Although Lin Jing did not have eyes behind her back, she could clearly feel that the group of teenagers behind her were looking at her.
She didn't look back, her back was stiff and she paused for two seconds. She bent down and picked up the phone with no expression on her face. She held her head against the numbness of the back of her head, straightened her back, and walked into the elevator calmly and normally.
When the elevator door closed, she couldn't wait to grab her phone and click on Weibo, and released the new account that she had blocked and had just registered from the dark room.
When she was blocked just now, she was really cool and her words were not too serious. Now that she was released, Lin Jing stared at the chat history on the screen, and suddenly had a feeling of "I feel good about beating my wife for a while, chasing my wife."
Crematorium" feeling.
"If you don't lack money, don't accept it."
"Block again."
How can she remedy this?
Back in the room, Lin Jing took off the broken phone case and walked around the room while picking at the plastic debris.
She racked her brains and thought for a long time, but could not find a step for herself.
Is face more important, or is it more important to paint a grand occasion?
Lin Jing chose face without hesitation in his heart, and repeatedly hinted to himself in his heart that he must have a backbone, especially not to slap himself in the face.
After brainwashing himself for about ten minutes, Lin Jing let out a crazy "Ah——" and squatted on the ground, covering his head.
After scratching her heart and lungs for three minutes, she stood up quickly and grabbed her cell phone.
What kind of face do you need? Face can be eaten as food.
Besides, across the Internet, who would know that classmate Tiantiantiantian is her.
Lin Jing poked into Weibo and clicked on the new account that had no avatar and still had a garbled name: Well... I would like to ask, boss, are you still here?
The other party probably opened a private message reminder, and the message was replied quite quickly: "?"
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Boss, would you like to ask for a private manuscript?
Compared with before, Lan Bowen, who had been on the blacklist, had a much colder attitude. When faced with her second message, he didn't even reply.
Don't kneel down too early and wait.
Lin Jing waited for less than two minutes and couldn't help but send Lan Bowen a smiling emoticon.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Boss, it’s okay if you don’t want to ask for a private article. Can I trouble you?
Lan Bowen still ignored her.
Lin Jing gritted his teeth and started typing as if he was risking his life.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Boss, I’m sorry.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: I bow ninety degrees and I’m sorry.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: I didn’t mean it just now, I just suddenly had a brain twitch. Don’t mind, boss.
Lin Jing sent several messages in a row, but there was no response from Lan Bowen.
She was about to give herself a nod when a line of words appeared on the screen: Just in a meeting.
Thank God Rambo took care of her.
Lin Jinggang was about to reply to the message, and Lan Bowen circled her sentence: "Boss, it's okay if you don't want to ask for a private article, can I trouble you?" and replied: What's the matter?
Tiantiantiantian: Can you re-send the first sentence you said to me?
"Which sentence?"
"Hello, would you like to receive private papers?"
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Pick up!
Ran Bowen:……
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Boss, what do you want?
Lan Bowen probably felt that he had encountered someone special, so he was quiet for a while and then sent her a message, which was his request for this manuscript.
Tiantiantiantian: Okay, no problem, boss, I will come up with some ideas first. When the line draft appears, I will come back to you for confirmation.
Rambo: Okay.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Then boss, I will come up with ideas.
Lan Bowen: Wait a minute.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Boss, do you have any other instructions?
Ran Bowen: I’m making an appointment with Miracle’s new avatar. I hope you can keep it a secret and don’t make it public.
Lan Bowen: Also, what is your quotation?
Lin Jing was silent for two seconds: Can you not charge me?
Ran Bowen:?
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: If it doesn’t work, how about one dollar?