If you haven't fallen, you haven't fallen, the exclamation point used in the boss's text message, Hong Changting looked at it like a fish in his throat, full of grievances!

It's all about him! Who's in love with whom. He can only assist in this matter, and he can't go into battle to practice and interpret it again. He was so angry that he wanted to run away and go home to sleep, but his house was sent by the boss, and he couldn't escape the reality of going to work if he escaped to the hotel.

Hong Changting raised his eyes helplessly, the folds of his eyelids deepened, and he stared at the unwavering back of the sixty-degree twist in front of him.

I struggled to reply to the text message: "She has fallen, and because of the fall, she doesn't dare to face you, vice president." Girls are shy, vice president, you know. The vice president of his family definitely didn't understand, so he directly pulled people to the empty consultation room next to him to make a domineering bang.

The vice president wants to understand a woman's heart, and he needs such a painful chat? The two of them don't know where to go for a long time.

It was clear to her that she had avoided the sight of the man with glasses just now, but in an instant, her heart was beating very fast.

No way!

The influence of the man with glasses on himself is too strong, so strong that he feels that he is beyond the scope of bearing.

A long inhale, an exhalation that empties distractions, and a heart beating in the chest are temporarily decompressed.

She wants to focus, she wants to concentrate, she just came to Taoxi City on a business trip, what if she met the glasses man twice, she will go home tomorrow.

'Homecoming' thought of the word home.

Thinking of the high-rise building thousands of miles away, she watched the river and the mountains, the blue sky and white clouds, and the beauty of the stars at night.

Home, the house of its own.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are sunny, the floors are all wooden, there is a refrigerator and a wooden cabinet for food, and there are all kinds of ice cream that is hard to put down.

When she gets home tomorrow, she will be able to take off her high heels, take a shower and change her clothes, turn on the air conditioner, turn on the tablet, nest in the big soft sofa, eat and drink without worrying and start chasing the TV, movies, anime and various dramas that she has missed in the past few days, and be happy and laughing alone.

The home with her name written on the real estate certificate is the most perfect grave of her brilliant life.

Everyone is born in a container.

Each container is made of different materials and has a different volume. The moment you open your eyes at birth, the container that carries a person's life's luck is actually fixed.

The blessed vessel will continue to rise and see more and more light.

The vessel will continue to descend, fall into the bottomless abyss, get used to the darkness, or struggle in the darkness.

Now, a blessing has finally come to her container, balancing the bad luck inside.

The container finally no longer only knows how to fall, fall, and fall.

She was away from the abyss for a long time, but always floated on a parallel horizon between light and darkness.

Now that I can see all the light, although the container continues to rise very slowly, I don't have to worry about falling into the abyss every day.

With a million good fortune and blessings to balance, her container will also be slowly landing in the future. The day we hit the rocks is the end of our lives. No matter how good or big the quality of the container is, it can't escape that day. That's the only fairness.

She should cherish the good luck and blessings she gets.

She can't be too greedy, and finally realizes that she has no worries about food and clothing, and she wants to get greater beauty.

This container has been the size of my palm since I was born, and it is still made of plastic.

Blessing comes in to squeeze out bad luck, she grabs some good luck in, and the container will burst immediately if it can't be filled.

Or let good luck shoehorn in, too heavy to cause the container to lose balance, fall early, smash the powder and break the bones.

Pay for one's whistle! In the end, there are only these two results, and the price of greed is destined to end badly.

She wants to be content, her current life is the pinnacle of beauty, and she doesn't need to change anything.

The mood is different, and the eyes of the gilt cancan have become a lot softer. Looking back, his gaze fell back on the man with glasses.