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If you knew this was the case, you shouldn't have parked upstairs on a whim.

Xu Qinglai glared at the front of the stage, picked up her valuable kun bag, and turned to leave.

"Please walk slowly. Welcome back again. There was a smile in the voice of the small receptionist.

Xu Qinglai gritted his teeth and vowed that the next time he saw Wenhao, he would spare no effort to slander the front desk.

With extreme unhappiness, Xu Qinglai took the elevator downstairs.

Walking to the lobby of the office building, I forgot to look at the yellow calendar when I went out today, and I bumped into Joey head-on!

"It's you." Unexpectedly, Joey swept over Xu Qinglai, said hello absentmindedly, and then looked behind Xu Qinglai.

Xu Qinglai was going to walk through arrogantly. Ignoring it shows her superior nature.

Seeing that Joey's state was really strange, Xu Qinglai couldn't help but ask, "Who are you looking for?" ”

Joey didn't look back: "I'm waiting for Mo Yan." I heard that she was giving a report in this building today. I've been waiting for a long time at the exit. ”

Xu Qinglai snorted coldly, wanting to tell the fact that Mo Yan was having a tryst with someone. On second thought, why help Joey!

"The look in your eyes! Didn't you see me when I came in? ”

Joey: "I'll just come out, okay!" ”

Xu Qinglai sneered again: "You are still a scholar." Don't you know that in addition to pedestrian exits, there are also underground garage exits? ”

Joey knocked on the door of his head and said regretfully, "Oops." Worst. I just thought that Mo Yan didn't have a car, and I forgot that Mo Yan might take someone else's car! ”

Xu Qinglai was full of disdain, and thought, Joey, are you really not a high score and low ability?

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When, when...... While.

At just 5 p.m. throughout the day, a special clock strikes the time.

5 o'clock is the time when Sifa Group employees get off work.

Usually, at 5 o'clock, the writer will also finish the work at hand. He's a boss who looks for efficiency rather than hours.

On this day, the 5 o'clock time signal seemed to him like a heavenly sound from the clouds.

In the overture played by fate, it is the high 12 tide at this time.

He hates silk 3 socks the most, the elasticity is too good, and it rebounds as soon as he lets go. Luckily, he finally managed to get them done.

Mo Yan was trembling.

He was trembling too.

Who has the kung fu to distinguish between trembling with excitement or trembling with fear.

With a gap to catch his breath, he let go of her mouth, and cries and screams spread. He had to reach out and cover it again.

Once things have begun, the best thing to do is to start and finish.

Obviously, the desktop is not a good place to start and finish, Mo Yan is too noisy, and the writer has a glimpse of the white leather sofa...... Mo Yan took advantage of his distraction and rolled out. He had to reach out and grab it back.

"Writer...... Please. ”

Mo Yan couldn't cry.

I want to beg you too. He said in his heart.

It's just that he held his breath in his mouth and refused to speak.

Those who broke free were quickly caught.

It's really strange, it's obviously such a thin person, where does the strength come from. It would have been a great struggle for him to keep her down.

The route of getting Mo Yan to the sofa is like an earthworm crawling. In twists and turns. I also bumped into a coral. Coral fell towards Mo Yan, Wenhao subconsciously used his arm to block it for her, and a cluster of sharp parts of Coral slid hotly across his arm. A warm heat followed. He knew, he was bleeding.

It doesn't matter.

The blood was shed for Mo Yan.

Vote for me with a peach, and repay it with a plum.

exchange my blood for your blood.

In the eyes of the writer, confusion and madness appear at the same time.

He took off one piece, another, another piece of clothing.

There's hers, there's his.

In the midst of the chaotic struggle, there was a sudden knock at the door.

It's like the music has a rest, and everything that is going on intensely comes to an abrupt end.

It was Zhu Haichao Zhu Gong who was secretly paying attention to Mo Yan.

He has actually been wandering outside Mr. Tang's office for a long time. Until the sound of trivial objects crackling and falling to the ground, the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, and the intermittent sound of "please" fell into my ears one after another. Zhu Gong really made up his mind and knocked on the door.

Once you start, start and finish. Zhu Gong is also such a person.

The constant knocking on the door forced the writer to stop completely.

Once the passion is interrupted, reason begins to return.

Looking at the chaos in front of him, the writer seemed to be more flustered than Mo Yan. Mo Yan climbed down from the sofa with his hands and feet, covered the exposed part with his trembling hands, and when he turned around, he saw a pool of bright red blood on the white leather sofa.

Mo Yan, who never fainted with blood, turned black in front of his eyes.

Her first 1 time!

Waiting for the blackening in front of her to ease, Mo Yan stumbled to get her coat hanging at the door, and didn't even have time to carefully arrange her skirt, cover the mouth of her clothes, and rush out of the door.

She ran so fast that she stumbled into Zhu Gong. Zhu Gong wanted to shout at her, but before he opened his mouth, Mo Yan disappeared!

Now that Mr. Tang's office door has been opened, he knocked on the door for a long time, and it is really unreasonable not to show up. Zhu Gong gritted his teeth and pushed the door in.

The desktop is clean, the ground is a mess, Mr. Tang's shirt is unbuttoned to the end, I don't know if it is the button that has just been opened, or the clothes that have just been put on...... Luckily, he came in a little later, and didn't see anything more than he shouldn't.

The writer didn't look at him.

He stood awkwardly.

For a long time, I wished the workers to snort, but I didn't say a word.

His gaze was startled by the blood stain on the white couch. As an adult, with the evidence of his untidy clothes, it was easy for him to think of what had happened here.

The writer supported his head with one arm, and his head was about to explode, and nothing was right.

Zhu Gong's eyes stared at the bloodstain, and his eyes were surprised: Why is the bloodstain constantly getting bigger?

"Mr. Tang?"

Beads of blood fell down the edge of the couch, looking shocking.

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Snowflakes are flying all over the sky.

This is the case in the cold winter, when it gets dark at 5 o'clock.

After that, every second passed, and the night became thicker.

Mo Yan was wrapped in a coat, the cold air spread from the bottom of his clothes, and his bare legs gradually felt frozen. At first, I knew the direction, but later, I didn't even know where I went. I just know that I have to keep walking to get rid of the nightmare.

Occasionally, a vehicle sped by.

Occasionally, people walked by.

Mo Yan lowered his head, letting his hair split his head and cover his face, and only wrapped his coat tightly.

Finally, a passer-by found her barefoot and covered her mouth in surprise.

Two or three bold men, emboldened each other, and stopped her: "Girl, do you need help?" ”

Before they could finish speaking, Mo Yan fled in terror.

It had been snowing for a day covering the rough surface. Mo Yan stepped on it barefoot, not knowing the pain, not knowing the cold.

"It's pretty good-looking."

"It's a psychopath, isn't it?"

"Isn't it? Do you see her coat and her feet? The clothes are expensive, and the feet are very white. ”

The three or two kind-hearted passers-by said a few words to Mo Yan's fleeing back, but after all, it was none of their business and they continued to walk.

The night is getting deeper. It was cold all around, only the snowflakes under the street lamps, which were lively.