Lin Shuang often goes to work late because of her poor sleep quality at night. This morning, she was almost late again. She got off the bus and ran towards the company in a 100-meter sprint. When she finally rushed into the elevator, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, gasping for air.

The elevator will ring a bell every time it reaches a floor where people are going up and down. Lin Shuang closed her eyes, and after hearing the sound of an elevator, she opened her eyes lazily. A tall and handsome young man walked into the elevator, his face was grim and unsmiling, revealing a kind of awe-inspiring majesty and domineering. He opened a pair of energetic eyes, glanced at the weak Lin Shuang, and turned his head in the direction of the elevator door.

This man's eyes seemed to be a sharp sword, and a pair of thick black eyebrows were also the kind of handsome and cold sword eyebrows. His nose was high, his mouth was neither big nor small, and the corners of his lips were kept on a horizontal line, tightly closed. Just before Lin Shuang was about to step out of the elevator, he heard the cold man finally speak.

"Hey, hello, I'm President Ouyang Lie, and I just came back from the United States. Excuse me, what are you looking for me? ”

That man named Ouyang Lie turned out to be a president! Lin Shuang exclaimed in his heart, no wonder his face was domineering and murderous, fortunately he was not his boss.

Lin Shuang probed into the office, and when he saw that the director of the editorial department was not inside, he jumped to his desk in a few steps excitedly and sat down in a hurry. Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, she heard footsteps behind her and hurriedly followed.

"Lin Shuang, you're late again, what do you want to do? Tell me about yourself, how many days have you been since you started work without being late? It turned out that the director of the editorial department followed. The director is a woman who is in menopause, sharp and mean, her surname is Song, and everyone calls her "Song Geng" behind her back.

"Director Song, I'm sorry, I'll pay attention to it in the future." Lin Shuang hurriedly stood up, lowered her head, and whispered.

"That's nice, when the did you pay attention? You're not late, are you going to die? Director Song crossed his hands on his hips, his words were vulgar and foul, and Hedong shouted like a lion.

"Dear Director Song, greet your mother for me, and I wish her a safe and healthy old man." Lin Shuang lowered her head, with tears in her eyes, but she refused to show weakness in her mouth. Because, this tigress actually scolded her mother, which she could never tolerate.

"What do you mean 、、、、、、 you? Dare to talk back! Lin Shuang, you stay and work overtime tonight. You haven't completed your manuscript assignment this month yet, and you really can't make an appointment, so you can write it yourself, don't wait any longer! Director Song's emotions have always been capricious, explosive and irritable, and scolding is commonplace for her. However, she can beat Lin Shuang to death, or she can scold Lin Shuang to death, but she can't insult Lin Shuang's family, this is the bottom line that Lin Shuang can endure.

"Okay, Director Song, I see." Lin Shuang raised his head and looked at Director Song in front of him with a blushing face and a thick neck.

Lin Shuang's eyes widened suddenly, oh my God, the president Ouyang Lie who met in the elevator in the morning was actually standing behind Director Song. Lin Shuang lowered his head in embarrassment, but the look in Ouyang Lie's eyes at Lin Shuang was meaningful.

Director Song turned around following Lin Shuang's gaze, and only then did he see the cold and handsome Ouyang Lie.

As soon as Director Song changed his angry face, he immediately changed his face to a smirk, and said to Ouyang Lie: "Ah, it's President Ouyang, I'm really embarrassed." Come and sit down in my office. After she finished speaking, she walked out of the editorial office with Ouyang Lie.

Lin Shuang let out a sigh of relief, leaned back in her chair like a prostration, and stared at the computer screen in front of her with a dull gaze.

The beautiful colleagues around him talked about Ouyang Lie like a frying pan, saying that he looked too much like Song Chengxian. Tall, handsome, and with such a stylish figure, and an invincible masculinity. The beauties covered their chests with their hands, thinking about Ouyang Lie with yearning on their faces, saying that he was an idol they would never forget.

At this time, a man sitting in the corner spoke: "You all want to die, stop daydreaming." Ouyang Lie is the president of a well-known grand engineering company, with a prominent family, and he himself has been studying abroad for many years. Will he choose you ugly ducklings? You guys should be realistic, and consider more affordable men like me! ”

Lin Shuang was amused by the male colleague's humorous words, and the other beauties rushed up, saying that they wanted to strangle the male colleague who ridiculed and hit them.

Lin Shuang suddenly covered her lower abdomen and felt a familiar pain. Oh no, it's time for a period. She took out her purse and walked out quickly, intending to go to the supermarket downstairs to buy sanitary napkins.

Lin Shuang came to the supermarket, bought a plastic bag of sanitary napkins, and hurriedly walked into the company's elevator. Halfway through, another beautiful woman in red walked in. This woman is really beautiful, her skin is white and tender, her eyes are bright and her teeth are bright, and her long eyelashes are fluttering, like an impermeable little fan.

Lin Shuang admired the beauty in red, and suddenly exclaimed, "Xiaoli, is it you?" I'm Lin Shuang! Lin Shuang looked at the beautiful woman in red for a long time, and realized that she seemed to be one of her own, named Xiaoli.

The beautiful woman in red turned her face to look at Lin Shuang, and smiled arrogantly: "Ah, it's Lin Shuang, it's such a coincidence." ”

Sure enough, it was Xiaoli who grew up together. Xiaoli has been recognized as a beauty since she was a child, with a good family background and good study, so she is reluctant to approach ordinary children like Lin Shuang. Everyone looks at Xiaoli and looks up like a goddess. Xiaoli used to be in the family home, and she was only willing to play with Luobei, and the other children were not in her sight. Luo Bei is the most beautiful boy in the family home, but he likes to associate with the stupid Lin Shuang the most.

"Xiaoli, do you also work in this building?" Lin Shuang took a step forward enthusiastically, grabbed Xiaoli's hand tightly and asked. Encountering old acquaintances in a foreign country will always make people happy. Although Xiaoli is not Lin Shuang's old acquaintance, she grew up with Lin Shuang after all.

Xiaoli coldly shook off Lin Shuang's hand, with a look of disgust in her eyes. Lin Shuang looked at Xiaoli's red Mao Ni skirt and sighed at the exquisite and fashionable workmanship.

"I'm downstairs on the 14th floor, bye-bye." Xiaoli answered perfunctorily and walked into the corridor on the 14th floor.

Lin Shuang returned to the office, put down her things, and hurriedly went to the bathroom. Then he buried himself in his work, silently, and was afraid that he would be scolded by Director Song again.

Winter nights always open very early, only half past four in the afternoon, and the sky is almost dark. At five o'clock, colleagues walked out of the office door one after another, but Lin Shuang had to stay and work overtime. In fact, she can continue to work even if she goes home. But Director Song's order, who dares not to listen to it? I had to stay and work overtime.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the lights in the hallway came on. Voices are weakened, and no footsteps can be heard. Lin Shuang made a bowl of instant noodles for herself, and began to sit in front of the computer and tap on the keyboard, working hard to write a manuscript. In several columns of this issue, I couldn't get a satisfactory manuscript, so I had to write it myself. In her spare time, Lin Shuang also relies on manuscript fees to earn income, so the errand of writing is not difficult for her at all. It's just that this big night, staying alone in the dark company to work overtime makes her creepy.

At midnight, Lin Shuang finally finished all the work at hand. She put on her coat, grabbed her backpack, locked the door, and headed for the elevator. In the long hallway, she was the only one in the long hallway. At the end of the corridor, the lights were dim, and the ground was swaying with light and shadow coming in through the window, making it look ghostly and cold.

Lin Shuang nervously walked into the elevator, looking forward to going down to the first floor quickly. However, when the elevator went down to the 14th floor, it came to a strange stop. The elevator door opened silently, and after waiting for a long time, there was no one to see. After waiting for a long time, the elevator doors were still completely open. Lin Shuang looked at the dim aisle, and her scalp felt numb. She pressed the elevator door button hard, but the elevator door was still stubbornly open, as if someone was standing in the middle of the elevator door.

Lin Shuang was ready to go out and take another elevator. Trying her best, she stepped out of the elevator and headed for the one at the other end of the hallway. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, the elevator doors closed suddenly, and she continued to run downstairs. Lin Shuang clenched her chest in horror, her forehead covered with cold sweat. Isn't that weird? It's as if there is an invisible person waiting for her to come out of the elevator door.

Invisible people? If it is a person who cannot be seen, can it still be called a person? Shouldn't that be a 、、、、、、 ghost? Could it be that I met a ghost in the middle of the night?

Lin Shuang had no choice but to go to the end of the corridor to take another elevator. At this time, there was a faint sound of a beautiful piano, and if you listened carefully, it was the song "Dream Wedding" that was being played. This song is what Lin Shuang likes very much. For a moment, Lin Shuang forgot about his situation, as if he had turned into a white seagull, flying on the blue and calm sea. On the soft sand, a white grand piano sits along. Next to the piano, stands a handsome Prince Charming. And playing the piano is a beautiful woman in a white wedding dress.

Dream wedding. Every girl will have a dream wedding in her heart, right?

Lin Shuang's footsteps were gradually drawn by the sound of the piano, and he couldn't help but follow the direction of the sound of the piano. Lin Shuang stopped in front of a dark classroom, the sound of the piano was melodious and euphemistic, and the more she listened to it, the more she couldn't pull out her legs, and her ears were completely immersed in the beautiful melody.

Lin Shuang gently pushed open the door of the classroom, and there was no light in the room, only the moonlight projected from the window, which was sprinkled on the windowsill and the ground in small pieces. Lin Shuang's gaze moved slowly, looking for someone playing the piano. Who is so Yaxing who likes to play the piano in the dark in the middle of the night?

Lin Shuang walked into the room softly, and vaguely saw a piano placed against the wall in the innermost position. The sound of the piano continued, but it was impossible to see the person playing the piano. Lin Shuang approached the position of the piano little by little, and the sound of her high heels falling on the ground suddenly resounded in the middle of the night. The man who played the piano was so engrossed that he didn't even hear anyone walking towards him.

Lin Shuang's heart became more and more curious, eager to see who the person who played the piano was. When she finally walked into the piano, she was horrified to find that there was no one in front of the piano, only the row of black and white keys automatically rising and falling, and playing the song "Dream Wedding" very smoothly.

Lin Shuang shouted, and ran towards the door deadly. As soon as she went out, she crashed into someone's arms. Then she cried and retreated to the wall and crouched down, her hands clasped tightly on her head, trembling and not daring to look up.

I only heard the sound of "pop", and the classroom next to me was brightly lit. The sound of the piano then stopped abruptly.

"Hey, why did you come here in the middle of the night?" A soft and friendly male voice sounded beside him.

Lin Shuang turned on the light, no longer so frightened, she slowly raised her head and looked at the person talking in front of her.

Standing in front of Lin Shuang was a handsome man with long hair and a shawl. His big eyes were rippling and his skin was almost transparent. A small cherry mouth, ruddy and reminiscent of cherry blossoms in early spring. There are such feminine and beautiful men in the world, which is enough to compare with a lot of beauties in the world.

Lin Shuang stared blankly at the beautiful man in front of her, and suddenly felt that this strange and unearthly face seemed familiar. She remembered that this face was very similar to the dead Luobei, it was so similar.

The man looked at the stunned Lin Shuang funny, and said with a smile: "Hello, my name is Yang Luo." What's your name, please? ”

"Well、、、、、、 my name is Lin Shuang, and I'm the editor on the 18th floor. I just heard the sound of the piano, and I came over unconsciously. Lin Shuang was confused, and the fear in his heart struck again. This man's name is Yang Luo, and he actually looks so similar to the dead Luo Bei! Even their names are so similar, just a word difference.

"Hello, Lin Shuang. I'm a hip-hop teacher here, and I occasionally play the piano. However, no one played the piano just now. Everyone has already left work, who will play the piano here in the middle of the night? Yang Luo looked at Lin Shuang with strange eyes.

Lin Shuang's fear deepened again, and he didn't bother to say goodbye, so he hurriedly ran in the direction of the elevator.