When Song Jin passed, it was noon.

Muse shouldn't be at home at this time, oh, no, judging from the documents piled up in the past few days, it's uncertain whether he can go home or not, in short, go to the department-level office to find him, and you will definitely find someone.

Song Jin hadn't been here before, and he didn't know where the muse's office was, but the guards inside and outside were really strict, even if it was noon time to get off work, the gate was full of people, this kind of interstellar office, it didn't matter if it didn't matter, it really couldn't get in.

And the people who work in it are all acquaintances who know the roots, and you can know at a glance whether you are from here or not, and it is a little difficult to enter through the gate.

Song Jin glanced at it, rubbed his wrists, moved his muscles and bones in place, and then climbed up from the high wall on the side.

Realizing that there was no one around, he jumped down and walked through the lawn yard, because there were so many people in it, even the corridor was full of people, and groups were talking and laughing and talking about business, and they couldn't get into it to fish in troubled waters.

Song Jin had no choice but to lean on the window outside, step on the balcony, and look for it from house to house.

She looked for three households, either there was no one in the office, or she didn't know them, she suddenly became a little impatient, took out the curved sickle, and patted the blade of the knife, "Brother sickle, wake up Lao Tzu, work!" ”

The pitch-black scivet bent the blade of the knife, flew in the air, looked at the windows around it, and then pointed in a direction, the blade shook desperately, and seemed to be very excited.

Song Jin thought as she crawled, knowing that this product was so useful, so what else was she looking for.

And then—

She saw that in the very, very clear window, a blonde and blue-eyed girl was facing away from her, slowly taking off her clothes, revealing the inner clothes inside, with a soft and beautiful posture.

The scene is very fragrant.

The scythe leaned over very excitedly, clinging to the window glass, the blade of the knife vibrated violently, twisting and turning like an idiot, if the window was not locked, I am afraid it would have penetrated in.

Song Jin pointed to the trash can on the ground, expressionless, "Get in, don't come out again, shame." ”

Curved Scythe ""

In the end, the sickle was beaten by Song Jin, and he went to find the muse aggrieved.

The windows in this direction of the Muse are also locked.

The man in the dark green army uniform buried his head in front of the bookcase, his posture was straight and neat, and the fingers holding the pen were distinct and powerful.

From Song Jin's point of view, you can only see his cold and majestic, indifferent side face with a knife and axe, and thin lips pursed into a straight line, which looks a little indifferent.

If it weren't for his good looks, he would not know how many beautiful girls would be scared off just because of the coercion of this cold and terrifying superior.

Song Jin's whole face was attached to the window, his eyes were shining, and he was salivating.

How can you be so good-looking, that waist, that legs, that face, ahhhhhhh

She's willing to go to jail again!

Hey, hey, hey.

Curved Scythe ""

It's you who should go to the trash! Lose face!

Song Jin was crazy for a while, and then she remembered what she was here for, raised her hand and knocked on the glass window, and when she saw the man looking up faintly, she whistled at him again and pointed to the window in front of her.

The windows of this quality can't even penetrate bullets and ammunition, and the sound is even less likely to be transmitted in.

The man didn't ask her what she was here for, he raised his hand and pressed a red button on the table, and the window slowly opened.

Seeing this, Song Jin whistled again, and didn't come in, just sat on the open window, and asked shamelessly, "Hey, handsome guy, do you want special services?" It's free. ”

The man's dark eyes glanced at her, and his side face was indifferent and cold, and he couldn't see what emotion it was.

Suddenly, the half-open window stopped, and it seemed to close again.

Song Jin was afraid of being squeezed by the window, so he hurriedly jumped back to the balcony from the window, and said hurriedly while the window was about to be completely closed

"Eh, wait, wait, wait, don't turn it off, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, can't I. I—I'm here to trouble you, ah no, I'm here to discuss something with you this time, open a window. ”

Old-fashioned.

It's hard to make a play.

By the time Song Jin came in again, it was already ten minutes later.

This time she learned to be obedient, watching the window open completely, and then stepping into it from the balcony, the whole time she kept quiet as a chicken, the years were quiet, and whoever spoke was a lady of a dog.

As soon as I got off the ground, I reverted to my old ways, and I wanted to run towards the man.

"Go over and sit down." The man glanced at her faintly.

"Oh." Song Jin had no choice but to brake halfway and turn a corner.

She maintained a reserved elegance on her face, but in fact secretly scolded the smile of "old fashioned to die", sat on the sofa, and the hooligan just now was forced to put away, but she really had a bit of the demeanor of an upper-class socialite lady.

Song Jin pretended for fifteen minutes, and found that the other party was still sitting behind the table, with her hands constantly signing one document after another, as if she was still a ball of 88 pounds of air, the posture couldn't hold on, and she suddenly stepped down.

Others are millions per minute, and this goods may be billions per minute.

Although the money is not his, it is a matter of people's livelihood, and it seems really not good to interrupt it rashly.

Song Jin felt uncomfortable sitting and wanted to put her feet crossed on the sofa, but she was wearing a skirt today, and she blamed her for not making it clear, when she was in the hotel, she was too lazy to go down to buy clothes, so she gave a sum of money to the waiter and asked her to help buy a piece of clothing.

I don't know what the waiter thinks, but I actually bought her a dark green skirt, so even if I don't buy a safety pants, I'm not afraid that she will go away!

Since she was quite tall, her skirt was above the knees, and if she was cross-legged, she would definitely have a clear view of the scenery, although this was the muse's office, who knew if a man would suddenly come in.

This is not that or that, Song Jin can only twist around on the sofa to find a comfortable position, and in the end he can't find it, so he can only blame him for the problem of the skirt

"That brother, interrupt you, is there a problem with your sofa? Otherwise, why do I feel wrong no matter how I sit? You shouldn't buy counterfeit goods to save money, right? ”

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"Also, your table is too old-fashioned, isn't it? It's not pretty, but the dim sum on this table looks delicious, not really delicious! Do you want one? Oh, I forgot, seniors don't eat desserts. ”

The muse was silent for a while, and said lightly, "Get out." ”

Song Jin looked up at the sky and pretended not to hear.

At this time, someone came in from outside with a document, and when he saw Song Jin in the house, he was stunned, and he didn't know whether he should come in.

Without waiting for the muse to speak, Song Jin looked like he had seen the savior, and said very familiarly, "Eh, brother, are you here to deliver the documents?" Thank you for your hard work, come in quickly, come in, sit down, and it's okay when I don't exist. ”