White Mantou and Miss Black Suit

In the past few days, Xiaomi saw that Chen Yirou was always depressed. When she was at work, she fell into her cubicle and didn't know what she was busy with. When a colleague asked her about it, Chen Yirou also seemed unwilling to say more.

"Manju." Xiaomi knocked on Chen Yirou's partition.

The crackling sound of constantly typing on the keyboard stopped, Chen Yirou poked her head out and explained weakly: "My name is not manju."

Xiaomi doesn't care how Chen Yirou got her nickname, now everyone in the company calls her Manju, and she's just following the trend.

"What's the matter with you, you have a pale face, why does a young girl in her early twenties look like an old aunt." Xiaomi held her chin in regret and said, "What kind of job can make you into such a miserable woman?" Sample?"

Chen Yirou's head rested on the office chair, she shook her head lightly, and almost shed a line of tears.

The tears shed now are all the water in my head when I took this job.

Seeing her lifeless ghost, Xiaomi patted his chest: "If you have anything to tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Chen Yirou turned her head, still with a weak tone of imminent death: "Well, others will know about it sooner or later, I'm just worried."

"What are you worried about?" Xiaomi looked at Chen Yirou for a while, suddenly realized, and comforted him with the attitude of someone who has been there, "Manju, I know this kind of thing is hard to accept for a while, but since it happened, we should all face it bravely, right?"

Chen Yirou let out a long breath, raised her face, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

"There are always many accidents in life, but once we have passed through it, we will look back and see that it is not a big deal." Xiaomi searched in his mind for the good words and sentences that he wrote down while watching Chicken Soup for the Soul, and saying one more sentence is a sentence.

"En." Chen Yirou nodded.

"Believe that the suffering you are suffering now is a cornerstone of a happy life in the future."

There was a little light in Chen Yirou's eyes.

"You don't have to be demanding about everything, just come when you come, don't frown when you encounter something, just laugh when you smile, don't force it in the end, just do it. Life is a kind of simplicity, and peace of mind is peaceful." Xiaomi spread his hands and gestured Like the savior who saved all sentient beings, he looked at Chen Yirou with a kind smile in his eyes.

"I understand." Chen Yirou was given a few mouthfuls of chicken soup for the soul, her whole body became angry, and she held Xiaomi's hand gratefully, her eyes sparkling.

"Here." Xiaomi stuffed a card into Chen Yirou's hand.

"What?" Chen Yirou thought there were inspirational words written on it.

"Women's Paradise Hospital has launched a dream painless abortion service. It only takes 3 minutes. It is safe and painless, and does not hurt the uterus." Xiaomi looked at her gently.

"What and what?" Chen Yirou was completely confused.

Xiaomi's expression clearly said that I understand everything about you: "Don't be embarrassed, you can also enjoy a [-]% discount with this card."

Chen Yirou felt that no matter how bad-tempered she was, she might throw this poorly made VIP card from a private gynecology hospital on Xiaomi's face.

"I don't even have a boyfriend. I'm pregnant." Chen Yirou turned her head, and Cai Se's face turned red—she was very angry.

"Then why have you been depressed these few days, and your complexion is not good, isn't it because of morning sickness?" Xiaomi leaned over and looked left and right at Chen Yirou's face.

Chen Yirou gritted her teeth and stared at her: "You have such a big brain, do you want me to fix it for you?"

"Hahaha..." Xiaomi was overjoyed by this misunderstanding, "I thought...hahaha..."

"Where did you get the discount card?" Chen Yirou cast a cold look on her face.

"It was posted by someone on the street." Xiaomi laughed endlessly, and Chen Yirou's eyes were completely harmless, compared with Murphy, he was far behind.

"But to be honest, what's going on with you these days? What's the matter that makes you so worried?" Xiaomi stuffed a sample biscuit from a customer into his mouth, ate it, and handed a piece to Chen Yirou.

Crispy and fragrant, unforgettable in the mouth, firm and delicate taste, crispy and sticky soft, endless aftertaste, selected high-quality ingredients, no preservatives added, balabala...

Chen Yirou only took one bite, and thought of countless words to describe the characteristics of this biscuit, all of which are vivid and vivid, guaranteeing that people will be tempted to buy a copy just by looking at it.

It's a pity...the products she is responsible for have nothing to do with these words.

Chen Yirou couldn't say a word, and handed the few papers printed out on the table to Xiaomi.

"Natural latex rubber condom, ultra-thin, pink, and scented..." Xiaomi read a paragraph carelessly, realizing the product that this copywriting was aimed at, and stopped his mouth in time.

"Hush!" Chen Yirou pressed her face bitterly, and made a silent movement.

"You're actually writing the copy for fever!" Xiaomi said in a low voice.

"I don't want to, I don't want to." Chen Yirou shook her head desperately, but she didn't dare to speak loudly, her expression was so exaggerated that it was jaw-dropping.

"But..." Xiaomi roughly flipped through the copywriting, "It's really... not very good." It's not good at all!It hurt Chen Yirou's self-esteem to use such a euphemistic term.

"I know..." Chen Yirou was completely disheartened. If she was a customer, she would not have any desire to buy after seeing this copy. Of course, a simple person like her would not go to buy sex toys, but this does not mean that she cannot write a bad copy. reason.

"Writing a copy, you must be emotionally involved, you must have that feel, understand?" Xiaomi said a little excitedly.

Chen Yirou shook her head, she really couldn't get emotionally attached to that box of sex toys, she was so desperate... Director Xiao reminded her every day, and she couldn't write anything satisfactory, so she really wanted to quit this job.

However, that person still has no whereabouts, how can I give up?

For the fifth time, Chen Yirou walked to Supervisor Xiao's desk with the newly revised copywriting in his arms.

"Manju, I told you that writing like this has no selling point at all." Director Xiao didn't read a few pages, and threw the stack of papers on the desk impatiently, "Anyone can write about the composition of the product, and condoms are nothing more than rubber. The vibrator is either plastic or silicone, what about sexy lingerie? What else can it be but pure cotton and silk?"

Chen Yirou actually wanted to say that there are many kinds of fabrics for underwear, but she took a look at Director Xiao and was embarrassed to speak.

"There are tens of thousands of shops selling sex toys in the entire shopping website. What should we do to stand out among these shops?" Director Xiao said a little excitedly, and his voice rose unconsciously when he was excited. Few people looked sideways here.

Chen Yirou lowered her head, but Director Xiao asked more excitedly.

"Why do people buy sex toys?"

Chen Yirou thought for a while, and said softly: "Fun?"

Director Xiao slapped the table with his palm, and his hatred for iron and steel was obvious: "Just for one word! Cool!"

Colleagues around burst into laughter, and Chen Yirou knew that the fact that she wrote the fever copy had become known to everyone because of Director Xiao's lecture.

Regardless of Chen Yirou's embarrassment, Director Xiao continued to ask: "Then what are you going to do?"

Chen Yirou raised her eyes, carefully thinking about what to say.

"Let customers believe that other people's products make them feel good, but our products can make them feel better!" Director Xiao's short sentence made Chen Yirou enlightened.

It seems that I have found what I want in an instant.

But how can we express this feeling clearly, so that customers can imagine the pleasure they will experience after getting the product through the screen?

This is a very serious question...

"And manju, Sister Fei originally asked to hand in the first draft of the copy today, I think it's not easy to hand it in if you write it like this, then delay it for a few more days, and you can tell Sister Fei yourself." Director Xiao waved his hand and told Chen Yirou Go find Murphy.

"I'll go find her myself?" Chen Yirou pointed to herself.

"That's right, I can't help you explain this kind of thing." After all, Murphy was so strict, and he didn't want to provoke her for his subordinate's affairs.

Chen Yirou hugged her copy and went back to her desk, wanting to revise it before going to the director's office.Although it’s useless to hold the Buddha’s feet temporarily, there is another saying that it’s easy to sharpen a gun in battle. She took a pencil to scribble and change, and people can feel her rigorous and serious attitude towards this job by looking at the marks on it.

Xiaomi's desk is at the door of Murphy's office, and when she saw Chen Yirou approaching surreptitiously, she knew that she must not be looking for anything good for Murphy.

"Manju, Sister Fei has just come back from socializing with the bald king. She is in a bad mood. You have to be careful." Xiaomi and Chen Yirou have only met each other a few times, but when people call her manju, she also feels This new intern is quite cute, and I got to know her a little better.

"What is the bald king?" Chen Yirou asked while pulling the partition glass in front of Xiaomi's desk.

"It's Sister Fei's brainless fan. She always uses it as a cover to talk about business. In fact, she comes out to have a meal together for Sister Fei, and shake her little hand while looking at her face." Xiaomi made a contemptuous expression. The first time I saw the bald king drooling at Mo Fei.

"So..." Chen Yirou thought about it seriously, "Sister Fei is not easy."

Always going to meet those annoying people, even though I am so annoyed to death, I still have to greet them with a smile... It feels very pitiful.

"Ah?" Xiaomi's statement to Chen Yirou was very novel, "Sister Fei is the number one person in the company, what's not easy?"

Chen Yirou looked at Murphy's office, the door was closed, she and Xiaomi waved: "I'll go in first."

Xiaomi also waved, hoping that Chen Yirou would be blessed.

Mo Fei hated that bald king so much, he asked him out for dinner every now and then in the name of being a big client, saying it was about business, but none of the ten words he said had anything to do with business!

Miss Mo, you have a really good figure, just like a model.

Miss Mo, you are so good-looking, it would be a pity not to be a star.

Miss Mo, do you have a boyfriend?Whoever marries you is simply lucky for three lifetimes.

Miss Mo...

The bald king looked at Murphy's wretched look, and all he had to say was, Miss Mo, will you let me be your boyfriend?

The world is big, and strange clients are everywhere. Murphy has always told himself to be calm and calm, but sometimes it really makes people collapse.

He also rubbed the back of her hand in the name of a handshake gift, how can a person be so wretched!

Murphy had nowhere to complain, so he could only vent his anger in a pile of documents.

There was a short knock on the door.

"Please come in." Murphy signed a plan, and the paper was scratched with too much writing.

Irritability, endless irritability almost drowned Murphy.

"Sister Fei." Chen Yirou pushed open the door, took two steps, and stood in front of Murphy.

Murphy immediately raised his eyes, and it was too late to put away the sharp corners of his eyes.

Chen Yirou met her gaze, momentarily at a loss as to what to do, she pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled knowingly.

The chest is affected by this smile, and a light feeling is slowly growing, which makes people feel very comfortable.

There is always a person who can bring himself an indescribable and wonderful feeling no matter when and where, like a warm spring breeze or bright sunshine.

Mo Fei looked at that person, the corners of his mouth curled into an arc similar to hers, and he said softly, "Chen Yirou."