Qiao Yinan was in the United States. Suddenly, a new email popped up in the mailbox that she had checked many times. The sender was magical. It's what I wrote on paper many times, Zhang Mu.
Ah?
Qiao Yi felt his heart skip a beat. It's not the kind of excitement, but the kind that I had when I applied for graduate school in the United States and received a reply from the school. I was a little scared, a little excited, and a little afraid to open the letter. Qiao Yi gently looked around at his colleagues, feeling that no one was looking at him. I just wanted to open the email. John at the front desk came over again to congratulate Liz on her new project. Joe was frightened or embarrassed and had to close the web page immediately.
Finally, when the people around her dispersed, she took out her phone, pretended to look at it casually, and opened the email.
A few strokes by Zhang Mu, a high school classmate. After working in China for several years, I just got an offer from Apple and came to the United States. I knew that she was also in the United States, so I sent her a letter to say hello.