Sir, what if it's too cold?

Zheng Weixing smiled at her, walked up to her and sat down: "Long time no see."

...is there any?

Xu Muran nodded politely, but did not speak.The other party didn't seem to mind her indifference at all, and whispered to her: "Today's tour review... I saw your manuscript."

The so-called tour review is like the so-called excellent composition review in the school. Several excellent manuscripts of the current period are placed on the display board of the internal system, and anyone can view them.

Her complexion changed: "Why?"

Even if you let her go, you shouldn't let her go, right?

Xu Muran's mind was in a mess, and Zheng Weixing added leisurely: "I think... your point of view is quite interesting."

"The housing price bubble will not have a major impact on the domestic economy. The government/government should consider the long-term future development from its own point of view... so write?" He looked at her wide-open eyes like a frightened deer, and smiled softly, " Aren't you afraid of being checked/water/meter?"

What! ?That's not what she wrote at all!Why is it changed into such a ghost?

and……

"But don't worry," he stretched out his hand and scratched his ear, "I'll suppress it for you. If you let this kind of thing go on the platform, do you know what the consequences will be?"

as a result of?

Probably because Lao Zhang was scolded bloody by the editor-in-chief, and she was scolded bloody by Lao Zhang again, and she still had to edit it in a fit of inexplicable anger.

The matter itself is not serious, but it is extremely disgusting.

Xu Muran's eyes fell on Zheng Weixing's face, and he thought to himself: What does it have to do with him?Let him take the time to remind himself?

Thousands of words flowed through her mind, and she finally considered: "Do you know... who... is going to do this?"

She has never felt that she has provoked others, nor has she made others envy her. She really can't imagine where this kind of thoughtless little action came from.

Zheng Weixing flicked his sleeves pretending to be mysterious: "Do you know who told me to dig you into the Evening News?"

...Of course I don't know!

At this time Cheng Xuewei came back, seeing the two of them sitting together, her face was a little dark, but she didn't say anything.

Because there was a person sitting next to him who didn't know when he would explode, Xu Muran had no choice but to swallow his stomach full of questions.

On the way back to the office after the meeting, Cheng Xuewei suddenly grabbed Xu Muran: "I figured it out."

"……what?"

"I said Zheng Weixing, poaching people is not the main purpose, does he want to chase you?"

Xu Muran was speechless, and tapped the back of her head with his fingers: "Tell me, what do you think about in your little head all day long?"

"Don't be poor," Cheng Xuewei said excitedly, the more she thought about it, the more reasonable she became, "it must be, otherwise he would be like this?"

"A marriageable age in her 20s, with background and ability, but no girlfriend..."

"Come and let me see, do you two have a husband and wife picture?"

"Okay, okay..." Xu Muran absently pushed her hand away, but a name suddenly appeared in his heart: Zhou Qing.

If you want to find a boyfriend, you have to find someone like Zhou Qing.

Going directly to Zhou Qing seems to be... not bad?

Xu Muran was taken aback by his own thoughts.She returned to the office anxiously, looked around, lowered her head like a guilty conscience, and opened the circle of friends.

Mu Mu's private room meow: What should I do if I have YY all day long?Wait online.

She opened Weibo and swiped for a while, then switched back to WeChat from the background, liked a few dozen comments, and scrolled down absent-mindedly until——

Zhou Qing: What does yy mean?

Broken, I forgot to group when posting to Moments.

Xu Muran typed the reply confidently: I mean hesitating, recently I saw a coat, and I am hesitant to buy the brown one or the black one~(≧▽≦)/~

If you say that, you should be able to fool the past, after all...

She thought about Zhou Qing's usual painting style, and felt that she might not be someone who would know this.

Five minutes later, the phone rang.Xu Muran was busy typing on the keyboard, didn't see who it was, and picked it up, "Hello?"

"it's me."

She lost her grip and almost dropped her phone on the ground.

... Really, I am afraid of who will come.

"Ah, Teacher Zhou?"

Zhou Qing seemed to be in a good mood, and asked her: "A few days ago, someone gave me two concert tickets. The time is tonight. Would you like to go to listen with me?"

concert?tonight?

Xu Muran felt his fingers holding the fuselage tightened suddenly, and then slowly loosened after a while.

She said, "No, I have something to do tonight."

She obviously felt that Zhou Qing's voice paused, and then said: "You have something to do, then, let's talk about it next time."

"okay."

In fact, she had nothing to do.After leaving the unit, she got off the subway, turned into a random coffee shop, and ordered an iced Americano.

She actually subconsciously regarded Zhou Qing as...

A viable relationship partner.

Maybe the window has been empty for too long, and the unrealistic expectations for relationships are too high, like a moth, regardless of gender, it wants to come forward when it encounters a fire.

The coolness of the ice cubes passed through the cardboard cup, and slowly covered the skin, even Xu Muran's heart was also cooled.

she……

The cranky thinking didn't last long, and Zhao Yi's text message interrupted her thinking: Where is it?

Xu Muran: Not at home, but outside, what?

Zhao Yi: A friend of mine opened a nightclub. Its trial operation has just ended and it officially opens today. Please invite me to play.I'm clubbing style you know...hehehe.

Xu Muran looked at the three words hehehe at the end and felt a chill.

her style?

After being drunk, seeing people madly kissing and then sleeping until dawn is also called style?

She stroked the screen with her fingers, and when she was deep in thought, Zhao Yi sent another message: "Come on, come on, I'll pick you up later, today's opening, a lot of fresh meat!"

Xu Muran hesitated for a while, then gave her the address: OK.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yi asked her while driving: "Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

Xu Muran lowered the car window sleepily, let the wind blow for a while, then suddenly turned to Zhao Yi and said, "I really want to fall in love."

"Then let's talk," Zhao Yi said, "Think about it, what if something happens tonight?"

"Who's looking for it in a nightclub..." She smiled, and as expected, she received 1 blank stares from her friends: "You think I can't hear you?"

Sometimes, she thinks that Zhao Yi is like this, which is also very good.

Love when you want to love, hate when you want to hate, just like the chicken soup article said, take at least a second, and live for your own selfish desires in this second.

"By the way," Zhao Yi took a look at her, "I'm going out to play, so you should change your clothes anyway, go to your house first, and put on the same outfit you used to piss me off last time?"

clothing?

Thinking back, Xu Muran was surprised to find that the clothes seemed to be still in Zhou Qing's hands.

Zhou Qing just came to the house that day, and she had been busy in the kitchen. Later, when Zhou Qing fell asleep, she went to write the manuscript and completely forgot about the clothes.

She pulled a strand of hair out irritably, and a tingling pain suddenly came from her scalp, which woke her up for no reason: it was just a suit of clothes.

Xu Muran thought for a while, and said to Zhao Yi: "Go to your house, my body...was washed."

At one o'clock in the evening, the little girl leaning against the cashier yawned.

This should have been the busiest time of her day, but today is a working day, and the first day of business is officially opened, so the number of people is much smaller than expected.She turned the tail ring in her left hand a few times, then raised her hand to her eyes, and stared idly at the patterns reflected in the fake diamond by the dim light of the chandelier.

This part-time job is also quite watery.

She was so concentrated that she didn't hear the sound of the door being opened at the front of the store. She didn't realize until the customer walked in front of her——

The little girl quickly straightened her back: "Hi, Miss, the fee is here."

The visitor was a young woman. She looked down at her watch and smiled a little: "I don't play, I just go in to find someone. Please, it's convenient, okay?"

Hearing this, the little girl looked at her a little hesitantly.

The other party was right, she really shouldn't be here to play.

This is not the first time for the little girl to work in a night market. She has seen a lot of people of all kinds, and everyone wears the same clothes, short skirts with high heels, and black silk with leopard prints—no one will wear a suit as if she just came from a tens of millions of trade fairs. She came to drink with her undressed clothes, not to mention that her temperament was not like that of a person who would go out from this venue.

She has a good appearance and looks less than thirty years old. She has long black hair and shawls, and her eyes are polite and friendly at first, but when you think about it, you will find that it is a kind of alienation that faintly rejects people thousands of miles away.No color was applied on the lips, but surprisingly, the shade was just right, and today the clothes matched her again, and it was so serious that the little girl felt a little weak in her legs.

Seeing that she was silent for a while, and the guest stopped talking, he took out three brand new pink tickets from his wallet, pressed them under the gel pen on the counter for signing the bill, nodded slightly at her, and went straight in. infield.

This this……

The little girl blankly passed the bills through the banknote detector many times, until the noisy prompt echoed in her ears for too long, and she got a headache from the noise——

Does this work too?

There was a lot of voices in the infield, and it took Zhou Qing a lot of effort to tell the difference between the south, the south, and the north—there were men and women who were twisting and letting themselves go everywhere, and it was really not easy to find someone who was sober.

She looked around for a while, and then seized the opportunity to grab a waiter and ask for the location.The waiter was also busy, raised his chin, indicated the general location of the box, and left quickly.

Xu Muran rejected the invitation, and she lost interest in going to the concert. If she went alone, she would fall asleep without hearing the intermission.

Zhou Sheng said tonight that he had invited friends from elementary school to drink and reminisce about the old days, and that he was not allowed to drive after drinking, so he called Zhou Qing in a drunken manner, and asked Zhou Qing to come pick him up.Zhou Qing couldn't bear his "messing around" the most, and after a few rounds, he was defeated, and finally drove to find someone.

Although she took Zhou Sheng to and from school every day at that time, she couldn't even remember the names and appearance of those people.Zhou Sheng was young, but his ability to make friends was unimaginably superb, and within a week of the start of school, he had all the little kids in the class to play with him.

Think of yourself...

Zhou Qing shook his head inaudibly.She didn't have many friends since she was a child, let alone talk about it.

The box where Zhou Sheng was located was at the front end of the corridor. Zhou Qing was about to open the door and go in when he stopped, and suddenly looked into the crowded crowd.

That person...seems...a bit familiar?

Like a piece of broken ice crashing into her chest, she suffocated, who else could it be if it wasn't Xu Muran? !