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The spring rain is as thin as silk, and the spring thunder rings in my ears.
After several days of continuous rain, the bustling streets in the past became deserted, and the shady trees planted on both sides of the road looked depressed and listless.
The thick water vapor blurred the vision, the sun was nearsighted seriously, the foggy glasses were useless, and I walked awkwardly in the heavy rain with an old umbrella.
At the gate of the museum, colleagues who arrived early by bus are watching his embarrassing situation with great interest.
Taiyang Fan Chen's clothes are very eye-catching in the glamorous crowd, standing quietly, trying on glasses, waiting for the leader to come and take them into the museum.
The dripping umbrella accidentally hit someone, or someone else hit his umbrella. Under the conditioned reflex, he repeatedly bowed and said sorry, leaning against the wall.
"Oh, isn't this the big sun of our newspaper? Is really real, nice to meet you ... "
The poor face of that arrogant scoundrel really insulted his famous brand. Feifei, the boss's only son, made trouble for the newspaper a few days after she parachuted in.
Don't want to cause trouble, the sun smiled and said hello, turned and stood far away and stopped him. "Why are you so strange? All my colleagues have the opportunity to have a good talk. "
hard to come by ...
Call me if you have any questions.