"Ruolan, this is the teacher's directional collection. If you see old-fashioned hairpins in the future, remember to collect them and give them to the teacher. He will be very happy." A colleague from the production department said with a smile: "Not only Luo Ya, but us too.
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"An old-fashioned hairpin?" Speaking of which, although the hairpins Luo Ya brought over were old and new, the styles were indeed older, with butterfly-shaped hairpins being the most common.
"Okay, don't worry about my card. Where are the words I want? Have you called me to confirm?"
The teacher suddenly seemed anxious, and my colleague quickly called the lyricist. I stuck out my tongue, closed the cabinet door, returned to my desk, and put the piece of paper into the shredder. I watched it turn into pieces and the chair turned over.
I asked the colleague next to me softly: "Jiajia, the company's artists all work on different floors. Is this a specific rule?"
"That's right. Ever since I joined the company, I've never seen a newcomer go above the third floor."
I thought thoughtfully, then returned to work. After getting off work, I walked out of the company lobby. I was surprised to see Du Bin parking his car at the front entrance, not at the usual corner. He put his hands into his trousers pockets, and his upright posture had attracted attention.
Passers-by looked sideways, and the female employees in the hall were whispering. Jiajia came over and bumped into me: "Ruolan, President Du is here to pick you up, right?"
"We are neighbors and grew up together." I explained, "We are just good friends."
Doberman's bronze skin is very dazzling in the sun. Looking from a distance, it looks like a human body gem shrouded in the sun. Jiajia clicked her tongue and said: "Ruolan, those who are near the water and the towers first come to the moon. If you don't do it, introduce it to me."
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There was a sound of footsteps behind him. Turning around, Fenghuang and his son, Uncle Hong, Luo Ya, Long Tian and others walked over collectively. The footsteps were sonorous and powerful. Fenghuang's brows were slightly frowned, and his sweater hat was on his head. He lowered his head.
The first person said nothing and passed us by. Luo Ya looked at me and winked playfully. The others didn't look sideways. This posture surprised the colleagues in the hall. Jia Jia said: "Never
I’ve seen them move out in groups, what happened today?”
I felt uneasy and looked at Du Bin at the front door. He still maintained the most comfortable posture, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Feng Fei stopped, turned around and looked at me with a thoughtful look, and then walked towards Du Bin.
Bin, Du Bin stood upright and nodded slightly.
Long Tian looked at Du Bin with piercing eyes, and Ying Mo's face was expressionless. Du Bin smiled at me and walked towards me with long strides. Fenghuang turned his head and looked over. The sadness in his eyes made me sad. Du Bin
Bin gently hugged my shoulders: "Let's go back together."
Luo Ya poked her head out and stared at the scene in front of her curiously. Du Bin held my hand and nodded to Jiajia: "Sorry, let's go first."
Du Bin's arms are strong, thanks to him supporting my body, because my feet are already weak and I can't find my center of gravity. This kind of confrontation between the two is not what I want to see.
I got into Dupin's car and tried my best to be calm. The moment the car door closed, I felt relieved...
"Are you scared?" Du Bin asked in a deep voice, looking at the Fenghuang group of people getting further and further away in the rearview mirror.
"More nervous." I said honestly: "I have a bad premonition when I see you appearing at the front door. This is the so-called Murphy's law. If there is a possibility that things will go bad, no matter how likely it is,