contract relationship

An Tong's chin rested on the tea table, and when he was talking, his head moved, and the lock of hair on the top of his head shook accordingly.

catchy eye.

Fan Shuojing looked at it twice uncontrollably, and finally stretched out his hand unbearably, and pressed his fingertips on An Tong's forehead, very coldly: "Eat, don't talk."

An Tong was frustrated, sat up straight again, and sucked the milk tea.

Half a minute later, Fan Shuojing asked An Tong for another cup of milk tea as she asked for another topic.

An Tong glanced at the milk tea cup, and after looking away, he said nonchalantly, "You take it yourself."

The milk tea was placed by An Tong's hand, and she could pass it by raising her hand, but she just didn't move and didn't touch the milk tea.

It's a gesture of anger.

Fan Shuo was heartbroken, feeling that getting along with the children was a bit difficult.

I haven't met anyone who is wayward in front of her for many years.The people you meet at work don't talk about feelings, and everyone tries to maximize their own interests, which is very realistic.Those people I know in private, even if they act like a baby, they have a sense of propriety, they hold the upper limit, and they will never overdo it for fear of making her unhappy.

The only good friends are Luan Man and Huo Xin. The former is rational, while the latter is free and easy.

In the end, when he met An Tong, he acted as he wanted without any sense of propriety.She is a spoiled little girl who is not afraid of pulling out a tiger's beard and doesn't know the so-called "boundary" at all.

Fan Shuojing sighed secretly, and found a step for herself: "Bring me the milk tea, and allow you to ask a question."

An Tong put down the cup in his hand, raised his hand, but turned in mid-air, pulled a piece of pizza and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fan Shuojing: "..."

An Tong was serious: "I can't talk while eating, so what are you asking?"

If anger could have a solid shape, Fan Shuojing would already be smoking from all seven orifices.

I don't understand, how can there be such a stubborn person?

Can you distinguish your identity?

Fan Shuojing was very upset after the meal, so she pushed the bowl and got up, and asked An Tong to follow her to the study.

An Tong chewed a mouthful of pizza and refused vaguely: "I'm not full yet."

"I'm stuffed."

An Tong lowered his head to look at the porridge bowl on the opposite side, and only put down half a fingertip.The side dish moved two chopsticks, but the shape of the dish did not change much, as if it hadn't been eaten.

This is what cats eat, no wonder they are so thin.

The two argued for a few words on whether to eat more or less, and suddenly Fan Shuojing assumed the attitude of a benefactor, An Tong immediately silenced.

Like a wilted little flower, dejectedly, muttering and standing up reluctantly.

He also took a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fan Shuojing was angry and funny, threw the tablet to An Tong, and asked An Tong to print out the documents inside.

Work overtime that night.Because An Tong didn't wake up Fan Shuojing in time, a lot of work piled up, and Fan Shuojing had to finish it when he was in good spirits.

An Tong stood next to the printer, watching the machine spit out paper with his head up, feeling extremely bored.

The question I wanted to ask was spinning in my head, over and over again, before I could say it, I imagined countless answers by myself.

An Tong found that he was suddenly cowardly.

Simply not her style.

It's boring.

In the third wave of printing, An Tong was so bored that his hair was about to grow, he chatted with Fan Shuojing: "Why don't you just read it on the tablet."

"No reason."

I can't talk at all...

An Tong was quiet for 2 minutes, and continued to wait for the documents to be printed, took out one and took one, and yelled halfway through.

Fan Shuojing's pen stopped, and she frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

An Tong was holding the printing paper, lying on the printer and poking around. He was in a hurry, and his voice was anxious: "How do you stop? There is no color!"

Fan Shuojing got up: "...what do you mean no color?"

An Tong showed Fan Shuojing the printed paper. Starting from the upper half, the color of the handwriting became very light, and the latter was almost white.

"That's out of ink. Haven't you ever used a printer?"

An Tong shook his head.

Fan Shuojing paused printing, took a spare ink cartridge from the cabinet, and taught An Tong to change it.

The home printer is quite convenient, so Fan Shuojing closed the lid and went back to look at the documents.

An Tong stopped holding his head this time, and stood next to the printer, taking a look at every piece of paper that came out.

Fan Shuojing looked at An Tong, and asked after a while, "You don't need a printer in college? What about the materials before the exam?"

An Tong and Fan Shuojing looked at each other, and there was a few seconds of silence.

Fan Shuojing sighed: "Or is it that the school doesn't test like this anymore?"

An Tong glanced at the floor and the wall, turned around and looked at Fan Shuojing again: "I haven't read it for a long time... It was all materials given to me by my classmates before, but I dropped out of school later."

Fan Shuojing felt weird.But An Tong's words are fine.

"Doesn't it work with office software?"

An Tong hurriedly defended: "This is possible!"

An Tong leaned forward eagerly: "What are you going to do? I can type very fast!"

Fan Shuojing shook her head: "I don't need it for now. After printing, it's nothing to do with you."

But An Tong didn't go out either.

There is a small sofa in the study, leaning against the wall, opposite the desk.An Tong sat on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, glanced at the screen and looked at Fan Shuojing once.

Seeing that Fan Shuojing didn't intend to drive her out, An Tong changed from sitting to leaning, then lying down, and finally lying on the sofa.

very relaxing.

In Fan Shuojing's peripheral vision, there was a small white foot dangling here and there, with round toenails and thin ankle.

Also thanks to the sufficient heating at home, bare feet will not be cold.

The only thing is, it's too distracting.

Work efficiency is low.

After midnight, Fan Shuojing got up to drink water.

An Tong rubbed his eyes and yawned: "Have you not finished yet?"

Fan Shuojing moved her stiff neck and shoulders, and said casually, "No."

"How many jobs are there... Is the president so hard?"

Fan Shuojing laughed, took a sip of water, and simply walked towards the sofa.

An Tong was sleepy and confused, his head was in a mess, and he moved aside obediently to make room for Fan Shuojing.

The two stood side by side.

An Tong realized it later, and asked Fan Shuojing: "Are you not working?"

"rest for a bit."

"Oh."

Fan Shuojing: "What else do you want to ask?"

An Tong's heart jumped half a beat following these words, and he became sober in an instant, and he couldn't tell whether he was frightened or excited.

In short, the emotions were lit up at once.

I stayed up until midnight, whether it was as a printing assistant or as a company when I was bored, I thought that this night would pass like this, and I didn't have a chance to speak.

She was about to be defeated by the counselor in her heart.

I'm trying to forget what I wanted to ask.

An Tong hasn't adjusted his emotions yet.

Fan Shuojing casually said: "Managing a group's affairs is very complicated, and I have to be responsible for both big and small. I don't have an assistant now, so I have to do many things by myself. The ones shown on TV are just for fun. "

An Tong: "Huh?"

Fan Shuojing said again: "What else did you ask? Print the document?"

An Tong was a little speechless.

It turns out that these "problems"...

Not the one that was left unfinished at meal time.

Disappointing.

An Tong listened boredly, and answered "Oh" indiscriminately, which was considered a conversation.

Fan Shuojing was silent for a while, and the voice behind her was a little low: "I'm not good at concentrating. It's hard to concentrate when looking at electronic products. You have to look at paper."

And this defect?

An Tong's thoughts were pulled back, and she was extremely shocked: "Why?"

"Insomnia."

An Tong looked at Fan Shuojing sympathetically, and sincerely said, "It's too miserable..."

After a pause, An Tong also asked seriously: "So can't fall asleep will hurt the brain?"

Although Fan Shuojing didn't want to admit this statement, An Tong was actually right.

Distraction is the most intuitive manifestation.Fan Shuojing had a small accident last time when she drove late at night, and she rarely drove by herself afterward.

When I went to Liao Sheng's place to pick up An Tong that night, she broke out in a cold sweat, her nerves stretched all the way, and she lost control of her headache before she came back.

Speaking of which, I don't know what An Tong brought to Fan Shuojing.

With An Tong by her side, it was rare for Fan Shuojing to sleep soundly, and she could also drink a few mouthfuls of rice porridge, making her feel a little more relaxed.

But after getting to know An Tong, the probability of Fan Shuojing taking painkillers is much higher, and the number of times she gets angry and loses control also increases.

Completely contradictory existence.

An Tong was still thinking: "Then shouldn't you sleep well? It's so late now, if you don't lie down, sleep will definitely not come to you!"

Fan Shuojing: "If you wake me up earlier, I can lie down and cultivate sleep now."

Feeling guilty, An Tong changed his mind immediately, and pushed Fan Shuo to calm down: "Then hurry up and work! You can go to sleep when you're done!"

Fan Shuojing hid An Tong's hand and stood up, but turned around and stood in front of An Tong.

One high and one low, looking at each other.

Fan Shuojing: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

An Tong shook his head again and again: "It's gone, it's gone, go and read your files!"

Fan Shuojing didn't move, she pursed her lips lightly: "What do you want to ask me during dinner?"

look at each other.

There is still a chance...

Fan Shuojing must have noticed it too, the change in the atmosphere at that moment was different from usual.

So she is still thinking about it.

An Tong sat cross-legged on the sofa, raised his head, and said slowly: "You..."

"what?"

"Is your hot search real?"

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The author has something to say: try this typesetting format.

Compared with before, which one is more pleasing to the eye?