It's fierce!

For me, who works overtime every day, sleep is a luxury. But why don't I cherish it so much? Since I can't sleep, I get up, in order to avoid working overtime, the stupid bird flies first!

Actually, I'm not really a stupid bird, and the reason for working overtime is very simple, because I work for a fashion magazine, and it's in the middle of the issue, and I'm the assistant to the big boss of the company.

Being an assistant is quite a painful thing, it seems to be glamorous, but in fact it is a big girl in charge, busy for the boss during the day, watching and listening to all directions, while achieving performance and income, but also responsible for two columns alone, dedicating free literature and thinking to the monthly magazine; I have to accompany the boss to eat, drink and have fun at night, I don't see the faint dawn, it is difficult to see my lovely bed - overtime? That's a must!

I walked into the company gate all the way, and it was not yet 8 o'clock, and the office was empty.

Who said that June is not very hot, the office air is poor and the air pressure is low after suffocating all night, and it is even more stuffy, and the air conditioner is turned on while opening the window. Waste? Just think of it as my overtime work without overtime pay, not to mention that it was originally a central air conditioner, in order to make yourself more comfortable to install a small hanging air conditioner, of course, to make the best use of things.

Broken? No response? Who damn pull the latch so damn it! The virtues of industriousness and thrift are not expressed in this way!

I had no choice but to help a chair climb up, and the chair was spinning, and the sky was spinning.

Dazzling, dizzy, and white in front of me.

Damn it, I pulled up a swivel chair, and by the time I found out about it, it was glamorously slapping on the floor. Fortunately, no one from the company will come at this time, otherwise it would be difficult to fall beautifully, elegantly and tastefully lying here in a short skirt.

What about the arm? I don't feel it? Based on the common sense I know, I guess it should be dislocated, I can't move, it's painful, but ...... I don't think there will be any fractures.

Awkwardly took out his mobile phone, and when he heard his brother's voice, a wow, tears gushed out. My elder brother, the great comrade Zhan Xiaoyan, a great soldier of our party, listened to me howl like this for nearly half a minute, and then opened his mouth in a deep voice that would never change decibels: "Laugh, don't cry, talk about things." ”

I think my crying is due to his habitual dependence, usually two drops of blood with a broken finger, and after seeing him appear, he will hold a less obvious wound and cry for a long time, so Master Zhanda will definitely not think that something is wrong with me. So he cried "I'm in the company, save me!" and immediately hung up the phone.

I know that as long as I say this, my brother will immediately put down and appear by my side no matter where he is doing, and I hope it will be the same this time.

Helplessly maintaining an embarrassing appearance, I began a long wait, waiting for my brother's rescue.

Twenty minutes passed, and as I was lamenting why Beijing's traffic would never improve, and wondering how long I could last, the door opened.

My brother walked in quickly, and when he saw me lying here, he froze in place as if he had been spotted by a sunflower.

Pointing to his arm, he muttered weakly: "I can't move......"

Before my tears could gush out again, he instantly broke through the second pulse of Ren Du, successfully solved the acupoint by himself, and took a few big steps to pick me up and ran out.

I thought - I'm saved!

My vision began to blur, and I held on for a moment, and I fainted with confidence and boldness.