Bai Rongwei sat in the office with a gloomy face, with a mountain of documents in front of him, and a ball of paper crumpled by him into balls.

"What's wrong? Are you going to set the house on fire? ”

As soon as Xie Chengsu entered the door, he was staggered by the smell of smoke in the entire room.

Bai Rongwei raised her eyelids to look at him, still silent.

Xie Chengsu looked at the mountain of cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him, and his mouth grew in fright, "You don't want to die!" ”

As he spoke, Xie Chengsu opened all the windows, and he had to breathe, otherwise he would choke to death by the smell of smoke.

The snow outside had covered the ground completely......

"The Old Dream of Light Rain" one hundred and thirty-seven is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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