Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2118 The gold medal lawyer is a bit cold (12)

  "Dangdangdang——"

  Rhythmic knocks sounded unhurriedly, dyed white knocked three times,

   There was a cold and clear voice, just a simple and indifferent word: "Jin."

  Dye Bai put one hand on the doorknob, holding the document in one hand, and pushed the door directly in.

  Sure enough,

  The man was sitting at the desk, his beautiful fingers lazily propped his white forehead, his eyelashes were very long and long, like a butterfly wing perched, his side face was sharp and handsome, and he clasped one hand on the black mouse.

   "What's the matter?" Fu Jin asked nonchalantly without even raising her eyes.

Whether it is a watch clasped on a white wrist with a slightly cold order, or a rigorously arranged silver-white cuff, or it is a simple and cool office in black and white and a clean and self-disciplined desk, it is always present with a cold and alienated texture. .

   Such a young person does have the corresponding ability and aura to support this law firm.

  White-dyed fingertips tapped twice on the desk, and said concisely: "Redo file."

   Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Jin paused slightly with his fingertips. He raised his eyes lazily, and his light and cold gaze fell on the girl in front of him. The gaze was like a cold and calm lake, which was bottomless.

  Fu Jin didn't take the document first, but raised her white wrist, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and glanced casually at the time on the low-luxury watch.

  It's almost eleven o'clock at night.

The cold and precious man raised his eyelashes slowly, and after a two-second pause, he threw the pure black pen on the table, and he leaned back lazily. The evil and cold, unprovoked There is a kind of arrogant and oppressive aura.

  "Why are you still in the company?" He asked casually, as if only casually.

  "The company doesn't stipulate when employees must leave work, right?" Ranbai raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Besides, aren't you there?"

  "This is a redone file. I sorted it out in advance. Let's take a look?" White-dyed fingertips lightly tapped the folder.

"Now, off work." The slender and tall young man was expressionless, his ink-colored hair was scattered on his forehead, his long eyelashes covered those lingering eyes, his thin lips were lightly open, and he couldn't hear any emotions, "I said tomorrow morning. Give it to me at eight."

  Dyeing white:?

  Not even in advance?

  What's wrong with this person?

As if seeing the direction of dyeing white, Fu Jin smiled lightly. He clasped his white fingers on his black tie, and relaxed the neckline, revealing a half-curved line of cold and beautiful porcelain white collarbone, thin lips hooked. The arc of playfulness, unexpectedly a little scornful, "Not even a minute in advance."

   "Understood?" His voice was clean and low-magnetic, with a clear and lucid voice. At this moment, the ending sound was light and lazy, and it fell on the ears of people, itchy, like a cat's claw scratching on the tip of a person's heart.

  "Which company rule has this?" Ran Bai asked flatly.

   "I said there will be." He looked at her, his dark and narrow eyes were unfathomable and his emotions were flat.

  A handsome and noble young man, his facial features are a little three-dimensional and deep, his eyebrows are picturesque, his eyelashes are very long, his nose is tall and he is the kind that can't be picked out by thousands of people.

  But this kind of extreme beauty is full of offensive sharpness, flowing with a thrilling beauty, which makes people know that it is inaccessible when they look at it.

  It’s no wonder that someone in the office would say that a person like Fu Jin who is extremely cold should be born on the altar and be regarded as a flower of Gaoling. He can only look up, not blaspheme.

  Any kind of contemptuous offense on him is like an insult.

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  (End of this chapter)