Brother Nian has a ability that makes Luo Qingyu particularly envious, chatting with people, he only throws out a simple sentence, and he can guide some fools to tell the most impressive things about themselves these days, without reservation.

...... That's right, this fool is her.

Fortunately, she is used to it, Brother Nian is a person who can analyze every trivial matter in daily life from a scientific point of view, and then her mouth is full of terms, which makes her look confused.

"Brother Nian, aren't you lonely looking for a partner like me?" she asked curiously, "We don't have a common topic at all." ”

"Think I'm boring?" Brother Nian teased her by tapping on the keyboard, his eyes still staring at the work board on the computer.

"Nope. ”

"Why do you suddenly have this thought?"

"Tonight, I attended a dinner party with Shi Ya and Nong Qige, and met a lot of fellow practitioners...... "Let's go to it, let's talk about the spiritual process of Shi Ya's admiration tonight, "Oh, at that moment, he is so handsome!"

Look, there are many people in the same way to talk about it, and no matter how long the days pass, they will not be boring or boring.

The man in the video pursed the corners of his mouth imperceptibly and asked quietly:

"No one asked who you were for?"

They asked, but they didn't believe it. Luo Qingyu disagreed, "Because I won't say your name." ”

She is a semi-public figure, limited to her own original works, and does not want her private life to be made public. Besides, his reputation is even higher, and having a girlfriend like her who is making trouble everywhere is easy to criticize.

So, keeping a low profile is king.

"Later, I'll send you a few ring samples to choose from, let's pick a favorite style and customize an engagement ring, which will save you a lot of trouble after wearing it. ”

Wearing an engagement ring, a personable person will not ask, and a personless and blind person can ignore her if she asks. That kind of person basically has no use value, and there is no need to treat or socialize politely, which is a lot of worry.

"No hurry, it's late. Luo Qingyu looked at the time, yo, it's zero.

"I'm trying to find ......"

Most men and women would not refuse his request, even at midnight. Look at her box of spicy chicken for supper, it is estimated that she can eat it for half an hour, and the digestion time is added for another half an hour, and an hour is enough to choose a style.

It will start tomorrow and arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest......

Luo Qingyu: "......"

While munching on supper, he guessed that Brother Nian might have been a senior accountant in his previous life, and this kind of virtue of calculating every second is really terrifying. In other words, she has a sense of crisis, if the two divorce in the future, will she be cleaned out of the house?

Well, that's a bit of a high probability......

Although he slept late, at four o'clock in the morning the next day, Luo Qingyu went out to work in the other courtyard on time. How to put it, it seems that after a gorgeous feast last night, the work of day after day suddenly returned to its previous vividness and vitality.

No scheming, no masks, just a bunch of mischievous and motivated little radish heads trick-or-treating. Today, the sun is still shining, the air is always fresh, and the trees are lush and thriving where they have taken root.

Sure enough, life occasionally has to have a contrast, in order to deeply appreciate how precious the peaceful years in front of us are......

The mood has recovered, and the work has been handled relatively peacefully.

On Sunday night, Luo Qingyu received a call from Zuo Yi asking for leave again, and she agreed, without even asking the reason for the other party's leave. After hanging up the phone, tell Agent Zhang about it and forget it, and she doesn't have to worry about the rest.

She is just a dance teacher whose responsibility is to teach her students how to dance well. Students are adults with their own thoughts and ambitions, and it is up to them to decide where to go.

After all, Luo Qingyu thinks that his life is also a mess, and he is really not qualified to teach others how to choose the path of life.

During today's recess, she was used to asking Anton for a golden grain to hold in her throat to cool her throat.

Her actions were seen by Huang Bishi and asked, "Teacher Luo, why do you keep eating golden throats?

Luo Qingyu didn't expect her to pay attention to this, she was stunned, and immediately smiled, "No, this is a habit that I developed before, and I can't change it for a while." "After teaching this batch of adult students, this habit will be gone.

"It's a medicine that is poisonous, Mr. Luo, you'd better get rid of this habit. "There are kind suggestions from students.

"That's right," Huang Bishi said while wiping her sweat, "A few days ago, Kang Nan had an uncomfortable throat, so I asked my mother to buy some Chinese herbal tea from an old Chinese medicine doctor, which is good for my throat." ”

"Really?" Kangnan, who was drinking water, had his eyes lit up and stretched out his hand to her, "Thank you, hurry up and bring it." ”

Huang Bishi smiled and got up to rummage through her bag, "That old Chinese medicine doctor is very famous near our house, and many people are vying to buy his tea bags. I rarely go home, so I bought a lot of them, and any of you who wants to take them as much as you want. ”

The students were overjoyed when they heard this, and hurriedly reached out to take the tea bags distributed by Huang Bishi.

"Teacher Luo, can you also take two packets to try?" Huang Bishi finished distributing the tea bags, even Anton and Ah Gai also got one pack, and the remaining two small packets were given to Luo Qingyu.

Luo Qingyu took it and took a look, oh, it was filled with honeysuckle, wheat winter and chrysanthemums. Whether it has an effect depends on the individual's physique, but it is certain that it is non-toxic and has no side effects after drinking it once or twice.

This kind of traditional Chinese medicine tea can be seen everywhere, and as far as Luo Qingyu knows, my mother has such a simple recipe in order to appease the psychological effect of ordinary people.

However, Huang Bishi is kind and doesn't have to be slapped in the face.

"Thank you. Luo Qingyu said with a smile, reminding him by the way, "Someone just said that it is a three-point poison, and it is enough to drink it once or twice, and it is not good to drink it for a long time." ”

"That's a must, this thing is useful, who likes to drink it for a long time? Is it milk tea not fragrant?" a male student joked.

Everyone laughed, folded the package and began to make tea, including Luo Qingyu.

"Do you want to leave two packs for Zuo Yi?" Li Ru asked hesitantly.

Huang Bishi waved her hand decisively and said crisply: "I left it for her, don't worry." ”

These students have their own temperaments, and among a bunch of handsome guys and beauties, Li Ru is considered to be ordinary, and she is not very conspicuous in this group. But she is a cheerful girl like Diao Chan, and she gets along well with the team members.

Not to mention, as the main figure of the team, Kangnan is not arrogant or impatient, modest and studious, never put on a show, and is deeply loved by his teammates.

Zuo Yi was also one of them, and since she came back from her first leave, she slowly seemed to be isolated from the team.

Faced with this situation, Luo Qingyu was helpless.

If a team is internally centrifugal, she can't be reconciled by an outsider, so she can only rely on the efforts of Agent Zhang and the team members themselves.

This is also the reason why Luo Qingyu often eats mints, he is too tired and tired.

After class, she returned to her office door and unexpectedly saw a bouquet of flowers on the table. Inside the bouquet is a small card with the name of the person who sent the flower in English.

She told the front desk last year that flowers with names could be delivered to her office. She knew the flower giver, and she had seen and danced that night on Friday, as if it was the son of an artist?

As soon as she put down the small card, the other party's phone was transferred directly to her landline, and she asked with a smile: "Do you remember me?"

"Yes. Luo Qingyu sighed silently and sat down, "You sent the flowers?"

"Do you like it?"

"Like, thanks. Caressing a delicate petal, she smiled, "But I still say the same thing, I have a boyfriend." ”

"You can't meet friends of the opposite sex if you have a boyfriend? The other party teased.