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Given that the reasons why the previous chapter is being guessed are becoming more and more outrageous, let me say that it is actually because the total number of words on the new article application list is 3,05 words. I will not count them in a few days. I understand, I’m busy!

Then, read the article and welcome. Lin Yao felt a little difficult to breathe when he went out in the morning. Xiao Xiali felt a sultry heat as soon as he drove out of the garage. He parked the car at the door of the garage and began to ponder.

When he first came to work at the company, he really didn't consider the problem that the company was in the north and his house was in the south.

Although it is not in the south or north, it is really unbearable to have sunlight in the cab whether it is going to work or after get off work every day. If this continues, it will not take long for his face to be exposed to a handsome shadow.

He turned around and took the yellow cloth removed from the mooncake box from the back seat, hung it on the car window, then carefully clamped the small yellow cloth with the car window, adjusted it again, lifted up a corner so that he could see the rearview mirror.

My father's car also drove out of the garage, passed by his little Xiali, brought a gust of wind, and honked the horn, and half a small yellow cloth hanging outside the car window fluttered in the wind for a while.

"What a shame!" Lin Yao put down the car window and stretched out his head and shouted, "Small explosion household!"

My dad probably didn't hear it. The car ran away and disappeared. He retracted back into the car dejectedly and then clamped the small yellow cloth again.

Damn, sooner or later, I will buy a good car and drive it over to my dad’s face!

"You are the second generation of a small outbreaker." My mother stood on the balcony on the second floor with a smile and watered flowers. Half of the water in the kettle spilled onto the roof of Xiao Xiali's car.

"I am the second generation of the large-scale murder chef." Lin Yao sighed and drove out.

When he reached the intersection, there was a red light again. Lin Yao felt that his luck was indeed a back. He had a 20% chance of going to jail for a game. He had never encountered a green light five days a week and a junction.

He was not ranked first today, and there were five cars in front. According to the time when the green light was released at this intersection, people like him who were carrying a little back may have to stop and wait as soon as they reached the line.

He looked at the car in front and didn't see the Cherokee. He had been in a row for four days. Then he looked at the time. At the same time as usual, did the Cherokee change routes?

Although he felt that if he really met that person again, he would be a little embarrassed, but if he really couldn't meet him, he was a little disappointed. He was so excited about his pleasure on the way to work. Now he was gone. The key is that the guy looks pretty good.

When the green light finally lit up, Lin Yao hurriedly held the car in front. He didn't want to wait for another red light. It was too hot and even grilled fish fillets were not so painful.

The first one was probably a novice, and he was so brave that he let the cars on the road next to him squeeze in three before he finally got out.

But it obviously took a lot of time. Although Lin Yaodi was close to the car in front, he still couldn't grasp the green light. The butt of the car in front had just turned white and the red light was on.

"Okay," Lin Yao slapped the steering wheel, turned off the fire, and sang in the car, "I'll wait until the exhaust gas is gone--"

The most depressing thing is not waiting for the red light, but leaving the head with no shade at the position, and the cars behind can hide in the shadows, and he is the only one who is drying here.

"The sun shines on my head, and the red light smiles at me..." Lin Yao hummed a few more words, glanced into the rearview mirror casually, and was stunned.

A Cherokee stopped behind him at some point, and the shiny 444 on the license plate made him run out of tune in the second half of the song.

Long time no see buddy.

"Ao~Brother, how are you..." Lin Yao immediately felt that the red light was not so boring. He turned around, got stuck between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, and looked carefully from the rear window.

The guy was holding his arms by the car window, and his fingers were supporting his forehead and looking forward. When Lin Yao turned to look at him, he obviously saw it. His fingers hooked the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose down, revealing his eyes.

In view of the lesson learned last time, Lin Yao said before the man spoke, "That's a big deal!"

Then quickly turn around and sit down.

Guan Ze's attention was not on the guy in Little Charlie. After stopping on his face for two seconds, he was quickly pulled back to the yellow cloth piece on the car window with burrs.

He saw it when he came from afar, but it was not until he came to the front that he understood what it was, the linen in the mooncake box?

Guan Ze was happy and smiled at the half cloth for a while. This person was too creative.

When the yellow light flashed, Lin Yao twisted the car keys. Although Cherokee stopped him in the hospital parking lot that day and sprayed him with exhaust gas, he did not intend to retaliate today. The design department will have a meeting this morning and cannot be late.

Their director is a kind-hearted uncle, but what he hates the most is not on time. No matter what, as long as someone is not on time, he will immediately turn from kind-hearted and straight-eyed.

As a newcomer who has passed five levels and six generals before entering this advertising company, Lin Yao must keep the director warm as spring.

Xiao Xiali made a cough, and then there was no movement. Lin Yao was stunned for a moment and twisted it again. Xiao Xiali continued to cough, and then there was no movement again.

Lin Yao suddenly felt that his body was so hot that he couldn't stand it. His sweat, which was already quite implicit, burst out all of his sudden.

The battery is out of power? No!

He looked back at the car behind him. The person on the Cherokee looked calm, holding the steering wheel with his hands and knocking his fingers down, but the horn behind him had already sounded.

Lin Yao continued to start the car. After several failed attempts, a drop of sweat from his forehead slid from his eyebrows to his face. He wiped his face and felt like he was crying. So he opened the car window and wanted to get some breath.

While opening the window, a figure flashed by the car window. Lin Yao subconsciously turned his head and looked at it. Could it be that the owner behind him came to ask for a crime?

Before he could see the person outside the window, he waved his hand and something flew in through the car window, and threw it directly on his face with a "splash".

Lin Yao was startled and looked down at what fell from his face to his leg. It turned out to be this magazine.

He glanced at the cover.

Hongqiao Gynecology... Painless person | Where did I go... That rainy night, I lost my place | The body of a girl...

"Damn!" Lin Yao cursed and threw the magazine on the passenger seat.

Xiao Xiali finally started pressing the green light with his curse. He quickly kicked out with the accelerator, and Cherokee behind him followed him, but the cars behind him were all pressed behind the white line again.

After driving a few roads, he arrived at the High-tech Building. He saw Cherokee behind him turning on the auxiliary road. Out of the grace that Cherokee had been patiently waiting for him that he could not catch fire, he looked at the rearview mirror and said, "By goodbye, buddy."

After parking the car at the company, he ran to a milk tea shop next to the company and bought a cup of milk tea. This is the only milk tea shop nearby that will open before nine o'clock in the morning.

When he ran into the company hall with milk tea, he happened to see the elevator door closing immediately. While running, he rushed to the person in the elevator and shouted: "Beauty stay!"

The elevator door opened and he ran in: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." A woman's voice came.

Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief. When he shouted, he didn't see clearly whether it was a man or a woman, but the voice... he looked back and said, "Mr. Qiu."

"Good morning," Qiu Yueling smiled and looked at him and thought, "You are Lin Yao from the Design Department, right?"

"Yes," Lin Yao nodded. He usually has no chance to stay alone face to face with the boss, which is a little uncomfortable. "Mr. Qiu has a good memory."

"I may not be able to call a newcomer if I see it, but I remember you," Qiu Yueling kept laughing, "I took the wrong information during the personnel interview, and you can still answer it well. Many people in the company know it."

"Ah, I've been chatting for a while and I'm wondering, the interview is too high-end." Lin Yao was happy. When he came to the interview, the human resources supervisor also had to interview people from the marketing department. Maybe he was confused and started chatting with him with a resume from the marketing department. He gritted his teeth and talked to others for almost twenty minutes. The supervisor realized that he had obtained the wrong resume.

"You react very quickly, you can chat for a long time."

"Super Yu is so powerful. I didn't have the chance to tell her that the information was wrong." Lin Yao felt a little embarrassed, but because Manager Yu found out that the information was wrong, he immediately apologized to him sincerely, and was afraid that he would be nervous and joked with him for a while, he decided to stay in this company.

"I've been here for a few months. How do you feel about the company?" When the elevator arrived at the floor, Qiu Yueling walked out and continued to chat with him.

"I'm quite tired, but I can learn something." Lin Yao answered truthfully. In fact, he wanted to say that the company's coffee was pretty good, and the restaurant where I ordered a work meal at noon was a bit of a scam.

"Do it well, young people, be braver and have to relax their ideas," Qiu Yueling said, then turned around and walked towards her office, and finally added, "Always drinking milk tea is not good for health."

"Yes, I'm trying to quit..." Lin Yao ran into the design department with milk tea.

Guan Ze sat in the office, closed his eyes and leaned on the chair slowly and swung the chairs. He kept turning until he felt a little vomiting, so he stopped. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the wall was in front of him. It was so innocence. I don’t know why every time the swivel chair turned to the last stop, he must be facing this wall. Guan Ze raised his middle finger at the wall.

"Boss," someone knocked on the glass door of his office. It was a little girl from the marketing department. "You didn't put your phone down, right? Mr. Liu said the planning plan for the event next month..."

"I understand." Guan Ze turned the chair back to face the table, reached out to put the phone on the table.

"Can't you really make it?"

"Change it."

"Hey—" the little girl sighed in a long voice.

Guan Ze is actually used to planning new product promotion activities. Lao Liu will participate in the opinions and then object and modify them almost every time.

Qiu Yueling was right, it was really uncomfortable to feel like she was tied up.

Guan Ze opened the planning plan in front of him and looked carefully. The limit he set for himself was probably here. The company gradually grew bigger, but it became more and more conservative. Although he was not a person with great ambition, except for sleeping, work took up half of his time every day, and whether it was easy or not would affect the quality of life.

He stood up and closed the office door, picked up the phone, and pulled out Qiu Yueling's number: "Mr. Qiu, I Guan Ze, when will I have time to talk?"

"Anytime, now, too." Qiu Yueling answered very simply.

"Let's go tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, get your conditions ready."

"good."

Lin Yao felt that he had some inexplicable obsessive-compulsive disorder, such as whether the door lock should be repeatedly determined whether it is locked properly, walking in the grid, and the toilet paper in the toilet must be tear according to the grid. These symptoms are actually nothing. When you stop at the intersection and wait for the lights every day, if you can't see the 444 Cherokee, you will be in a state of discomfort. This situation makes people unbearable.

Fortunately, Cherokee stopped to his right again this morning. Although he did not contact him, he was still relieved in an instant.

Xiao Xiali was also powerful when driving, and was running lightning all the way. When he drove into the parking lot, he almost threw himself on the buttocks of the director who was swiping the card in front.

Today he is not at work, and the most dazzling national style has been finalized. Today he mainly helps the masters of the design department to handle the pictures and do chores, and is still in a very happy mood.

But at about noon, a text message ruined his good mood.

The sender: Tenderness is like water. Content: How did the madman sell his account?!

Lin Yao rarely pays attention to the things in the game during work. When he saw this text message, he only replied. I don’t know, he is going to work.

But the roar in his heart roared in an overwhelming way, I! Fuck!

It doesn't matter whether the madman sells the account or not. A few months ago, the madman had already started playing small accounts and said he wanted to practice a good-family account. Lin Yao didn't say anything. He played any account and said he would play any account. That was the freedom of the madman. But selling the account was different. Most of the pets and equipment on the madman account were bought with his money. He sold it as soon as he said it was sold, and he didn't mention the matter of dirt to him!

This made him feel instantly as if he had confirmed the title of a second fool.

Lin Yao endured it until he returned to the company after lunch, and then sent a text message to the madman: Who did he sell the account to?
To be continued...