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Too poor to have money: Candidate No. [-] looks quite like that guy, right?

There is a home in the mine: I think it is a bit like it, but it doesn't have the temperament.

Xia Chengfu's Second Generation Minister of Foreign Affairs: That can't be helped. Candidate No. [-] is also pretty good-looking, but Wen Zhuo didn't even take a look at him, he just likes that.

There is a family in the mine: Don't talk nonsense, he took a few glances before leaving.

Too poor to have money: Where did you find people? Not only do they have the same name, but they also look alike. We won’t be self-defeating, right?

There's a family in the mine: what's the matter, anyway, our purpose is to get rid of that guy, and they don't necessarily meet each other.

Xia Chengfu's Second Generation Minister of Foreign Affairs: It's okay to meet, that Lin Yunqing, right? People like that, it's best to spend money. We will give him some money and let him work hard to disgust that guy.

There is a home in the mine: Shit!sure!

Just as Zhao Yan was discussing the big plan with his friends in high spirits, the wooden door of the private room was opened.

"So, you called me here to watch you lower your head and play with your mobile phone?" Wen Zhuo's voice sounded coldly, his eyes were full of negation of student Zhao Yan's playfulness.

"I'm waiting for you." Zhao Yan put away his phone and poured him tea with a smile, "I thought you would be late today."

Wen Zhuo raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Didn't I hear that you hired a handsome boy today?" Zhao Yan said with a smile while leaning back on the chair lazily.

"Packed?" Wen Zhuo took a sip of his tea, questioning his choice of words.

"Lu was the one who found it. He saw it at his younger brother's school last time, isn't it good?"

"Oh, Lu just looked for it." Wen Zhuo put down the teacup, and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Yan immediately straightened up and sat on the chair. Lu Cai, I'm sorry.

"You see, you are not young anymore. We are looking for someone for you. It's okay to let Aunt Wen worry about you all the time." Zhao Yan suddenly remembered what his mother often said.

"I think too much. We signed a labor contract. The contract is formulated in strict accordance with laws and regulations. It is not a nurturing or object. To him, this is just a job, so please be respectful." Wen Zhuo explained naturally One sentence.

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, carefully scrutinized the friend opposite him since he was a child, not only did Wen Zhuo not return to normal today, but he continued to refresh his understanding of the world.

"No, then... what is your picture?" Zhao Yan asked after taking a sip of tea to calm down.

"I remember that Lu Cai likes to buy figurines, right?" Wen Zhuo looked down at his phone and asked while replying to the message.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan was stunned again, and silently apologized to classmate Lu Cai again in his heart, and mourned silently for the figures in his room.

"He also bought a 20 figure last week." Wen Zhuo continued.

"Brother Wen, there are only five of them in the world. If it breaks down, you can't buy it anymore." Zhao Yan tried to say a few words for his good brother.

"There are still four, that's not unique." Wen Zhuo looked up at him with a slightly disgusted tone, "What is Lu Cai planning?"

"Probably... the picture looks good? Is it fun?" To be honest, Zhao Yan himself didn't know Lu Cai's hobbies.

"My life assistant is the only one in the world, and it's a real person who can talk and work. Isn't that a good deal?" Wen Zhuo asked.

Zhao Yan didn't follow his topic for a while: "Ah... that little handsome boy is not a figure either."

"Put him at home, I look happy, isn't that different?" Mr. Wen explained the analogical reasoning to Zhao Yan, who was not bright enough.

Zhao Yan: ...

The conversation between the two ended in Zhao Yan's silent thinking.

After seeing the back of Wen Zhuo leaving, Zhao Yan poked the group away again.

Too poor to have money: @矿里有一个家庭Why did you buy it?

There is a home in the mine: it looks good, I like it, I am happy to buy it.

Xia Chengfu's Second Generation Minister of Foreign Affairs: How is your chat with Wen Zhuo?

Too poor to have money: He said he was happy to put the little handsome boy at home, and there is only one in the world, and it is a real person, which is much more cost-effective than @矿里有家屋.

Xia Chengfu's Second Generation Minister of Foreign Affairs: Wait a minute, let me think about it first, what kind of logic is this.Are people now looking for small doubles for large figures?

There is a home in the mine: Fart!Real people don't touch porcelain, my Two-dimensional paper man!Wen Zhuo obviously likes the little handsome man, but he still speaks hard!

Too poor to have money left: By the way, he also said that this is a job for Lin Yunqing, we have to respect what we say.

There is a family in the mine: look at it, let me tell you, he must have fallen in love at first sight, just with that face.

Xia Cheng Fu's Second Generation Minister of Foreign Affairs: Not necessarily, he may be a lover of the house.

There is a home in the mine: Fuck!It's over!

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At this time, Lin Yunqing, who was the center of the topic, came to the school.

Yes, he almost forgot that he was still a student.

Xiacheng is a super-first-tier city, not to mention hotels, even the humble homestays, the house prices are not cheap, and the cash-strapped Lin Yunqing does not intend to spend his 2 yuan so quickly.

The school stipulates that the date for graduates to leave school is mid-June, and it is only April now. In fact, most graduates have not moved out of school yet.

But the original owner was called back home early and went to the hospital to take care of Liu Lilan's elderly father. There was no serious internship, and the internship certificate was stamped by the convenience store because of Liu Lilan's so-called favor.

Lin Yunqing took out the key and opened the door of the dormitory. When he entered the door, he saw a roommate who was holding a mobile phone and playing games with his head down. He was wearing a yellow vest and sitting cross-legged on a chair. A bag of potato chips was scattered under the chair, broken all over the floor.

Lin Yunqing stopped pushing the suitcase, and looked up at the cramped and dark environment of the dormitory. The small space was full of garbage, shoes and socks were thrown everywhere, and the whole space was filled with an unpleasant smell. It stinks of mildew.

He thought, should he stay in a hotel, or contact Mr. Wen to change his entry time, after all, there must be an internship or trial period for work.

The domineering president's house must be extremely empty, with minimal decoration, high-end black and white gray and cold style.

He is not demanding, and he can live in the nanny's room.

Lin Yunqing returned to her bed.

His desk, which had been cleared out, was full of garbage, and there were even a few bags of leftover takeaway boxes.

Looking up, he found that there was an extra quilt that was twisted into a ball on his bed.

"Are these all rubbish?" Lin Yunqing's expression remained unchanged, his voice was calm, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

What responded to him was the louder and louder game background sound.

Lin Yunqing stopped talking, he tore off the quilt on the bed, swept all the garbage on the table to the ground, wrapped it in a quilt and threw it into a ball at the corner of the stairs, where the auntie collected the garbage.

Then he looked at the names on the bag delivery list, and carried the greasy bags back to its owner's table one by one.

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing?" The roommate Wu Xian, who was touched by the oil on the back of his hand, raised his head to look at Lin Yunqing, and yelled loudly.

"Return it to its original owner, this is your thing." Lin Yunqing clapped her hands and was about to turn around and leave.

"You fucking take it!" Wu Xian became angry immediately, put down the phone, stood up, and pushed him with his hand.

Lin Yunqing dodged and put his arms around: "Why?"

"Who the hell knows you're back, this table and bed are school stuff, what if I put the trash away?!"

Lin Yunqing pulled out the chair and sat down. The original clothes and books were still in the dormitory. No matter how he looked at it, it was impossible for him not to go back to school.

"It's great to go back, isn't it? I haven't seen you in a month, so you're so courageous!" The roommate became angry when he saw him like this, and grabbed his collar when he went up, and stared at him ferociously, " There are things that were born but not mothered!"

Lin Yunqing looked down at him with indifferent eyes: "Let go."

"Oh, it's really amazing." Not only did Wu Xian not let go, but he raised his fist instead.

Lin Yunqing stopped talking nonsense, directly bent his knees, and punched him hard in the stomach, pushing him away.

Looking at the angry man who was about to rush forward, Lin Yunqing stroked his collar calmly: "Just now I took pictures of my table and bed with my mobile phone, and I recorded what you said. Since you want to dump the trash on my desk Come on, then ask the counselor first."

"If the counselor doesn't care, then I'll have to find the dean. Someone has to take care of it, right? Anyway, I've finished my postponing, and I have plenty of time to play with you." Lin Yunqing put a smile on her face again.

The corners of Lin Yunqing's eyes are slightly longer, and the color of his pupils is slightly lighter. When he looks at people, he always seems to be cold. At the beginning, this smile was not only not gentle, but a little scary.

Wu Xian subconsciously took a step back.

"I'm only staying for two days, don't mess with me." Lin Yunqing left this sentence, and took a rag to the balcony to fetch water.

Wu Xian muttered: "Crazy!", and continued to retreat to his chair.

The other two roommates are both locals. Tomorrow is Saturday again, and both of them have gone home. Only him and Wu Xian are left in the dormitory.After the warning, until the evening, both of them lived in peace.

Lin Yunqing sat on the bed and continued to plan her future work.

Anyway, he is about to graduate, and there is a high probability that he and his roommates and alumni will never meet or contact again. There is no need to make compromises. What matters now is his future boss.

Looking at the contact information obtained from Special Assistant Zhou, Lin Yunqing hesitated.

At this time, Wu Xian dug out a pack of instant noodles out of nowhere, and soaked the noodles and seasoning with hot water.

The flavor of the instant noodles mixed with the stench of the dormitory, forming a more complex smell.

Lin Yunqing pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

Compared to hotels that cost money, it is obvious that Ba Zong's House, which does not cost money, is better.

Bai Yueguang's personality is high and cold, so he can't be too enthusiastic and proactive, just keep in mind.

After meditating on the work rules in his mind, he sent a friend request to Wen Zhuo.

An hour passed with no reply.

Mr. Wen Ba is busy with work and has a rich nightlife, which is understandable.Lin Yunqing put down her phone, lay down on the bed, and got ready to sleep.

Just as he was closing his eyes, a small notification sound came from the mobile phone next to the pillow.

Finally becoming friends with Wen Zhuo on social software, Lin Yunqing felt that his desire to improve the living environment had been fulfilled a little bit.

"Mr. Wen, I want to get acquainted with the work before officially joining the company, so can I go for an internship first?"

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