At the Front Desk

"Front desk, have you been to our company?"

Leng Jun could tell that something was amiss.

Hmph! "That's right. However, Director Leng is a distinguished person. We can't meet without an appointment. "

It should be the matter of Li Jing's transfer order.

Leng Jun thought about it in her heart, and then she looked at her and coaxed: "It's my fault. You will go with me today. When the time comes, I'll ask the front desk to apologize to you properly. If you want to see me in the future, see me. There's no need to make an appointment. I'll come down personally to pick you up, okay? "

He couldn't wait for her to look for him every day.

Duan Zhimu declined to comment. He turned around to look for clothes to change into. When he saw the messy bed sheet, he was stunned. His face flushed slightly, and then he said to Leng Jun snappily, "You think of a way to throw this away. I don't know how to deal with it. "