No Fishing Law Enforcement in the Office

#SC/HE// Sweet and Sour Redemption Article# #Gentle and growth-type female protagonist vs. White-cut and black daddy-type male protagonist# The next book is "Morbid Attachment", Xiaobaihua vs. Dark Batch, # Marriage First, Love Later|Uncle and Sister-in-law Literature#, if you are interested, see the column~ ＊ The first time Wen Tong saw Jiang Shaoting was in the midsummer when he left Pingchuan. He was tall and tall, and his eyes looked over with natural scrutiny, calm and deep. A very good-looking man, Wen Tong came to this conclusion with almost no thought. He glanced at Wen Tong, who was standing stupidly under the scorching sun, and said politely, "Do you need me to see you off?" Perhaps because she was older than her, there was an irrefutable sense of oppression in her words. It is clearly midsummer, but there are strong winds carrying rain. ＊ Wen Tong dreamed of Jiang Shaoting, in his spring dream? She was lying on the workstation and woke up with a start, and the coat on her shoulders fell off with the movement. The black velvet suit belongs to him. Wen Tong's mind went blank for a moment, and he remembered the dream at an inappropriate time. Why did he come to the brand department? She shouldn't be talking in her sleep, right? There was still a trace of residual warmth in the suit on his fingertips. Wen Tong drank two glasses of ice water one after another. The rationality he finally regained was interrupted by the sudden vibration of his cell phone—— "Can you come to my office?" ＊ Colleagues reminded her to pay attention to her wording when reporting, as Mr. Jiang has been in a state of uncertainty lately. Wen Tong felt guilty. When he was wandering at the door of the president's office, he was bumped into by the secretary who pushed out the door. Jiang Shaoting's eyes moved behind the desk, and he looked at her faintly, "Come in." The city's neon lights flickered on and off, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected a snow-white soft face, with wet apricot eyes like lights on a rainy night, gorgeous and hazy. Jiang Shaoting lifted Wen Tong's waist from behind and kissed her crimson cheek, his tone cold and harsh. "Tongtong and I have done this again, what should we do?" "There is no lover, no spring, no moon in your blood, not even enough bread, and even fewer friends." "Finally I was carried into the immortal sun by the gods of dusk" - "Selected Poems of Haizi" ————Pre-released article "Morbid Attachment" ———— [Ignorant and slow-paced female protagonist vs. Wet and crazy male protagonist] [Marriage first, love later|taking advantage of others] The heavy rain stopped in the early morning, and the rain traces were like slippery spider silk, strands climbing up the floor-to-ceiling windows. In her sleep, Gu Wanzhou vaguely felt something cold rubbing the tip of her nose. She rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them. It's his belt. She raised her body and bumped into the rows of wooden figures on the front table. The semi-dry vermilion paint has a sticky and sticky feel at first glance. At this moment, he was staring at her with empty, blood-red eyes. "Can you not call my brother's name in bed?" Gu Wanzhou couldn't remember whether she had shouted or not, so she hurriedly replied: "Sorry." He curled his lips, picked up the shirt scattered on the floor, and said in a teasing tone: "Forget it, just scream." "What do I care about with him, a dead man?" "Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat" Intention: Positive and sunny