Chapter 11: Chances

"My God, does our company have to give her a publicity performance award alone this year?" He Han was dumbfounded when he heard this kind of mouth cannon that eats by mouth,

"It's a pity that this level of foolery doesn't go to the marketing department, right? No, old man, I have to ask you for people, talents!" The bus stop still had her legs for a while, she walked out slowly, and a familiar face was found in the private car - you can't blame her eyes for being too good, you have to blame the car for being too dazzling.

23.224.255.35,23.224.255.35; 0; pc; 5; Chen Xing, a grinding iron literature, chatted with netizens on the screen,

"Friends, I am a HZ employee, as one of the parties, I will tell you the details......"

"You're not going on a business trip?" Fang Ze turned around and patted him on the shoulder,

"If you go slowly, you will be invited to eat seafood when you come back. She subconsciously hid to the side, and when she was done, she felt that she was hiding inexplicably, so she twisted her chest and buttocks, wanting to scare Chen Xing, but she didn't think about others

"Solid as a rock", she didn't move, but she staggered half a step by herself, and her tongue was short-circuited in a panic, forgetting what she was going to say.

Chen Xing's live broadcast ended and returned the phone

"Mediterranean Baby",

"I'm sorry, the phone is running out of battery, you are welcome to consult if you have any questions, but we have already told Mr. Zhang about the problem of changing the plan, you can go home and discuss with Mr. Zhang if you have any questions." In addition, our company allows the customer to terminate the contract if he is not satisfied with the plan. ”

"Sure enough, it's still a beautiful scene. Lao Xu circled around a tree of red leaves twice, looked very carefully, and turned around to ask his granddaughter after reading it,

"I see a bunch of people in front of me, let's not crowd it, isn't it the same to look at a tree and look at a piece?" Lao Xu is sitting on the sofa looking at his mobile phone, looking at the travel photos sent by an old sister in the WeChat group of the elderly activity center, a bunch of red leaf photos, she feels that she has understood the essence of this year's red leaves scenery after reading the photos, there is no great need to observe on the spot, so the mentality is very stable,

"What's the hurry, it's easy to rest and it's like going to work, you're not tired, I'll keep breakfast for you, and you'll go out after eating." Fang Ze casually threw away the flowers in the vase, put the newly bought one in, and then stood on the edge of the bed and looked at him for a while.

Every time I come to see him, I can more or less always remember some things from the past, but I just want to think about it, and I don't mix any emotions.

For vegetative people, the doctor would advise the person who came to visit him to talk to him, but Fang Ze also didn't know what to say.

She subconsciously hid to the side, and when she was done, she felt that she was hiding inexplicably, so she twisted her chest and buttocks, and wanted to scare Chen Xing, but she didn't think about others

"Solid as a rock", she didn't move, but she staggered half a step by herself, and her tongue was short-circuited in a panic, forgetting what she was going to say.

23.224.255.35,23.224.255.35; 0; pc; 5; Grinding Iron Literature