Su Yanjue left Gu Yuan with firm and fast steps, and Ran Yun stood by the window, watching his car drift away. [Full text reading. 】

Did they just quarrel?

Although Su Yanjue's words were serious, their conversation did not seem to reach the point of blushing and thick-necked.

Ran Yun bit his lower lip lightly, and his figure was quite lonely.

She thought to herself that she should really chase him back and ask him clearly, but when he stood in front of her, she didn't dare.

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Ran Yun still started the next day's squatting work, this time she did her homework, and used her mobile phone to search for the information of the president of Dibei Group. But it was just some official announcements or news, and there was very little information about their president, let alone a name, a photo.

Just as she was bored walking back and forth, she suddenly saw a familiar figure at the gate.

"Miss Ran, why are you here?" Before Ran Yun came back to his senses, Su Ye had already walked in front of her and asked respectfully.

"I, I'm coming" Ran Yun was a little speechless, "Come here, come here to see the president of Dibei." ”

Su Ye's eyes were bright when he heard this, and he seemed to be prepared for her words. He glanced sideways at the Dibei Mansion behind him, which was full of self-evidentness.

"Let's go, I'll take you inside."

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Su also seemed to have some other work, and sent Ran Yun into the elevator to inform her of the floor and specific location, and then left.

When the elevator was climbing, Ran Yun's head was still dizzy. For Su Ye, who is familiar with such a light car, she also seems to understand whether she understands or not. Su Yanjue said that Su was also his younger brother, but Su Ye's work was obviously centered on Su Yanjue. If so, then Su Yanjue also works here?

The president's office was on the top floor, and when the elevator reached the twentieth floor, two men with a large stack of papers came in.

In the elevator that continued to climb, the two men were sweating profusely but still talked tiredly.

"After several months of busyness, this competition is finally over, you look at this picture, it deserves to be the winner of the first place, it is really amazing." One of them glanced over the top blueprint and gestured to the other.

"Yes, I'll be in the design department next Monday, I heard that person is still a complete beauty, I hope her arrival can add a touch of color to our boring life."

"You're poor."

The elevator clanged to the thirtieth floor, and the two of them left laughing, leaving only Ran Yun, who was a little lost and depressed, to continue climbing.

It turned out that for the first time in her life, she won the first place in the imperial north in the design drawing drawn for someone as a gunman. Thinking of this, Ran Yun snorted a little self-deprecatingly, if she was not mistaken, the picture was the design drawing that Ba Song had drawn for her to introduce as a gunman.

Only Ran Yun knows how much effort was put into that design drawing, but in the end, all the credit was due to this beauty in the mouth of others.

Sure enough, the days of being a gunslinger were much harder than she had imagined.

The elevator reached the top floor, but Ran Yun could only suppress the depression in his heart, took a deep breath and walked out.

The entire 50th floor looks very busy, and everyone looks like they are eager to step on Hot Wheels under their feet, or be able to ride the clouds, just to grab more time.

According to Su Ye's statement, Ran Yun still found the only quiet place on the top floor - the president's office.