Spoil the Great Lady

Hearing He Nian's words, Wang Meng waved his hand, "It's okay, girl, just sit there and play, I think I might as well!"

"no."

Wang Meng said, "Why? I swear I will never disturb you!"

But already interrupted, He Nian sighed: "I'm a little nervous."

Wang Meng: "..."

Yacht butterfly!

He Nian is wearing a white shirt and dark gray pants today. The hem of the shirt is tucked into the pants. His legs look straight and slender. The wide, thick-soled glasses cover the frost on the bottom of his eyes. The glasses can hardly conceal their cold color.

She is clearly sitting there like the group of people outside, with her plain white hands on the keyboard, and she always squints slightly when she looks at people. There is no half expression on the delicate face, which makes people feel like a glance. A chill suddenly rose.

This kind of person doesn't need much language, just a faint glance at you will make people afraid to approach, which is one of the reasons why most alumni stay away.

However, someone like Wang Meng who was familiar with the nerves didn't realize this at all, and she found another problem at this time.

"Hey, He Xiaonian, you took off your glasses!" Wang Meng leaned forward and stretched out his hand as he said.

He Nian raised his body and turned his head slightly, avoiding her claws, and his voice was almost helpless: "Anti-radiation."

"What?" Wang Meng was still immersed in He Nian's extremely fast speed. How could there be such a fast speed? She felt that she was dazzled. Damn, she should buy glasses and wear them.

"Nothing." He Nian glanced at her.

Wang Meng came back to his senses, and then he had a black line on his face, and his brain slowly realized that the glasses were radiation-proof, and yes, how could a net editor not wear glasses.

But the new colleague seemed quite shy... Wang Meng made the first impression on Miss He.

The goddess He who was stamped with a "shy" poke looked to the sky.

Speaking of Wang Meng's recent headaches from a classical NPC character, he had no inspiration at all. The moment he saw his new colleague, his inspiration flashed, and then he secretly made a bad idea.

The people on the 48th floor have been harmed by her. Someday when the game is released, the people on the 48th floor see which NPC in the game is doing something unscrupulous with a face like their own. It will feel strange.

At first, someone clamored, "Sister Meng, why do you put my face on that NPC!"

"What happened to that NPC?" Wang Meng was puzzled.

"That NPC has been chasing the ducks and running in circles, don't you think it's stupid!"

"Just like you look like this, do you still want to be the first beautiful man in Chang'an?"

"What about me, do I look a lot like that wretched village chief?"

"You are not as handsome as the village chief, but you have grown a wretched heart."

"..."

Everyone: What she said is so reasonable and we are speechless.

He Nian knew Wang Meng's careful thoughts a long time ago. As early as when she first entered the 48th floor, the fat 48th floor manager told her that the entire floor had been harmed by Wang Meng.

Pushing down the glasses, she picked up the porcelain cup by the table and got up and walked out. Her hair was swollen with a lot of data these days, but she hasn't sorted out half of the data. Now she has a lot of data when she closes her eyes. Shake in front of your eyes.

Headache.

"Wait for me, I happened to be thirsty." Wang Meng saw He Nian go out, and he picked up a glass by the table and pushed on high heels to catch up with her at a speed that didn't match the shoes.

"Hey, your legs are really long, how are they?" In the lounge, Wang Meng leaned against the door and looked at He Nian who was making tea with her long legs.

Sure enough, people are more angry than people.

Wang Meng is actually not short, 166, plus a pair of high heels, it has reached 170, but standing beside her like this is a little shorter than her.

He Nian put the water in, closed the lid, raised his foot and walked out, slowly replied: "Born."

Wang Meng, "..."

She wants to apply for another studio.

Looking at those long and straight legs, Wang Meng said that she wanted it too.

She whispered bitterly, and when she followed He Nian out of the lounge, her teeth were biting on the rim of the cup, but her eyes stayed true to the long legs, but she looked at the manager on the 48th floor unexpectedly.

The slightly fat and smiling manager was taking a woman around the floor.

The always meticulous manager, half a step behind the extravagant woman, introduced each branch to her one by one with a smile.

Seeing this, Wang Meng squinted his eyes and murmured when they were far away, "Damn! When did this young lady take care of this floor? He Xiaonian, look for that woman's face, you are in this building Don't mess with two people, one is the lady just now, and the other is Chu Boss."

He Nian nodded slightly. She remembered this person and met Assistant Chen in the elevator when she first came for an interview.

She has never been good at remembering people, but this woman remembered at a glance that her noble temperament was too special.

After Lin Sihan left, the 48th floor resumed its normal track.

"He Xiaonian, do you know that eldest lady just now? She is the first lady in the capital. She came out of the military district compound, and her parents are both high-ranking officials," Wang Meng wentssiping and mysteriously said to He Nian when she returned to the office. "And it has a lot to do with Chu Boss."

He Nian took a sip of tea lightly and let out an "Oh" with lack of interest.

Regardless of what he thought of the reaction, Wang Meng still envied himself, "The first lady in Beijing, beautiful, temperament, and high-achieving student, talented and beautiful, the key is a great background, the ultimate goal of the young master of the city. "

"But we can't envy such a perfect person." Wang Meng sighed, and said in a gloomy tone, "It's a shame to look at the age of my parents."

For this kind of people, they can only look up and look up, and they don't even have the strength to be jealous, because the gap is too big.

"Are you envious?" He Nian rummaged through the table with a pile of materials.

Wang Meng snorted unclearly, "Fuck you! My old lady has the right to be envied!"

"Then stop talking, work hard, and make progress every day."

In this world, there are people who seek fame, some who value profit, some who value power, some who value affection, and some who admire freedom. Therefore, some people live very tiredly, while others live more free and easy lives.

"But what do you think those celebrities and daughters think, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all proficient, don't you just study every day?" Wang Meng felt his chin for a while, but he didn't understand.

He Nian raised his head and said slowly: "Don't you know there is something... called a genius?"

Wang Meng: "..."

wipe! Change the studio, you must change! Who told her that the newcomer is better to molest? This is obviously the rookie molesting her!

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Tomorrow the male gods and goddesses will meet officially.

He Nian: "=_="

Chu boss: ⊙▽⊙

He Nian: "=_="

Chu boss: ⊙﹏⊙

He Nian: "=_="

Chu boss, "≡ω≡"