I lost my memory after she was moved

There is no difference between Zhao Zhao herself and the TV. In reality without any filter, Zhao Zhao's appearance is not inferior to her on TV, and even slightly better in real life.

Cen Luo was stunned for a second by Zhao Zhao's sudden greeting.

The company usually goes to work at nine o'clock, but now it's only 08:30, and only a few people come to the office.

Normally, Cen Luo would only come 10 minutes early at most, but today he came early because of work.

There were two other people in the office.

One is Jiang Ting, who said before that she never wants to meet Zhao Zhao again, and the other is Guan Hui, who has always been at odds with Cen Luo.

Ever since Cen Luo entered the office, Jiang Ting's eyes for help have been falling on Cen Luo.

At first, Cen Luo was a little puzzled as to why Jiang Ting looked at her like that, but she didn't understand until she saw Zhao Zhao sitting at her desk and heard her voice.

Jiang Ting and Guan Hui are the only two in the office, and Guan Hui is far away from her work place, maybe she hasn't noticed Zhao Zhao sitting here yet.

I don't know how long Zhao Zhao and Jiang Ting have been in contact.

"Hello, I'm Cen Luo, the main person in charge of your building sweeping activity, Ms. Zhao."

Although he didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Zhao's words, Cen Luo still introduced himself instinctively.

"Zhao Zhao."

"Ok?"

"My name is Zhao Zhao."

Zhao Zhao kept staring at Cen Luo closely, as if observing Cen Luo's reaction.

But what made her regretful was that when Cen Luo heard her name, he just paused for a moment, and then asked her suspiciously, "Did you ask me to call you by your name?"

"uh-huh."

Seeing that she didn't recognize him, Zhao Zhao was a little disappointed, a mocking smile curled up on the corner of his lips: "Are you so forgetful?"

"Ok?"

Zhao Zhaosheng is beautiful, which is different from the plastic surgery faces that are everywhere in the entertainment industry, just like today's tan with straight hair parted in the middle, it is both beautiful and pure.

Very recognizable and unforgettable.

And Cen Luo's memory is not bad, if Cen Luo met Zhao Zhao, he would definitely remember her.

Jiang Ting, who was silent at the side, cast a pitiful look at Cen Luo.It seems to be saying: You see, I just said it, Zhao Zhao is not easy to get along with at all.

"Have we met?"

In the end, Cen Luo still asked this sentence out of his mouth.

Because the way Zhao Zhao looked at her made her feel very uncomfortable. There were complaints and sarcasm, which seemed to have other meanings.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhao withdrew his mocking expression just now, and smiled softly: "Have you forgotten? It was raining that day, and I asked my assistant to give you an umbrella."

Hearing this, Cen Luo suddenly realized that the artist who came to Yunjing Mansion in the middle of the night was Zhao Zhao.

After what Zhao Zhao said, the more Cen Luo looked at Zhao Zhao, the more familiar he looked.

After all, Cen Luo only saw Zhao Zhao's eyes at that time, and felt that they were very clear and bright at that time, so he remembered them better.

Zhao Zhao's gaze was still on Cen Luo, as if he was waiting for her to say something.

"Thank you that day, thanks to your umbrella." Cen Luo smiled dryly and thanked Zhao Zhao.

Who knew that Zhao Zhao just sneered when he heard the words: "Heh."

Cen Luo vaguely seemed to understand Jiang Ting's words.

In the end, she chose to ignore Zhao Zhao's sneering sneer, walked to her desk, put down her bag, and then looked at Zhao Zhao, who had been sitting motionless at her desk, hesitated to speak.

Zhao Zhao tilted his head, looked at Cen Luo standing in front of him, and waited for her to speak.

After a while, Cen Luo saw that Zhao Zhao was still sitting motionless on the workstation, and gently reminded him: "Miss Zhao, can I trouble you to get up? I'm going to get ready for work."

The smile on Zhao Zhao's face suddenly stagnated, and his lips were pursed tightly.

Cen Luo didn't know what Zhao Zhao was thinking, but at the moment she just wanted to sit back at her desk and start preparing for work.

After all, she came so early today to prepare for work.

Zhao Zhao seemed to be annoyed by Cen Luo's move, and stood up from her seat, looking a little puzzled.

"thank you."

Although Cen Luo didn't know why he wanted to thank others for returning things.

Cen Luo lowered his head and groped in the drawer box under his workstation, and took out an umbrella that had been sorted and packed.

Handed it to Zhao Zhao who was standing aside and hadn't left yet: "Here, thank you for your umbrella, I've already packed it."

Zhao Zhao glanced at the umbrella in front of him, but didn't take it, but sat down at the desk next to Cen Luo.

"It's sunny today."

"Ok?"

"You want me to be laughed at?"

Cen Luo: "..."

"Or do you want me to advertise this umbrella later in the live broadcast?"

Cen Luo: "..."

Cen Luo now deeply understands Jiang Ting's words.

Zhao Zhao is indeed not a good person to get along with.

With a sigh of relief in my heart, I looked at the clock and saw that 10 minutes had passed.

"So what should I do, Miss Zhao?"

Cen Luo decided to listen carefully to Zhao Zhao's advice to deal with the umbrella.

"My name is Zhao Zhao." Zhao Zhao reminded Cen Luo again.

In Cen Luo's view, calling Ms. Zhao was just to appear polite. In front of the camera, she could call her "Zhao Zhao, Xiao Zhao" affectionately, but in private, they didn't know each other well.

It doesn't hurt to call Miss Zhao.

This title also applies to when you get along with other artists in private.

Although he thought so in his heart, Cen Luo still nodded on his face, expressing that he knew.

Then I heard Zhao Zhao's words:

"It keeps you from the rain, and you should keep it safe."

What Zhao Zhao said was natural, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Okay, okay.

Cen Luo gently put the umbrella back into the drawer, then looked at Zhao Zhao: "Look, how is it?"

Zhao Zhao nodded: "Reluctantly, it is sincere."

Cen Luo couldn't help but laugh. This Zhao Zhao didn't seem to be difficult to get along with, but she seemed to have another set of principles in her heart.

A little overbearing and unreasonable and a little cute.

Zhao Zhao didn't seem to intend to leave, sitting at the desk next to Cen Luo and watching Cen Luo turn on the computer and work.

Afterwards, he thought it was too far away, so he leaned his chair next to Cen Luo.

Cen Luo clearly saw the words on the screen.

Cen Luo heard the sound of the chair being moved, and knew that Zhao Zhao was getting closer to her.

She didn't dodge or cover the screen. Anyway, what she was perfecting was planning for today's live broadcast.

"Is this what your job is? I want to experience this today?"

Zhao Zhao asked curiously.

Her tone was no longer as aggressive as before, and she could tell that she was genuinely curious.

"No, although I can't tell you about today's specific process, it's certainly not difficult."

Sweeping the building itself is equivalent to a promotional activity, so they naturally won't embarrass the artists.

After a while, there were more and more people in the office.

Many people stared at Zhao Zhao very curiously.

Although the entertainment department often deals with various artists, I am still very curious and interested when I meet them in private.

Especially, when there are entertainer fans in the office.

"Zhao Zhao, can you sign me? I like you so much."

As soon as a colleague entered the office, he saw Zhao Zhao sitting next to Cen Luo.

While everyone was still hesitating, she had already rushed forward.

As an artist, Zhao Zhao naturally knew his responsibilities, took the pen and paper from the speaker, and signed his name.

Someone started, and the people behind all followed, and it was crowded for a while.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Jiang Ting told Liu Dan who had just sat down next to him what happened just now, and added:

"I believe that now the team leader must be able to understand the pain in my heart."

After listening to the words, Liu Dan thought for a while, and then murmured: "It seems a little strange."

Cen Luo, who was originally perfecting the plan, was interrupted because of everyone's congestion.

After taking a deep breath, he looked at the clock, which happened to point to nine o'clock, clapped his palms, and reminded the people in the office: "It's nine o'clock, and I'm going to work."

The people around were quiet for a while, and then someone left obediently.

There are also disobedient people still wandering around.

"The building sweeping activity is arranged in the afternoon. Aren't you afraid of destroying your own value if you come so early?"

Cen Luo didn't quite understand that it was an afternoon event, why did Zhao Zhaolai come so early?

Now that everyone is curious, what needs to be said has been said, and the autographs that need to be asked are about to arrive. Who will hang around her by then?

Although she didn't know how the relationship between Zhao Zhao and Fang Ruo, who was on the same crew, was, generally speaking, the two must be in a competitive relationship afterwards.

Zhao Zhao and Fang Ruo have combined publicity and separate activities.

Now Zhao Zhao has appeared to satisfy everyone's curiosity, but Fang Ruo hasn't appeared yet, and the mysterious veil has not been lifted, so who will everyone want to run to more?

The people gathered around him gradually dispersed and returned to their workstations.

The person sitting next to Cen Luo took two weeks of sick leave, so Zhao Zhao could still sit here even though it was already working time.

After everyone in the office dispersed, Zhao Zhao kept his head on his hands and turned his head to look at Cen Luo.

"You really don't remember me?"

Cen Luo was typing, when he heard that Zhao Zhao was still talking about the umbrella that day, he replied:

"I only saw your eyes that day, but didn't see your face clearly."

"It shouldn't be." Zhao Zhao muttered.

Cen Luo was about to ask Zhao Zhao what she meant.

Then I heard Zhao Zhao's words again: "My unique and charming eyes should not be forgotten."

Cen Luo: "..."

Although Cen Luo admitted that Zhao Zhao's eyes were indeed beautiful, but no one praised her so much, right?

In terms of good-looking eyes, Cen Luo only thinks that Jian Mu's eyes are the prettiest.

Every time she gets close, Cen Luo likes to kiss her eyes the most.

"I'm talking to you." Seeing that Cen Luo seemed to be distracted, Zhao Zhao was upset for a moment.

"Understood, I will try to remember next time."

Cen Luo felt helpless.

At first, he thought that Zhao Zhao was not easy to get in touch with, but after a while, Cen Luo finally found out that Zhao Zhao is just a child at heart.

In fact, if Zhao Zhao was wearing the perfume that day, perhaps Cen Luo would have recognized her at a glance.

Because the taste is so unique.

But the perfume Zhao Zhao used today was not the same perfume that day, and the smell was much stronger in comparison.

"May I ask, what perfume were you wearing that day?"

"When?"

"Friday, the day it rained."

They obviously met once together, and Zhao Zhao still asked her what day knowingly asked her.

Cen Luo didn't understand her behavior.

"Oh, I took it casually." Seeing Cen Luo's disappointed expression, Zhao Zhao thought she liked the perfume very much, so Zhao Zhao asked again, "You like it very much? Do you want it? How about I give you a bottle?"

Not to mention that this is only the first time she and Zhao Zhao met, not to mention that there is no reason to take a gift from someone else to someone else.

Then he shook his head: "I just feel that someone will like it."

"Who? Someone you like?"

Cen Luo and Zhao Zhao were not close friends, and they did not pick up the conversation.

After a while, just as Cen Luo saved the copy and was about to get up to get himself a cup of coffee.

I heard Zhao Zhao's inquiry again:

"You really don't remember me?"

This is Zhao Zhao's third question, like a stubborn child who keeps asking for an answer.

Cen Luo finally realized that Zhao Zhao was not talking about the umbrella she gave her that day.

Have they seen it elsewhere?

"Have we met?" Cen Luo asked back.

"No."

Zhao Zhao's voice was almost indifferent, and he was completely different from Fang Cai.

Cen Luo felt a little strange, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, could it be that Zhao Zhao was honing his acting skills?

"Do you want coffee?"

"Two cups."

Cen Luo: "..."

Serious people who drink two cups of coffee.

Although he found it strange, Cen Luo still complied.

But when Cen Luo came out of the tea room with two cups of coffee, Zhao Zhao had already left.

Cen Luo looked at the two cups of coffee in his hand, a little messy.

Maybe this is the bad taste of children?