What is he angry about Mu Jin was stunned.
"Click."
The door of the office was opened, and a female assistant in a black skirt walked to the desk two or three meters away and stopped, looking at Mu Jiang with a black face and asking fearfully.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
He looked at the secretary, saw that the secretary's heart was numb, and after more than ten seconds, he put the picture frame in his hand on the desk and faced the secretary, and spoke in a cold voice.
"How can there be water on the frame?"
"Sir, I really don't know," the secretary explained in a panic, "We all know that you have always regarded this painting as a treasure, and we don't even dare to look at it, let alone get it on the water."
"So you're trying to tell me that this water comes out of itself."
He sneered, laughing so hard that his scalp tingled.
"Sir, I didn't mean that, I meant it was possible that the cleaner accidentally got wet while cleaning the office" "Call all the cleaners."
Although his voice was calm, his tone was full of bloodthirsty anger, and people did not even dare to plead.
The secretary had no choice but to obey, bowed in fear, and then turned to leave.
"Yes, sir, I'm going to call all the cleaners in the company."
"Wait" Just as the secretary was about to walk outside the door, Mu Jinjin's shrill voice suddenly came from under the desk.
Everyone present was shocked, and the frame in Joseny's hand accidentally fell to the ground, covering the floor with glass shards.
That's her voice Or his hallucinations His heart rate hovers between 0 and 100.
Either bottomless despair.
He told himself that it was just his hallucination.
Either it's boundless hope.
He told himself that it wasn't a hallucination, it was her real voice.
Mu Jinjin crawled out from under the table, stood up straight on the ground, patted his palm, which was actually clean, and then reached out and took off the moonlight hat and wig on his head and put it on the side of the desk, revealing his original appearance.
She brushed her long messy hair back of her head and spoke to the secretary who was stunned outside the door.
"You go down first" "Okay."
The secretary nodded a few moments, then left the office in amusement, and closed the door.
At this point, the two of them were the only ones left in the office.
The atmosphere is indescribably strange and ambiguous.
Mu Jinjin looked down at his expressionless handsome face and apologized to him like a child who had done something wrong.
"I'm sorry, but I soiled that painting, but you don't blame me if you have a lot of it, right?"
He looked up at her, and when he saw her mischievous familiar face, the softest part of his heart throbbed violently.
It hurts more than a pinprick in a pin.
Deeper than a knife cut.
She didn't die He also thought I thought she was like the white rose on the painting, drifting away with the wind and buried in the loess forever, leaving him alone to struggle and wander in place.
If that's the case.
Then he guessed that he would burn and crush all the loess in this world.
It's like he's going to burn down the entire Syrian theater tomorrow so that all the people there will bury her.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Before her words fell, he suddenly stood up, his iron arms imprisoned her waist, his long legs pressed her step by step against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and the domineering kiss explored all the breath that belonged to her. oshow7 t1706231537: