Xiaolou was windy and rainy last night.

also really sank on the bed and stood up, Fang Chao's phone called, saying that the studio had taken over a commission, and the client was a psychopath.

"That girl asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend, attend my ex's funeral, and then jump with her in public at my ex's grave!"

Yizhen said "um", "It's come to this, bring a lightning helmet and you can get on." After finishing speaking, he cut off decisively.

It's not surprising that this is the seventy-sixth bizarre commission that the studio has taken over since its inception - who made our studio call it a madhouse.

Recently, the school organized an internship and asked everyone to have a self-made resume, and some people glanced at the "madhouse" item in her work column, thinking that she was out of a mental hospital in Jiangyu.

Yizhen turned over, and saw the bean sprouts skillfully hook the bedroom window screen with their claws, meow a few times, and step on a few small plum blossoms on the windowsill.

Sleepy-eyed glanced at the watermark on the windowsill, and really shouted that he was in a groove, and when he rushed to the balcony, it was already full of water.

The sparse branches and fallen leaves floated in the water, and a row of pothos on the balcony died en masse.

Since Liang Xi moved back to the dormitory, Yizhen's life has been a mess, either forgetting to turn off the gas or running away from home hungry, and even the thriving cactus has chosen to commit suicide.

Night Ember once said that her urine sex will never change when she encounters something like an autumn wind passing through a donkey's ears.

It's been five years, and she still thinks of him inadvertently.

Yizhen poured W brand cat food on the bean sprouts, and the bean sprouts were very satisfied with the milk, and the deflated stomach bulged like a balloon.

Looking at the bean sprouts, she remembered her first acquaintance with the Ember of Night, five years ago on a dark and windy night in the bushes of Privet Road.

She skipped class and climbed over the wall, and when she landed on the ground, she saw a fluffy ball curled up in a cardboard box.

The carton smelled of urine, and it was a little smoky. Yizhen heard a few faint cat meows before being smoked away, and the little thing in the cardboard box was half-propped up on his eyelids, and he was about to starve to death.

It is forbidden to keep cats in the girls' dormitory, so Yizhen went to the pharmacy to buy a syringe and poured milk into the small things.

Then, she heard the trash can next to her "thump".

That's him.

Not near or far, the tree is very windy.

She does not gossip, but she has also heard that according to legend, Night Ember is the only Chinese who has stepped down alive from the world's top American black market boxing match, and the death rate of a match is as high as 100%.

At that time, she was terrified: how many people did he have to kill after every year of boxing?

However, there are as many people who like death as the Qing of the River, and they can circle the earth hand in hand.

He glanced at her faintly, and threw a box of chocolates into the trash.

Yizhen watched the beautifully wrapped gifts draw a string of parabolas in the air, and finally they were thrown into the trash without exception.

She felt sorry for those girls.

At first, she didn't know that milk couldn't be fed to the cats, so she came to feed it every day, and then every day she could see the bad things like the embers throwing pots.

One day she couldn't help it, and was filled with righteous indignation: "Wouldn't you be ashamed to be ashamed of violating other people's sincerity like this!"

He finally looked at her squarely, and the Grim Reaper really deserved to be the Grim Reaper, and with a smash in the eye, her soul was directly cut off.

And then?

also really remembered his good-looking face, and the bean sprouts that were urged to eat took a bite on her hand.

A flash is like a record skipping frame. Yizhen came back to his senses, fed the bean sprouts, and went out with a bag on his back. I bought a Nice light food sandwich and latte at the coffee shop downstairs and went to school leisurely.

It has passed the point of class, so there are not many people on campus, and the hibiscus on the side of the road is dense. The sunlight sifted through the gaps in the leaves, and when the wind blew, the light points swayed around the shadows of the trees, like small golden bells.

"Two choices, either come to our studio or go to the warp and weft factory to sharpen the hammer. ”

Fang Chao and Dapeng are actively promoting the studio in the classroom.

"Yizhen is also in our studio. ”

Yizhen suddenly heard his name, puzzled, and saw that the eyes of the boys who were fooled lit up, and immediately nodded.

"Shame on you. Yizhen glanced at Fang Chao, "I'd rather go to the warp and weft factory to sharpen the hammer than accompany you to the grave." ”

What's more, she only received an offer from CoCULB yesterday to hire her as an internship assistant.

Fang Chao didn't believe it, and insisted that it was a fraudulent email.

In fact, she thinks so too, after all, she didn't even submit her resume.

"Are you going to go back to Adela to be your daughter?" Dapeng raised his eyebrows, his face distressed: "You money-hungry money slave is not worthy of playing with us." ”

"Then you two will pay me back the 30,000 yuan you owe me now. ”

Fang Chao and Dapeng immediately fell silent.

is really not a person with big ambitions, and she has no principles, but there is one thing: she will never make peace with Xiang Zhou, who kicked her out of the house.

Xiang Zhou, the chairman of the Adela Group, that is, her father, took the mother and daughter home when she was 16 years old. Yizhen insisted on changing her surname to her mother's surname, and coupled with Xiao San's fanning of the flames, she was kicked out of the house.

Liang Xi walked over with bubble tea in his hand, shouting that he received a fraudulent text message yesterday, and after reporting, it was confirmed that the other party was a fraud camp.

"Is it CoCULB?" Yizhen asked Liang Xi.

"CoCULB? Isn't it? Even multinational groups are impersonating, for fear that others will not know that it is a fraud?"

The rise of CoCULB is like the birth of Venus from the sea, a few years ago the financial crisis frosted many companies, but CoCULB quickly recovered in just two years, and became a monopoly business empire, which can be called a legend in the industry.

Although I think it's a fraud, this meat is too tempting, and it's really ghostly, so I have to take a bite to not regret it for life.

So, she hid it from the three of them, saying that she would go to the warp and weft factory to sharpen the hammer, but in fact she secretly ran to the fraud concentration camp.

reported the name of the place to the taxi driver, and he really reacted, how could there be a fraud concentration camp in a prime location?

Standing in front of her was a splendid temple. The interior is paved with jazz white marble, and the sluggish wall lamps slow out from the Greek statues in the corners, without brilliance, and the uniform cold tones reveal low-key and extravagance.

Yizhen slapped himself with his backhand, making sure he wasn't dreaming.

The staff at the front desk were not mean and indifferent, and treated her as warm as spring.

"Please move to the office on the sixteenth floor. ”

"Which one on the sixteenth floor?"

"There is only one office on the sixteenth floor. "The woman's face is like a flower.

Yizhen pressed the elevator door, and the thought of being rehearsed thousands of times came to him: Is it that the night embers are back?

Soon she habitually vetoed again.

Looking down at the ground through the glass, the people below are like a pile of small shrimps. Yizhen rubbed his temples. Strange, an electric shock flashed through his face.