Zhao Baoxuan has seen a lot of posts of "waiting for ...... online" but no one pays attention to them.

She felt that she was destined for Master Zhou, and people gave her a timely interpretation of her dreams, and she also had to give feedback in time.

Perhaps, her post can get another online reply.

So as soon as her brain was hot, she typed out the dream.

At this time, she really wanted to find someone to cheer her up, she was afraid that she would not have the courage to face Zhang Wuwei, and she would not be able to survive for three days.

There is a big difference between finding a job and finding a stable job.

It's better to ask what the future holds, and then you can feel at ease.

The light of the table lamp reflects a hazy light on the wall through the lampshade, like a freeze-frame spotlight effect on the stage.

Zhao Baoxuan seemed to see Zhang Wuwei appear in the aperture again, her eyes seemed to be smiling, and the corners of her mouth were hooked.

If it weren't for a festive dress, that look would have looked like an official handling a case, and she laughed so much that she felt furious.

Zhao Baoxuan sat up straight suddenly, and when she was just typing, she felt as if something was wrong.

That dress is the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty!

It's not the groom's wedding robe!

Oh my God, it's big!

Is it too late for her to delete the post now?

Zhao Baoxuan hurried to see the post.

It's too late, the post has become a hot post, and there are already more than thirty floors - Master Zhou's fans are frying again.

There are enviable:

[Little sister's crush! ]

[Wow, the enemy family is in love with the young lady, so romantic!]

[Did the landlord agree to marry?]

Did you dream of ancient times? Han, Tang, Song, Ming, Qing, and Republic of China?]

There are also questioning teasing:

[Is it really fake? Can you still dream of the characters in your dreams? Hehe, I'll just watch you hit the wall quietly!]

[How much is a post? Give a group number, and everyone will earn it together.] 】

[It's too unprofessional, don't make up stories and follow yesterday's post, open a new post and don't change the vest, bad reviews!]

[You got a job as a childcare, right?]

There is also a big deal to watch the excitement:

[Seek the truth!]

[What is the name of the beauty in the WeChat group?

[Focus: Sleep every evening !!]

[Is the person you hunted down a man or a woman?

There are many opinions, and there is everything.

Seeing these malicious posts, Zhao Baoxuan was stunned, and her smile condensed.

It seems to be the opposite!

What to do?

Master Zhou wouldn't think she was here to make trouble, right?

Do you want to send a text message to Master Zhou to explain the situation?

Would Master Zhou have thought she was deliberately attracting attention?

Just when she was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do, Master Zhou first sent her a private message inside the forum: "*Forget worries* Hello! I believe that your dream is true, but your post on the forum is like a deliberate advertising post, I won't reply to you in the post, just send a private message here to chat." You talk about your dreams in detail, the background, the characters, the dialogues, the changes before and after, all be clear. ”

*Forget worry grass* is the screen name registered by Zhao Baoxuan in the forum, which is the literal interpretation of the word Xuan.

can have a direct conversation with Master Zhou, Zhao Baoxuan was so nervous that her little heart was pounding, her palms were sweating, and she hurriedly typed intently, and described the picture she could think of with the vigor of writing a report:

[Hello Master Zhou, my dream is as follows: I dreamed that the person I was chasing was standing in front of me in a red robe, and ripped off the red cloth covering my head, and there were two people next to me, I didn't see the men and women clearly, I was very scared, he said to me, "Don't be afraid", and then I woke up. 】

After a paragraph, Zhao Baoxuan checked it from the beginning, and felt even more ashamed, she was even more sure that she was actually a prisoner in that short dream, and she was caught for some reason, Zhang Wuwei didn't come to lift the red hijab at all, but tore off the sheets covering her and prepared to interrogate her, and the two people who didn't know the gender next to her could be deduced to be men, because it was impossible for the bride or the maid to wear black clothes.

She didn't dare to be inconsistent in her words, so she could only use neutral words as much as possible.

After thinking about it twice, I felt that there was nothing wrong or missing, and clicked send.

Seeing the words that had been sent out on the screen, Zhao Baoxuan breathed a sigh of relief, if she was misunderstood that she was a narcissist, she would be embarrassed and embarrassed - it was obviously an official trial prisoner who thought that someone wanted to marry her, how confident is this illusion!

If you let Xu Yuyan know, she will roll on the ground with laughter!

Distraught, Zhao Baoxuan went to the bookcase and turned out "The Court Clothes of the Past Dynasties".

On the page of the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty, there are the key points she drew on it, as well as her graffiti, which depicts the ancient beautiful man she imagined.

The medical community has been able to collect samples of people unearthed in ancient tombs for DNA restoration, and has restored the appearance of many ancient nobles and royal families, according to undisclosed internal information, those ancient nobles are really not good-looking.

She felt that the medical conditions in ancient times were not good, and many people either died in battle or died of illness, and the restored appearance would definitely be biased.

She also wrote a dissertation on it, which was praised by her teachers, who decided that she would be able to make great achievements in archaeology, and encouraged her to continue her doctoral studies.

is so optimistic about the seedlings, but they can actually confuse the clothes!

If she can resurrect people, the officials in charge of etiquette under Ming Taizu are estimated to jump up and tear up her graduation thesis.

I flipped through the book and flipped through the small half of the book, but I didn't see a reply from Master Zhou, but my parents came back.

Wang Cuiyu was not at ease with Zhao Baoxuan's ability to do things, so she deliberately came back early to inspect the work.

was quite satisfied with a few sets of white-collar outfits, but he was dissatisfied with Zhao Baoxuan's perfunctory attitude, and couldn't help but chatter: "It looks like a thing like this, when you go to work in a big company, you have to look clean and serious, those broom-like eyelashes, Daogu-like robes, and jingling stones and iron pieces are not allowed to appear again."

Let me tell you, go out to see the sky and look at the face, Xiao Zhang can be the boss at a young age, you can't treat the company as your own home when you follow him to work, think that you have relatives to give you as a backer and be willful, you are his assistant, you have to follow his will when you talk and do things, if you don't understand, ask questions, and learn your own skills.

Don't be afraid that people will think you won't dare to speak, you are a junior and have just graduated, it doesn't matter what you can, reach out and don't hit the smiling person, ah, smile more at Xiao Zhang and Uncle Zhang, he will be good to you, and others will be good to you, what I said is a golden rule, and keeping it in your head is only good for you, you know?"

"Got it!"

"The hair should be tied up, the girl's forehead is high and she looks smart, don't cover it, and go to perm it tomorrow, and the bangs will be blown back. ”

"Oh. ”

"Go to bed early, you have to go to bed early and get up early in the future, you can only go to work earlier than the leader, and you have to give a small ...... Your Uncle Zhang wiped the table and poured hot tea. ”

“......”

Zhao Baoxuan, who had been trained for more than half an hour, felt more and more that she was going to be a maid.