"Brother Wei, your inspiration is flowing like a spring!"
Without turning his head, Wei Ye typed away on the keyboard, saying with a hint of self-deprecation, "I write fast, and I forget fast too. My thoughts flow like a spring, but what flows out is all tears."
Bird joked, "Hey, Wei, are you going to write 'Les Misérables'?"
Wei sighed, but a smile appeared on his lips: "You know what, it really does have that feel to it."
On Tuesdays and Wednesdays, Lin Xiao goes to the library in the morning and then sneaks Bai Youyou to the third canteen for lunch. So far, no one from dormitory 808 has caught them.
Mainly because they are all lazy.
I'm too lazy to eat at the third canteen.
Thursday has arrived in the blink of an eye.
The customer made an appointment between 12 noon and 2 pm.
Lin Xiao arrived at Tianqi Medical Technology Co., Ltd. five minutes early.
The office building corridors were quiet and clean.
Several abstract paintings hung on the wall, exuding a cold and austere atmosphere.
Gu Chen is a young assistant of medium height with regular and clean features and a calm and reserved temperament.
He led Lin Xiao ahead, his steps steady but somewhat nervous.
He would occasionally steal glances at Lin Xiao, thinking to himself: He does look somewhat like Young Master Feng Qi, but can he really help President Song?
Hopefully he won't cause any trouble.
Knock knock knock—
Gu Chen stopped in front of the general manager's office and knocked three times.
"Come in." A deep, gentle voice came from inside.
Gu Chen pushed open the door, stepped aside, and let Lin Xiao in.
Lin Xiao nodded slightly to him.
Gu Chen raised his eyes and glanced at the beautiful woman sitting inside. A hint of worry flashed in his eyes, but he quickly lowered his gaze, respectfully withdrew, and gently closed the door behind him.
"President Qing." Lin Xiao looked at Song Qingliu and greeted her with a smile.
Song Qingliu wore a dark green haute couture dress, with long, flowing black hair and a pair of emerald earrings.
She has fair skin and a beautiful face, with a cool and elegant demeanor.
She looked up from the documents at Lin Xiao, her almond-shaped eyes brightening, but her tone was somewhat cold: "Sit."
Lin Xiao did as instructed, sat down on the sofa, and put down his backpack.
Song Qingliu smiled faintly and asked, "Have you had lunch yet?"
Lin Xiao smiled slightly, his tone relaxed yet polite: "Not yet, I'm saving my appetite for President Qing's hospitality."
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