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    Time flies so fast, Zhuo Chuyue has lived in this small apartment for two years.

    After finishing the phone call with Liang Mingxuan, she spit out the cherry pit and threw it into Itara's glass bowl. In fact, it was a short wine glass, used as a bowl.

    Not only that, but the items in the kitchen, including a set of Ruffini pots and a whole cabinet of Hasami-yaki utensils, are all useless.

    No, she didn¡¯t buy it. She couldn¡¯t spend enough money to buy a refrigerator to buy a pot.  Liang Mingxuan bought them all.

    Unfortunately, Zhuo Chuyue has no habit of cooking. She is a frequent visitor to convenience stores.

    It was late at night, and she was lying on the bed preparing to fall asleep, when it started to rain again outside the window.

    Rain is the inspiration of poets and the nightmare of office workers.

    I hope it will be a good weather tomorrow.

    Ms. Zhao, who was her client until yesterday, replaced her as a designer because of her poor attitude. She does not have to go to the site to supervise work, and she does not dare to really let herself be lazy at home and come to the company to check in.

    Zhuo Chuyue is wearing a white shirt and high-waisted washed blue jeans.  The shirt is made of polyester and cotton, so it has a drapey feel. Because she is too thin, it feels loose and has an elegant feel.

    She is often photographed on the streets capturing beauties. Everyone favors her figure. Only Liang Mingxuan notices her thinness and frowns.  "Oh my god, I could twist your arm and it would break," he once said.

    And she responded like this, "It's because you are too strong."

    "There is something wrong with your eating habits."

    "So, if I eat one more mouthful of food, you will compensate me one hundred yuan?"

    He would not distance himself from the situation and say, "It's none of my business if you starve to death." He would only agree with a smile and assert, "You won't last a few days."

    Looking around the office, they all had something to do. Zhuo Chuyue had no choice but to sit in front of his laptop and watch a French movie "Breathless".

    A female colleague hung up the phone and called her, "Is your mobile phone in arrears?"

    Thinking of the cross-country phone call with Liang Mingxuan last night, it was no wonder that there was not even a sales call this morning. She suddenly realized, "Maybe."

    "The Xu Rushen Art Museum will hold an art exhibition in August, and the chief executive asks you to do your homework."

    ¡°Whose art exhibition?¡±

    ¡°Oops, I didn¡¯t remember clearly at first, it seemed like he was a Russian-Chinese¡±

    Zhuo Chuyue couldn't help but come up with a name, "Zhan Shijie?"

    "Yes!" The female colleague turned around and asked, "Does anyone want milk tea?"

    Zhuo Chuyue understood that she had no message to convey.

    The female colleague turned back to her and asked, "Do you want it?"

    "No, I'm going to the art museum later."

    In order to get to the art museum as soon as possible, I took a taxi directly.

    However, she rushed to the art museum and the administrator said, "He (Zhan Shijie) is not in the country, and we are not sure when he will come. We only know that there are more than a hundred works to be exhibited. We will give them to you when he comes."  Telephone."

    More than a hundred pieces!

    Zhuo Chuyue asked eagerly, "Didn't he leave any specific requirements?"

    "No."

    "OK, thank you."

    Speaking of which, she and Zhan Shijie can be regarded as ¡®old acquaintances¡¯.

    Because under the bed at her home, there is a painting by Zhan Shijie. Zhou Jiating gave her a bagues-masriera enamel brooch a few years ago.

    After breaking up with Zhou Jiating, she didn't take it out to appreciate again. The kraft paper wrapping it must have been covered in dust.

    Since I recall Zhou Jiating, I have to think of her best friend in middle school, Keyin.

    However, for no reason, I thought of the watch repair master I just met yesterday, Gu Chongyuan.

    Suddenly a memory came into her mind, which stunned her.

    It looks familiar, very strange.

    Zhuo Chuyue came back to her senses and found that she was getting off the subway.

    The more she thought about it, the more vivid her memory became, so she dialed Gu Chongyuan¡¯s number and asked, ¡°Sorry to disturb you?¡±

    "It's okay, just tell me."

    His voice is low, with a normal nasal sound, which sounds very comfortable.

    "Have we known each other before?"

    Zhuo Chuyue asked, realizing that this sentence was now misused as a conversation starter, and its meaning had changed.

    "No, no, I didn't mean to tease you, don't get me wrong."

    He seemed to laugh, "Don't be nervous."

    I wasn¡¯t nervous at first, but after listening"Despicable?" Chen Shimin sat up from the sofa, took a sip of the scented tea on the coffee table, and said, "Why do you have such thoughts?"

    Zhuo Chuyue was sitting at the desk, distracted, the afternoon sun shone in, and dust particles were clearly visible.

    Chen Shimin lay down as comfortably as if she were at home, "Everyone has their own favorite type. You just like the same type. It's normal."

    When she pointed out something, Zhuo Chuyue panicked for a moment, "I'll just say it casually and let's end the discussion."

    "So let's discuss a new bar on Shengqi Road?"

    ¡°I¡¯m going to sleep tonight and pick up Liang Mingxuan from the airport tomorrow morning.¡±

    Chen Shimin threw a pillow at her, "You have both sides."

    It takes about an hour from the city to the airport where Liang Mingxuan landed. She calculated the time and arrived early.

    The first time I went to a company for an interview, I was not so positive.

    Zhuo Chuyue lingered behind the person picking up the plane on the first floor, looking around, and finally saw him walking out with his luggage.

    Among the crowd, he was the only one who could be seen, standing apart from ordinary men and standing out. Whoever else had been in her mind before was now forgotten by the Milky Way.

    Zhuo Chuyue couldn't help but smile. The joy came out of her heart and she couldn't control it.

    She crossed the pedestrians and came to him, "I've been waiting for you for more than half an hour."

    Liang Mingxuan joked, "Thank you very much."

    Behind him, a lady walked out.

    She has long brown curly hair, big facial features, but a small face, and the most beautiful eyes, which are a little close together.  Wearing a V-neck shirt, a seaweed green long skirt, and pointed flat shoes, she was visually estimated to be 170 centimeters tall.

    Her face was filled with a generous and enthusiastic smile.

    Zhuo Chuyue panicked, "Who is this?"

    He remembered the introduction, "Jiang Huizhi, the marketing director of our company."

    Fortunately, I didn¡¯t bring a new girlfriend.

    She smiled back at Jiang Huizhi.

    Ask him immediately, "Are you here to work?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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