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Chapter 95 Yellow peach and boy (1)

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    The interview with Huarui Technology was scheduled at ten o'clock the next day.

    ? At the beginning of the warm sun, the twilight passed through the clean clouds and fell on the wet asphalt road. There was a fresh smell in the air after the rain.

    Shi Manman dangled under the mango tree, holding a box of milk at his fingertips.

    This is what Gu Ning stuffed into her arms this morning.

    It's also hard for Gu Ning to remember that she got up from the interview today, and then picked and picked out a box of yellow peach and oatmeal milk from the refrigerator. It seemed that this taste was more conducive to promoting thinking.

    Sometimes lemon slices are always weird.

    But in the end, Miss Shi did not refuse this yellow peach oat milk that was good for thinking.

    After all, Gu Ning looked at her eagerly.

    If she didn't pick it up, Shi Manman was a little suspicious that the sleepy-eyed Lemon Slice would do something to her regardless of the base makeup she had just put on.

    The feeling of being kneaded like a big dough is still fresh in Shiman's memory.

    The luxurious and low-key black Cadillac is parked on the asphalt road, just in front of a thick green mango tree, so the breeze blows, and a soft sound can be heard.

    The secretary raised his eyes and happened to see that figure.

    Too tall, wearing a dress, with chiffon tulle under the curved neckline of the shirt, revealing a white and delicate collarbone.  The black dress showed a sense of solemnity, a pair of legs that were also too slender were exposed, and the skin was better than snow.

    Eyebrows are bright, but a little cold. When you look at people, you will feel as if you have seen the first snow in winter, and you will have an impression spontaneously.

    However, it's a bit strange that in such a dress, she holds a carton of milk in her hand.

    On the contrary, it showed a bit of cuteness.

    "Miss Shi."

    After looking at her for just a moment, the secretary raised the glasses with gold rims with his fingertips, then got out of the car and opened the door for her.

    Shi Manman let out a "huh" and then said thank you.

    The tip of the tongue is also full of rich yellow peach fruit and milk taste, which is not easy to open.

    Shi Jian raised her eyes from the page, and glanced at her lightly.

    "looking at what?"

    Shi Manman raised his eyebrows.

    After getting in the car, she expressed full curiosity about the document Shi Jian was looking at.

    Ever since she found out that her boyfriend is also the CEO of Sinovel Technology, Shi Manman said that there seemed to be many reasons for going through the back door.

    Shi Jian couldn't help laughing, "Don't do this."

    "I didn't do anything."

    Shi Manman felt baffled.

    The color of Shi Jian's eyes darkened, she finally sighed, and stretched out her fair and slender fingers.

    Possibly there was some misunderstanding in such an action, Shi Manman was slightly taken aback.

    Shi Jian pressed her fingertips on the corner of her mouth, wiping off a little milk stain.

    "Don't be so anxious." He said in a low voice with a slight smile, "I won't steal your milk."

    "You said it as if you had never done such a thing."

    Shi Manman questioned the credibility of these words.

    Shi Jian said that she didn't remember, and there was some confusion in her eyes.

    She was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him.

    It's a little hot on the face.

    Did not speak.

    "Anyway, there are."

    When Shi Manman finally said this, he lowered his eyes, unable to see any emotion.

    When they were together before, Shi Jian liked to talk to her very much.

    The main reason is that the voice is slightly low, and then it seems that even the meaning of the words seems to be gentle.

    I don't remember exactly when I developed the habit.

    Perhaps it was the summer when I was eighteen.

    He asked her for a present.

    She lowered her eyes and said nothing.

    Then the warm and cool lips were printed.

    That was the memory of when I was eighteen years old.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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