"What are you doing! Don't you see so many wounded people? The zombies outside are about to kill us, and you are still waiting here to die! Hurry up and find a place to hide with me! Let me go!!!"
Fang Ming looked at the law enforcement officers walking towards him with batons and gloomy faces, and could only wish them good luck.
It seems that if the situation continues to deteriorate, it will be difficult to maintain order in the safe zone. After all, even the law enforcement team has to go to the front line to withstand the pressure, and the restraint on the survivors will be greatly reduced.
After sending Heiyu and A'erqi out to play, Fang Ming walked leisurely into the office building.
Every office worker who was walking between the first and fourth floors had dark circles under their eyes. They were in a hurry, holding piles of documents in their hands, and almost bumped into Fang Ming's arms several times.
"Fifth floor...the minister's office..."
Boom boom boom!
"Please come in." A calm and steady female voice came from inside.
The door slowly opened, but there was no one outside, as if the door was just opened by a gust of wind.
Lin Ruolan sat solemnly at his desk, his exquisite suit neatly groomed without a single wrinkle, his long hair tied behind his back, and he carefully studied the documents in his hands.
One second, two seconds...
She raised her head and looked at the open door, frowning slightly in thought.
After a moment, she called softly, "Lin Yi."
The secretary hurried over and said, "Minister, I just went to get the documents. What do you want me to do?"
"I need to rest for a while. Don't let anyone disturb me for half an hour. Close the door."
The secretary was a little surprised, but she nodded obediently, closed the door and went out.
Lin Ruolan stood up and walked to the tea table, boiled water, and brewed tea. Her posture and behavior were meticulous and her techniques were very professional, just like a beautiful tea artist who specialized in this field.
The dark red water flows down the spout of the purple clay teapot into the teacup, and wisps of hot steam rise up, accompanied by a burst of tea fragrance.
"Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao, Mr. Fang, please try it."
The beautiful tea artist was polite and courteous to the air, waiting for a response.
There was an awkward silence in the air, as if every moment was a beautiful pantomime.
Lin Ruolan's expression remained calm and dignified. He lifted the teacup to his lips and took a sip.
Two teacups were placed on the tea tray, one full and one half empty.
Lin Ruolan silently recited in his heart: One, three...
The half-empty teacup floated up out of thin air, and the man's figure gradually appeared beside her, looking at the teacup in his hand.
"What will you do if I don't speak?"
Lin Ruolan picked up the full teacup and said, "I will drink both cups of tea awkwardly, and then treat it as a wonderful misunderstanding."
"I really want to see you embarrassed." Fang Ming drank half a cup of tea and commented, "High-end tea is different. It has a strange floral fragrance."
"The scent of violets." Lin Ruolan rinsed the teacup with clean water and continued to brew tea. "The smell of my lipstick today."
Fang Ming looked at her in surprise as she was brewing tea seriously, and said this calmly, "So if you want to be a big shot, you have to be thick-skinned. You don't seem to care about these details."
Lin Ruolan handed over the tea and said, "If these little actions can make Mr. Fang happy, my personal resistance will seem insignificant."
"This morning, three defense lines were attacked by mutant creatures. The fog-like monsters that appeared on the west and north sides caused very serious casualties. In the end, the military could only destroy those two positions with missiles."
"A flock of mutant birds approaching the safe zone attacked but were defeated by mysterious black tentacles. Some survivors saw a mysterious man flying away on a sword."
Lin Ruolan looked at Fang Ming sincerely, "Mr. Fang, on behalf of all the survivors in the safe zone, I would like to thank you for your help."
Fang Ming leaned back on the sofa and said, "No thanks. I hate people flattering me."
Lin Ruolan sighed, picked up the teacup, leaned over and brought it to Fang Ming's mouth, and gently poured it over.
Fang Ming looked at Lin Ruolan's slender white hands holding the teacup, the delicate and soft texture of the suit on her wrist, and her calm and flawless face becoming clearer and clearer.
“This cup of tea is a token of my gratitude.”
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