"Hehe, it turns out you are, you are so beautiful, your hair is as beautiful as silk." Luo Ya's tone was still like that of an innocent child: "No wonder Brother Fenghuang likes it."
I couldn't help but blush with embarrassment and looked around. Fortunately, no one else heard me: "Miss Luo Ya, what's the matter?"
"Give this to the teacher for me." Luo Ya said, "Nice to see you."
Although we are in the same company, today is the first time I have seen the real Luo Ya, such an innocent girl. In Shanghai, such girls can be called treasure-like existences, without any pretense, like candy.
As tempting as it was, I shook hands with her. She was stunned for a moment, then resolutely held my hand and shook it vigorously: "I hope we have a chance to meet again."
"Yes." I said with a smile. I liked Luo Ya inexplicably. She was not as gloomy as Feng Huang, not as aggressive as Ying Mo, and not as unfathomable as Long Tian. She was just so pure, which made people feel good about her.
Luo Ya's eyes widened: "This is what you said."
She turned around and ran away, looking at the cheerful shadow. She was in a good mood. I put the bag on the teacher's desk. His desk was in a mess. The documents were all mixed up. The used pens and pen caps were missing.
, while I was immersed in cleaning up, Teacher Leo came back, still wearing a pair of slippers, with his trouser legs rolled up one-third, giving him a sloppy look.
"No need to clean it up, it will be messy sooner or later anyway." He said with a smile.
"How can there be such a truth?" I said stubbornly: "A clean desktop will make you feel better."
I ignored his indifference and tidied the table. He looked at me and suddenly asked: "Your sense of music doesn't seem to have been cultivated in school, it seems to be innate."
"My mother loved singing and cooking in the kitchen while singing. Her singing was heard in the alley and the neighbors loved it. At that time, my father and I were sitting on the sofa and smelling the fragrance of the kitchen, while my grandfather gave her
Let's get started, the past time was really beautiful." I clapped my hands and said, "Okay, you're done."
Looking at the smooth desktop, Teacher Leo shook his head: "I won't be able to survive twenty-four hours."
"We'll talk about it then." I looked at Mr. Leo's eyes, which were the same brown as mine. He was handsome and his sloppy hair couldn't hide this brilliance. He spent ten years establishing his authority as a music producer.
Such a huge transformation, this man is not simple.
Teacher Leo saw the bag: "What is this?"
"Miss Luo Ya sent it here." I said, "Just now."
He directly lifted the bag upside down, and the contents fell all over the table. Inside were various hairpins, big and small, old and new. He carefully picked up and studied each one, looked at it, shook his head, and waved it.
On the side, he finally said with disappointment: "No."
I quickly put these hairpins back into the bag to keep the table tidy. Teacher Leo said helplessly: "You are like a housekeeper."
"I am your assistant. In addition to learning from you, I will also ensure that your work runs smoothly, starting with neatness." I held up the bag of hairpins and asked, "How should I deal with these things?"
Teacher Leo pointed to the cabinet in the corner: "Put it in there."
When I opened the cabinet, I was surprised by the mountains of hairpins inside. Is this the legendary collecting habit?