Where is the 22nd?

Madara took a long walk around the building, and she realized that she seemed to be lost. God is pitiful, can you not get lost if you are the same all around?

The glass mirror reflected her bewildered face, and she turned her head to the rabbit for help.

The rabbit looked impatient and pointed at it.

A large glass door with the Huangliang Art Center hanging next to the door. On the door number, No. 22 is clearly engraved with blue lines on a white background. Quietly pestle in front of him, Madara was a little embarrassed, and rushed forward with his head down. The rabbit didn't have time to hold her before he bumped into her.

Syllable......

The sound of the glass door cracking was loud, and sporadic splashes of glass shards scratched her skin. Traces of blood overflowed, and the air slowly exuded a sweet aroma.

The nearby employees were attracted by the loud noise, and one by one they left their work and gathered around to discuss with each other.

When the man who was receiving water inside the door saw them, he was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he forgot to turn off the water. The overflowing water from the teacup scalded his hand, and the water cup fell to the ground in one fell swoop, and the tea leaves flowed to the ground, exuding a strong tea fragrance.

"What are you doing?"

"Can't blame me!"

After a brief moment of silence, the onlookers slowly dispersed. A soft voice sounded: "What's wrong?" Seeing this, Brother Chashui hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

As soon as Banzhu saw the person coming, wasn't this the elevator guy just now? She stepped forward and squeezed away the tea. Hold his hand vigorously: "I'm sorry, we're here for an interview!

"Your face hurts!" The man looked at them as he spoke, "How old are you?"

He looked at the hand holding him, his knuckles white and tender, and there was a faint fragrance around his nose. It is different from the strong smell of tea leaves, and it is a little faintly sweet.

"It's okay, we..."

"We're just here to see, are you hiring?" the rabbit interrupted Madara, pulling her behind him and looking at the man, "If we don't, we'll leave." As he spoke, he pulled the bamboo and walked out.

The man took a long step and stood in front of them: "It's really an urgent person, of course we recruit people." This glass door hasn't settled the account yet!" Turning to the side, "Please come inside, you guys sit down first, and I'll let the account manager come and talk!"

The man led them out of a small room, where many people sat in the hallway. His expression was a little wooden, and he looked at them quietly.

"Wait here. ”

As the man left, he glanced at the people in the hallway, and as if frightened, the people who were sitting in the dat retreated and crowded into the inner rooms one after another.

"Doesn't you think something is wrong?" the rabbit squinted down the hallway.

"What's wrong?"

"Forget it! It's in vain to tell you. He squatted on the ground, "I'm not afraid anyway!"

Banzhu also squatted down and leaned over: "Aren't you tired of squatting? Brother Rabbit, I decided to set a small goal first!"

"Huh?"

"How do you feel about earning it a full meal every day. She looked at the rabbit expectantly.

"I don't think it's good, you should lose the money first. Don't talk, people are coming!"

"Yes, I think so, I'm still hurt! ......" she stood up and turned to look at the man with a smile.

The man was against the light, with broad shoulders and tall feet. There seemed to be a person behind her, looking like a woman, and then she lost consciousness.

Not to be precise, it's about losing consciousness, it's about losing control of your body.

She looked at herself as she was a stranger in front of her, and when she looked at the man who came affectionately with tears in her eyes, she really wanted to kill the ghost in front of her.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"