Entering the high-end office building and sitting in the lattice room symbolizing status, He Yuan was full of happiness from the bottom of her heart to the bottom of her eyes, and every cell in her body was shouting and cheering.

The first one goes to the office, makes tea for colleagues, buys coffee, and cleans up.

Even though everyone is calling her and doesn't take her seriously, she will be happy as long as she is asked to do things.

Whether it's running or shopping, her happiness is very simple, everyone can always see the sunshine in her.

"Xiao He, go buy me a cup of Mocha." Colleague Li Ling shouted.

"I want a latte."

"My Italian."

"Buy me a cup of plain soy milk."

He Yuan hurriedly wrote in his notebook: "Sister Ling, are you still half sugar?" ”

"Sister Jing, are you still drinking ice today?"

"Brother Zhang, don't you want fritters?"

He Yuan has long been accustomed to buying breakfast for everyone at work every day, and in order to remember everyone's preferences, she specially wrote down what they eat every day in a notebook.

She doesn't miss anyone, and even if she doesn't let her buy it, she asks about it.

"Brother Wang, do you have anything to bring?" He Yuan walked to the palace and asked.

"No, you go and get back quickly." The palace said without raising his head.

He Yuan bought breakfast for everyone in the editorial department, but she didn't buy it for the palace, she had bought it for him without authorization, but she was severely criticized: "Don't buy it if I don't let you buy it, don't always spend your mind on these, read more books and newspapers, and study hard." ”

So that morning, she ate the most expensive meal ever.

"Little girl, you're here again." Compared with Starbucks, she prefers the aunt who sells soy milk, and the waiters in Starbucks are more arrogant than the other, and every time she speaks, she is yin and yang, and He Yuan is very uncomfortable.

"Well, Auntie, this cup should be original, and there is a cup of red dates."

He Yuan originally wanted to take coffee to honor Lu Ying, but he was shy in his pocket, so he could only send a cup of soy milk every day.

"No, you see how good my friend is, he will send you soy milk every day." Lin Che said while proofreading.

"That's what you taught again, right?" Lu Ying held the steaming soy milk and said slowly.

Lin Che spread his hands: "How come!" ”

"Sister, you see how dedicated she is every day, the earliest to come, the last to leave."

"So, that's why you're coming home late?"

"I ......"

Lin Che, who is skillful, has never been able to get any benefit in front of this cousin.

"Sister~~."

Lin Che stared at his big innocent eyes and blinked.

"Get out" Lu Ying's red lips lifted lightly, and Lin Che could surrender immediately.

"Okay, get out of here."

After speaking, he immediately went out with lightning speed.

"He Yuan, I have something to go out, if Boss Lu has something to find me, you can take it."

"No, I still have a lot to do?"

"And you're always like this, not good." He Yuan found that Lin Che had been missing recently when he had nothing to do, and asked her to help with the shift.

"It's okay, I'll just tell your boss in a moment." Lin Che said.

"Okay." Anyway, He Yuan is used to continuous rotation, and such days are particularly sufficient.

Recently, everyone's attitude towards her has slowly changed, and I found that although the profession is not right, she is extremely efficient, her thinking is clear, and most importantly, she is willing to help anyone who is busy.

"Xiao He, come with me tomorrow to collect news." The palace said suddenly.

"Okay."

He Yuan always thought that collecting news was a very easy thing to do, and it was glamorous.

When she arrived at the destination, she found that it was completely different from what she imagined, she had to interview, she had to carry a camera, and she had to be hungry.

Today, they took countless shots for a picture, just because the workers interviewed were inexperienced and could not read the script well.

Winter was already cold, He Yuan was wearing thin clothes, and his hands were shaking all the time.

Wang Gong looked at the microphone for a while, and roared: "He Yuan, what's going on, don't move." ”

"Okay."

In the cold wind, He Yuan shrunk into a ball and tried to hold the microphone.