Isn't this just right? If you mix her up with the guy named Gu, you will have a chance, Yan Zisong! What's so good about that guy named Gu? Just for a job as a civil servant, just leave her alone in the dark.
Dear city S? A man who can smile so ambiguously to any woman, what on earth is worthy of her?
Yan Zisong has never understood. To be honest, he actually admires Lan Yong's independent, delicate and charming woman. Why, even after so many years, they meet again, and they still can't let go. There seems to be no one in this.
A dazzling woman?! She just smiled faintly, with tears in her eyes. His heart seemed to be unable to survive due to lack of blood supply. What on earth was going on?
The slender fingers slid up and down along her white contours, carefully, what kind of magic did you cast on me? Use my sincerity to pierce that man...
Full of doubts and contradictions, the person pointed at him slowly woke up, and with a start, Qin Xiaoman opened his eyes.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you have that expression? Are you cold? You're wearing so little, and the cabin temperature isn't high..." Maybe it's because the hazy sleepiness has not faded away, or maybe it's because his tenderness in the dream was still there four years ago.
The concern that came out of his mouth was undisguised.
This familiar sentence made this always high-spirited man speechless for the first time.
"Ask the flight attendant and ask for a blanket." Qin Xiaoman looked at the blanket covering himself and put forward a more feasible suggestion.
I would rather cover you with the same blanket... Almost without thinking, Yan Zisong murmured, "There is no more blanket."
The woman, who was not yet fully awake, handed over the blanket covering her body without thinking, "Here you go."
As he said that, he slowly remembered the current situation and couldn't help but blush. The hand he held out just retracted.
"Don't be kidding, this is first class!" He turned away and ignored the boring man. He was not afraid of the cold, just freezing.
The woman who turned her head away could no longer fall asleep no matter what.
The short moment when I forgot everything, it seemed like I was back to the past; however, once I regained my consciousness, the distance between me and that person was further than the uncrossable river.
Qin Xiaoman, it’s really time to find someone to love, to love someone who you have the qualifications, rights and ability to love!
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"Xiao Qin," Qin Xiaoman, who was called into the manager's office early in the morning, knew intuitively that nothing good was going to happen. As expected, the first sentence of the man with Chinese characters wearing glasses was a serious official tone, "Hengsheng is from the company.
Important customer, what did you do this time?!"
Qin Xiaoman puffed up her cheeks, lowered her head, and did not answer; she had expected it, didn't she? The translator who was replaced midway, and the translator who did not even allow her to attend the meeting in the end, if she hadn't been thick-skinned enough,
I'm afraid he hanged himself from a beam as early as New York.
Holding the minutes of the first meeting in his hand, Qin Xiaoman carefully placed them on the leader's desk. "These are the minutes of the meeting. Take a look at them. I think there is nothing wrong with them."
Li Bin waved his hand and looked obviously impatient, "Your records company's supervision department will analyze it, and you should think about the reasons yourself. Get out."
Full of grievances, he turned back to his desk. This conscientious translator could no longer summon up any energy to continue the work at hand. After leaving work, Qin Xiaoman was still struggling when he returned to his home.
With this question in mind, why him? Why is he doing this?