There was silence all around, and the nails of the impatient senior were embedded in the stunned An Rou's arms, and both of them froze in place like statues, feeling like they had been slapped in the face.

Where is this the law of the jungle, are they really living in a human group?

Kicked an adult man slipping and smashed a potted plant.

This kick is too powerful.

The screaming was briefly heard and then abruptly stopped, and the security team's security personnel were trained to stop the chaos from unfolding to avoid causing panic and disrupting normal work after toppling a giant potted plant and a few timid staff.

An Rou looked down at the busy crowd and heard her senior muttering, "Hurry up and work." ”

She looked up in surprise, and strangely saw the senior who had almost choked her blood before pulling him forward energetically, and in a hurry, An Rou turned around, and seemed to see an unknown light flashing on the security captain's body.

It's like taking a photo with a flash on it, freezing the passing time in place and preventing it from flowing into the long river of time.

"It's not." After Mo Zishu made an arrogant gesture to Xiao Cheng provocatively, he was very disappointed and rubbed the bracelet irritably after the elevator closed, and the cool bracelet was dyed warm.

No, not him.

It's too weak.

This little wolfdog is just too weak.

Could it really be the blind head of the Xiao family, the Xiao Huang who doesn't care about his wife's head, the mermaid Mary Sue is irresponsible, and he is suspected of abandoning his son?

The brother-in-law who seems to be digging her heart last time?

Mo Zishu raised her head and sighed softly in disgust, the warm bracelet lit up slightly, attracting her attention, and there seemed to be a cold cold light passing through the dark red bracelet, a slight chill was striking.

"Ding."

At the door of the elevator stood a staff member who bent down and saluted, with a serious expression, staring solemnly at the master who could be said to have descended from the Xiao family.

"Miss."

"Hmm."

Mo Zishu hummed softly, her voice was vague and had a strange tone, but it made Shang Luo, who was close at hand, hear it clearly, and the corners of her mouth twitched, speculating that this young lady also lost her honest qualifications.

"One, two, three, four, the eldest sets the dishes, the second does a good job, and the third shouts: It's time to eat."

"The poor fourth brother is gurgling and bubbling, but it is fragrant and sweet."

"Bad witch, giggle, crow, croaking."

"Little sister, do you like witches?" Mo Zishu patted Shang Luo's shoulder, and asked with a hard smile on his hand.

Shang Luo pondered and spoke: "Miss Hui, Shang Luo likes oriental stories more. ”

Hey.

On the road.

Register the word by yourself.

Mo Zishu's frustrated mood just now was slightly suppressed, she looked at the office not far away, took out the gummy candy from her pocket, peeled off the candy paper and stuffed it into her mouth to chew carefully.

"I can't bear it anymore." Mo Zishu sighed, and the sugar juice burst to every corner of her mouth, a little greasy, but she liked it.

"Miss, please."

Shang Luo didn't understand what this young lady suddenly said, but he didn't ask, just secretly wrote down every word and tone of this young lady, and walked behind Miss Xiao with a respectful expression.

Before Shang Luo slowly pressed down the door and waved his hand, he reminded softly in line with his duties: "The people inside are all artists that the company attaches great importance to now, but the talented people are not very good-tempered, and where they are offended, Miss can just say it bluntly." ”