Go for it!

Facing the traffic outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Luo Yi silently cheered himself up in his heart.

Tilting her head slightly, she inhaled a deep breath of cold air, then opened her mouth to exhale it heavily, as if to unload the tiredness of her body.

Recovering her spirits, she straightened her relaxed back and walked with her head held high to the elevator in the middle of the corridor.

As soon as she walked to the elevator, the elevator just arrived at the 16th floor where she was, and the elevator door was slowly opened with a "ding" sound.

The tall figure standing in the elevator made Luo Yi smile a little warmly.

“Hello，Alisa.”

"Hello, Roy."

Alisa, a blonde French beauty, walked out of the elevator with a smile.

Alisa, that's right.

This beautiful French beauty is another of Loy's rivals.

Luo Yi, Alisa, and Manli constitute the three protagonists of the special climax in January of next year.

Alisa, who has an intellectual and elegant demeanor, is different from the arrogant and arrogant Manli.

Born in traditional and romantic France, she always has a friendly smile on her confident face.

Therefore, her popularity is much, much better than that of the arrogant Manli.

If the three of them are asked to make an affinity comparison together, the first place is undoubtedly Alisa, who looks very easy to get along with.

As the saying goes, smiling is the best way to communicate.

Therefore, Alisa is the most popular of the three of them.

In second place, of course, is Roy.

As for Luo Yi, because he is cold by nature, he doesn't talk much, so he naturally gives people a feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

In fact, anyone who has really been in contact with him will like this little girl who looks relatively cold.

Because her outer coldness and her inner warmth are completely different extremes.

The last Manli, of course, is the one with relatively poor popularity.

Maybe it's because she was born in an ordinary well-off family, which makes her have a certain inferiority complex that no one knows.

Now, when she has climbed to a certain height in life, she strives to declare to the world how successful and happy she is now.

For such a her, there are few friends who can really make friends with her, and most of them flatter her on the surface, and sarcastically mock her behind the scenes.

The 177cm Alisa came to Luo Yi generously and freely, she gently hugged the petite and delicate Luo Yi, gave her a warm hug, raised her hand, and she gently patted Luo Yi's beautiful little face.

"Are you okay?"

Alisa was able to ask such a question because she had carefully noticed the faint light cyan shadow under Loy's eyes.

"It's fine."

Raising the corners of her lips, Luo Yi smiled warmly at her.

Holding her hand, Alisa cared for her like a big sister:

"Luoyi, don't be too tired from work, you have to pay more attention to your body."

Her not very fluent Chinese sentence is really a little lame, but the care and concern contained in her words poked into the softness of Luo Yi's heart, and also melted the last few traces of coldness between her eyebrows.

Holding Alisa's hand, Roy deepened the curvature of her lips.

"I know, Alisa, let's do it together."

Cheering each other on sincerely, Roy let go of her hand.

Watching Alisa turn and walk towards Edgar's president's office, she also stepped into the elevator and pressed the Arabic numeral 15.

Standing in front of her own personal studio, Luo Yi whispered a word to the voice-activated combination lock, and then she opened the door and walked in.

This exclusive personal studio was specially prepared for Edgar for her, of course, Alisa and Manly also have one each, but they are on different floors.

Closing the door, she took off her simple cashmere coat, put on a pair of comfortable plush cotton slippers, took a glass of warm water for herself, poured in some thick and sweet honey, stirred it well with a small spoon, took a few sips of the cup, and walked towards the innermost room.

Turning on the light, a bright light shone on the model in a half-finished evening dress.

She stood at the door and looked at it for a long time before she put down her cup and walked over to straighten the long veil that was mopping the floor.

On the long mopping crescent white yarn, several delicate patterns embroidered are skillfully connected to the slender waistline, faintly shining with stars.

Hooking the corners of her lips, she stretched out her fingertips and gently brushed the delicacy and elegance that came from the stitches and threads.

After stroking them one by one, her heart gradually became surging and excited.

There are still 25 left, and we have to continue to work hard.

Pursing her lips, she sat down on the round stool next to her, turned on the light on the table, picked up the embroidery on the table that had been embroidered by her, stretched out her fingers to pinch the thin needle and thread, and began to shuttle back and forth to embroider exquisite patterns.

Soon, the silver thread ran out, and when she wanted to take the scissors, the familiar "belonging" sang a beautiful melody at this moment.

Suspiciously, he took it and looked at it:

"Hello?"

"Roy, have you eaten? Where are you now? ”