General affairs girl

probably too cold

As soon as the exhaled water vapor left the lips, it condensed into a cloud of white mist.

The winter sun shines through the windows, casually and lazily sprinkled all over the place, brilliant but not giving people substantial warmth.

The man thought for a while, then stretched out his pale hand to brush away the broken hair on her forehead, and after touching it lightly, he realized that her current body temperature was not much higher than his own.

How long have you slept?

He tilted his head slightly.He lowered his eyes, seemingly inadvertently glanced at the rabbit in the girl's arms, and evened the corners of his mouth.

After Miss Rabbit snorted coldly, she seemed to be reluctant to open her small three-petal mouth, but what she uttered was a soft and gentle elegant female voice that was completely incompatible with her cute image.

[I see that she is very tired from work in the morning, so I promised her to let her sleep for a few minutes]

【But just now Queen Victoria asked me to go home and make black tea. The queen has always been very strict about making black tea...】

Speaking of this, Miss Rabbit seemed to suddenly think of something, her purple glass bead eyeballs flashed suddenly, she looked extremely guilty, then she fell silent and stopped talking, moved the short legs of the rabbit doll, and turned her head Shrunk and climbed back into the basket.

So when the funeral room saw him, he was not in a hurry to say anything, as if he was extremely bored by Miss Rabbit's words, he just leaned lazily on the sofa, and slowly laughed dryly twice.

Then he casually grabbed the waist of Dorothy, who was sleeping dishonestly and habitually rolled down from the sofa, and pinched her waist hard with a smile. Although the behavior was very rough, it was relatively effective. Dorothy took a sharp breath in her sleep and woke up immediately.

The black-haired girl was lying on the lap of the funeral room, rubbing her sleepy eyes slowly, as if wondering why she was awakened, and in a daze, she raised her hand and patted the man's thigh a few times. Next, after hearing two muffled "pops", she realized that she was not patting a soft sofa. The girl obviously paused, tilted her head and silently lifted her head with a "huh" head.

In sight, the corners of her silver-haired senior's grinning mouth twitched obviously, and even froze with a smile, and quietly moved away the leg under Dorothy's hand.

"Does it hurt?" The girl pursed her lips, her eyes rather evasive.

"It's okay..." The man smiled and said briefly.

Dorothy bowed her head and silently reflected on her hurtful hand strength.

The funeral room on one side is quite habitual, but he didn't pay much attention to the little girl's little movements. After reaching out his hand and stroking Dorothy's head like a kitten, he unhurriedly took out the bag in his sleeve. Staring at the delicate second face of the pocket watch, the funeral home curled its lips in displeasure.

"Oh, Xiaosheng wants to tell you a few more words, but you have to go to work in the afternoon, right? It seems that there is not enough time..."

A hoarse male voice resounded faintly, with a specially drawn long tone, which seemed to be more dissatisfied.

Then, as if complaining, he got up and picked up the porcelain pot on the trolley that was placed aside. The white porcelain pot was exquisite in workmanship, with exquisite patterns, which looked expensive.The funeral home narrowed its eyes, looked roughly at the porcelain jar in its hand, nodded slightly and showed a satisfied smile, then carefully stuffed it into Dorothy's basket, what a coincidence It just pressed on the petite body of the rabbit doll.

The girl sat on the sofa obediently. She was a little uncomfortable after sleeping for too long. She was quite puzzled as she watched the senior's movements.

"what is that?"

She holds out her finger.

"Tea~ Xiaosheng's client these days is a Chinese. Considering that you may need this thing, I asked him to bring a box for you."

"Although Xiaosheng doesn't like this kind of thing very much, you have to get along well with the women in the general affairs department, don't you?"

The man leaned on the sofa with a nonchalant smile and replied.

Dorothy stretched out her fist and knocked herself on the head, only then did she recall what senior Deborah specially introduced to her this morning, the all-time flower tea party of the General Affairs Department,

But then the funeral home seemed to say something.

"It's very convenient for the Qing Gang, isn't it?" The thin voice seemed to be muttering to himself.

I didn't hear clearly...

As long as she looks up now, she can see the funeral room hugging the sofa cushions and explaining to her the affairs of the general affairs department, calm and lazy.

Dorothy thought she was trying to concentrate and write down the details at the mouth of the funeral home, but at this moment, her brain was like an old machine that was malfunctioning and did not listen to commands. The rusty clockwork creaked, and the ears The words were like tiny debris, rustling down through the gaps in the machine, and she stretched out her hand, unable to grasp anything.

Probably because I didn't wake up...it doesn't matter...right?

She herself doubted what she said...

Later, when she saw the man watching her leave, she slowly waved his hand.In Dorothy's eyes, the slowness is like a slow replay of the theater.

In the afternoon, the general affairs department talked a lot, probably the girl at window 8 got married, and the child was an orphan, and after getting married, she finally got a decent surname, etc., and somehow, it was probably someone Yu Guangyi Sweep, and started talking about her.

(Well, Dorothy doesn't even have a last name~)

Hey, I want to have that kind of thing, I want to use the same surname as Liz, that's my good friend, she probably won't care.

(If there is one that you like...have you got it yet?!)

No, Liz had a deep smile at that time, saying "Oh, welcome new comrades into the group." She kept putting her elbows on her brother's shoulders.

Ahhh, I can't remember clearly at that time, the little blond gentleman blushed so shamelessly, he said loudly that the knights of Midford would not attack his sister's friend, and then... fled?

Because it was very interesting, I held a teacup and laughed with everyone.

A pleasant afternoon tea is when everyone hastily glanced at their pocket watches after laughing, calming down their emotions again, and by the way, even themselves were forgotten and cleaned up.

(Uh, what's your name, little sister? Annie?)

Who is that?The blond woman who had just chatted cordially forgot her name when she turned around, and called her "Annie" with an indifferent smile.

If you really call me...

Dorothy pursed her lips and stopped the sorting work in her hands. She didn't know whether she should return. She thought her name was easy to remember. According to Liz's original words, "everyone loves you, you are dollars, Dorothy dollars is still plural! 'The blond friend looked at her, and the bright smile that looked like dozens of dollars piled up in front of her eyes made her unforgettable...

Fortunately, her senior, Deborah, seemed to be a tactful woman. Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, she smiled wryly on the spot, patted Dorothy on the head dryly and comforted her a few times, "Don't be sad, everyone here is like this, she Uh, I have a poor memory!" He hastily resolved the embarrassing incident just now.Turning around, he did not forget to cast a fierce glance at the blond beauty just now, and muttered in a low voice, "You dead man usually has a good memory."

The blond beauty could only smile at her apologetically.

(I clearly remembered just now...)

Very light whisper.

Dorothy didn't answer, but that didn't mean she didn't care. She just lowered her head and stroked the enamel cup in her hand. Her black eyelashes trembled slightly, and she covered her emotions with drooping eyelids, without saying a word.

Although she has never used this kind of thing to drink tea in this kind of place for so many years, but anyway, it is the first time she can truly feel that the thing in her hand is really...

Very heavy.

Worse than a scythe that harvests human souls, she couldn't bear it.

With a sense of dizziness coming from my mind.

She doesn't like this feeling.

Are you a little tired... She shook her head in a daze for no reason.

But then she looked down at the jar in her hand, and she felt a lot better again.

There were times when she actually felt like a nasty child.

It's like she gave away the tea from the funeral home, but left behind that beautiful porcelain pot.It's like becoming a cheapskate, how bad...

But Liz said that what she likes should not be messed with, and she glanced down at the jar.

... She, she just wanted to keep it for her brother,

I don't have anything beautiful and it's not a gift from my brother...

So this killing will not be handed over to the party!

Dorothy looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention, she lowered her head and smiled easily, or rather it was a pale and forced smile.The girl sighed, and quietly withdrew her hand to touch her back, but what she touched was cold sweat...

It seemed that after she fell asleep, the world began to change violently and rapidly.

The author has something to say: Qiu collects the comments of the ball, the disease of the ball will be healed sooner, and the heart that maybe I can get a long comment is even more sad...

Anyway, if there are too many comments, I will update OTZ every day

I always feel that one day Dorothy will say such things to that man, and I will be finished