Lin Feng, ring the bell! 908, VIP room! "
The voice of the girl at the front desk came from the intercom, with an unmistakable urging.
It instantly broke the turbid and lazy atmosphere in the lounge.
Almost at the same time, several other male technicians in the room who were playing with their mobile phones or taking a nap glanced over at them.
It sticks to me, the things mixed in it are too complicated,
There is unabashed jealousy, there is banter waiting for a good show,
But more than anything, it's a kind of scrutiny.
Damn, it's 908 again.
Aqiang came closer to me, nudged me with his elbow, and his low voice was full of envy:
"Holy crap, it's that Ms. Su who wants you again!
How many times has this happened?
Brother Feng, this is the rhythm you are going to send out. Don't forget each other even if you are rich or noble! "
Reader comments
Very imaginative and well written, keep up the good work [laughs][laughs]
Very imaginative and well written, keep up the good work [laughs][laughs]