Chapter 337: The illness is as good as ever
Lu Zi nodded gloatingly, witty as my smile.
Zhao Feiyan put me together that day, and today I will make you happy: "Then is she very angry!" ”
"I'm so dizzy if I'm good-tempered, I don't know if I'm not good-tempered......!" Li Yulan didn't see Zhao Feiyan's magic, and she didn't say anything.
She only felt that no one she offended could offend this Third Master Lu, or she didn't know how she was played to death.
Lu Zi, who was in a good mood, did not hide his happiness: "Hehe" smiled, and said again with a reward: "Yulan, I think you have been working extremely hard recently, prepare for a promotion and salary increase, and invite everyone to dinner!" ”
"Thank you, Mr. Lu, I will definitely try my best to do my duty!" This reward was a bit sudden, which made Li Yulan a little flattered, and couldn't help but express her heart and soul with all her might.
Lu Zi put down the phone with a light smile of "um", and he was really in good spirits at happy events.
Got back emotionally. In the future, the cold was also miraculously cured.
As a result, he became a living dragon and a tiger, and Lu Zi relied on it with full blood.
So on Monday, early in the morning, Lu Zi made himself breakfast in a good mood.
After breakfast, he took the sandwich he made and drove towards the company's office building.
Unexpectedly, the sky did not follow people's wishes, and the tires of the car were punctured when the car was halfway through.
Lu Zi reluctantly pulled the car on the side of the road, and called his assistant Milan, and he said after the phone was connected.
"Milan, the car was punctured, I am on Jianshe Street where you live, and Ondin Road will pick me up by the way......"
"Okay, Mr. Lu!"
Milan usually lives in the company's small apartment, only on weekends and holidays, will go home to live, let yourself relax and relax, enjoy the holiday life, after listening to Lu Zi's words, she turned the steering wheel in her hand and drove towards the opposite street.
After Shen Jiani returned to her small apartment, she didn't know if she had finally let go of her obsession for so many years. The body, beyond what she had to bear, fell on the bed, and fell asleep without getting up.
She slept very deeply, as if in a trance, and dreamed of the unruly man, and when she was with him, she was hair. A dream that was born.
When Shen Jiani woke up, it was already the second day, of course, she didn't wake up naturally, but was woken up by the deadly sound of the alarm clock.
Kneading in a daze. Eyes curled up from soft. Soft. The head sticks out of the quilt.
I picked up the alarm clock, turned off the switch and put it down, and got up and walked to the bathroom with a little helplessness.
After a simple wash, before she had time to eat breakfast, Shen Jiani hurriedly walked towards the elevator.
The distance between the buildings and the buildings, which seemed not too far, was only more than ten minutes, and Shen Jiani, who was in a trance, walked for twenty minutes.
I finally arrived at the company, and I was waiting for the elevator, dizzy, like my head was full of little stars, and I was about to be dragged down if I was unstable.
Shen Jiani, judging from her years of experience, clearly knows that this cold is honored to be passed on again. Dye. on.
Just this time the biography. dyed, not because of the cold climate, she wore little clothes, and it was frozen.
It's because of the contact with the person who has a bad cold. Touch. And it was rumored. I dyed.
Thinking of Shen Jiani here, that fair-skinned little face unconsciously became. Red. Moistening.
It was like in a blink of an eye, and the whole body was covered with dense fine sweat.