[Insensitive × Passion]
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Xiao Shi met a girl today. She was pretty. When he saw her lowered eyelashes trembling in the sun, he wanted to reach out and touch her.
Perhaps out of lust, he accidentally exchanged contact information with her for a lame but useful reason when they parted.
But what banker is not good at using the grouping function? For a long time, Xiao Shi only saw various bank advertisements.
Until that day——
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Lin Nanjia met a boy today. His smile was like the sunshine on the beach in early spring, warm and refreshing.
Not only is he handsome, but he also proactively provides KPIs and gets MAX points. He is simply the perfect customer!
Until that day——
That night, Lin Nanjia couldn't wait to post the "work" that took him a whole month to complete on his WeChat Moments. He was looking forward to compliments from his peers, so he clicked on the comment area to take a look:
Xiao Shi (credit card to be opened): A miracle has come! I just said this look should be done! As long as Lin Lin gives the order, I will support you as the next generation of cofo!
After re-entering three times, the only comment is still lying there quietly.
What's the meaning? Xiao Shi is a customer but he commented on his circle of friends with a nerdy attribute?
Lin Nanjia was petrified. Was she really dizzy and in the wrong group? Did she really reveal her attributes in front of customers?
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On another ordinary weekend, Xiao Shi knocked on Lin Nanjia's door with ingredients.
"Feeding drawings in exchange for figures is considered an exchange of equal value." She pinched the newly made clay figurine and deliberately kept a straight face, "But coming to cook every day, what does it count?"
Wearing an apron, he turned back and smiled at her: "Consider it my sincerity in pursuing people."
The soup in the pot was steaming, and the sun shone slantly in, just falling on him.
Lin Nanjia raised his eyebrows and looked at him. With such good cooking skills, he seemed to be... Not at a disadvantage?
Demining: Xiaobai's writing + Xiaobai's plot.
Intention: For whom my heart beats
