Chapter 2118

"Dangdang -"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, and ran Bai knocked three times,

There was a cold and clear sound like ice and snow, just a simple and indifferent word: "enter."

Dyed white put one hand on the door handle, took the document in one hand and pushed the door in directly.

Sure enough,

The man was sitting at his desk. His beautiful fingers lazily supported his white forehead. His eyelashes were very long and long, just like butterfly wings perching. His side face was angular and handsome, and he buckled it on the black mouse with one hand.

"What's up?" Fu Jin asked coldly without even lifting her eyes.

Whether it is a wristwatch with a slight cold order buckled on the white wrist, a well-organized silver-white cuff, or a black-and-white simple cold tone office and a clean and self-discipline desk, it always shows a cold and alienated texture.

Such a young man does have the corresponding ability and aura to support this law firm.

Dyed white fingertips tapped on the desk twice, concise and comprehensive: "redo the document."

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Jin stopped slightly with his fingertips. He raised his eyes lazily, and his light and cold sight fell on the girl in front of him. It was like a cold and calm lake.

Fu Jin did not take the document first, but raised her white wrist, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and glanced carelessly at the time on the low luxury watch.

It's almost eleven o'clock at night.

The cold and noble man slowly raised his eyelashes and paused for two seconds. He threw his pure black pen on the table. The whole man leaned back lazily. He was evil and cold, showing an arrogant and oppressive atmosphere for no reason.

"Why are you still in the company?" he asked carelessly, as if he just mentioned it casually.

"The company doesn't stipulate when employees must get off work?" ran Bai picked her eyebrows and smiled. "Besides, aren't you there?"

"This is a redo file. I've sorted it out in advance. Have a look?" dyed white tapped the folder with her fingertips.

"Now, get off work." the slender and tall young man's face was expressionless. His broken dark hair was scattered on his forehead. His long eyelashes covered his cold eyes. His thin lips opened gently and could not hear any emotion. "I said to give it to me at 8 a.m. tomorrow."

Dyed white:?

Not even in advance?

What's the matter with this man?

As if he saw the direction of dyeing white, Fu Jin smiled gently. His white fingers were buckled on the black tie, lazily loosened the loose collar, slightly revealing half an arc, cold and beautiful porcelain white collarbone, thin lips hooked with a playful arc, and accidentally with a little ruffian, "not a minute in advance."

"Understand?" his voice was clean, low magnetic, clear and a little rambling. At the moment, the tail was light and lazy. It fell on people's ears, crisp and itchy, like a cat's claw scratching on people's heart.

"Which regulation of the company has this?" ran Bai asked plainly.

"I say there is." he looked at her with dark, narrow eyes, unfathomable and flat.

Handsome and precious young people have deep facial features, painted eyebrows, long eyelashes and high bridge of nose. They are the kind that can't be picked out by tens of millions of people.

But this kind of extreme beauty is with aggressive sharpness and soul stirring beauty, which makes people know that it is difficult to approach.

No wonder someone in the office would say that people like Fu Jin, who is extremely cold, should naturally stand on the altar and be regarded as the flower of kaolin. They can only look up, not blaspheme.

Any kind of slight offense on him is like an insult.