ice cream, like eating cream, didn't last long.
Anxiety and anger filled Fang Ting's heart like a counterattack.
She suddenly realized that she had forgotten her bag and it should have been left on the seat where she was drinking coffee.
So he screamed uncontrollably and had to turn around and go back.
At this time, she began to fully expect that brat Hong Yanwu to have some insight.
Don't let her suffer additional property losses.
But to be honest, if it weren't for the embarrassing situation of being penniless, and the sun outside would be too hot.
Fang Ting really shouldn't go back this time.
Even she herself had to admit this.
Because even if you lose your bag, you will lose hundreds of dollars and get a new ID card.
Far less painful than the devastating blow to her self-confidence and self-esteem caused by her return trip.
Fortunately, when Fang Ting entered the hotel lobby again, her first reaction was to look at the seat where she had been seated.
What made her extremely annoyed was that Hong Yanwu was no longer there and the table had been cleared.
And when she walked over, she looked all over the table and under the table, but she didn't find her lost property.
Fortunately, the waiter came over and told her that her bag had been handed over to the lobby manager.
Only then did she feel at ease.
As a result, when she found the lobby, she ran into the "Japanese woman" she had just met in the parking lot.
And much to her surprise, she discovered that this woman and her children actually spoke standard Beijing dialect.
But even so, Fang Ting is certain that their identities are definitely extraordinary.
Because they were holding a lot of cakes and drinks sold in the "pantry" in the lobby.
These things are very expensive and not something that ordinary people can afford.
At the same time, they were personally escorted into the elevator by the lobby manager with his badges shining and a smile on his face.
This kind of attentive service level is definitely not something ordinary guests can enjoy.
So with an unspeakable feeling of shame, Fang Ting mistook them for the family members of some high-ranking officials, and consciously did not dare to disturb them.
She waited until their elevator door was closed before she walked over and asked the lobby manager about her bag.
But for some reason, the lobby manager seemed quite surprised and actually questioned her identity.
"That leather bag is really yours? Is your surname Fang? Are you Mr. Hong's friend?"
She suddenly frowned in disbelief.
"What are you talking about? Of course the bag is mine, and it contains my ID card. Besides, what's the point of pretending to be his friend? We've known each other for a long time, and I still don't know his background..."
At this point, the lobby manager laughed and hurriedly took her to get her things.
There is no doubt that everything is missing and Fang Ting feels at ease once she has it in her hands.
But the most unnecessary thing she did was ask a few extra questions, which completely ruined her remaining good mood.
"By the way, it seems that I haven't paid for the coffee I asked for? Can I give you the money now? Give me an invoice..."
"Ah, no, no, that's not necessary. Mr. Hong has already signed for your coffee."
Fang Ting's eyes widened immediately.
"What? Did he sign? Can he have this power? Are you talking about Hong Yanwu?"
The lobby manager nodded slightly.
"Yes, Mr. Hong often comes to our place to spend money this summer, so he deposited a cash check with us. You don't have to worry."
Fang Ting's eyes widened again, and she almost could only repeat herself.
"Come often? Cash check? How much is it?"
But such a problem puts the lobby manager in a difficult position.
"This... I'm sorry, this belongs to the guest, we can't reveal it."
Fang Ting thought for a while and then changed her question to another question.
"What about Hong Yanwuren? Where can I find him now?"
The lobby manager restored his smile.
"Ah, Mr. Hong went swimming in the indoor swimming pool. It's on the second floor. If you want to find him, just take the elevator up."
But then, he hesitated again.
He coughed and gave very cautious advice.
"But...but it may not be convenient for you to go now. With all due respect, it seems that you don't know Mr. Hong's wife? In fact, she was the one I sent to the elevator just now..."
Fang Ting's heart started to beat wildly, but she still said, "Really?"
But she didn't know it, even though she tried to remain calm.
But the twitching of the corner of her mouth still completely exposed the turmoil she was going through in her heart.