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The vacation period would soon end, and Qiao Lu De would need to go to work soon. Looking back at the events of the past few days, it could be described as a change in the world.

The moment Qiao Lu De pushed the door open and walked in, the suffocating smell of decorations assaulted his senses. A colleague who was behind asked curiously, "Why didn't you go in? have been shocked? "

"No, the smell is too strong. It's a little stinging." Qiao Lu De said as he frowned.

The colleague passed her and went in first. Then he turned to her and said, "It's okay. It's not very tasty."

Qiao Lu De ignored him and looked at the time. There was still time, he anxiously took the elevator back down, found a pharmacy nearby, bought a mask and went into the office.

When the manager, Old Yellow saw that most of Qiao Lu De's face was covered, he teased her and said, "Little Qiao really cherishes her body." He then pointed to the green plants in the corner and said, "I also know that after this decoration, formaldehyde won't leave. This special flower, bird, fish market will bring back these few big plants for you. With them, there's no need for a mask. "

Qiao Lu De sat in his own seat and looked around. She lowered his head to smell the table again, and couldn't help but grin at the stimulating smell that assaulted her nostrils. When she thought about how he would have to work in an office that emitted formaldehyde in the future, she suddenly had a feeling that he was going to die.

In a new environment, everyone seemed to work quite well. Qiao Lu De was in charge of contacting customers in the company and passed down matters to them. There was no designer or paperwork for him to work so hard for, but he was a bit more worried than they were.

She had just finished receiving the call and put it down when she suddenly felt her arm itch. She did not mind and used her hand to scratch it a few times. Then, she took the folder to look for her colleagues on the other side.

Xiao Le, his colleague, was in charge of advertising for a beauty salon. When the customer called him, he said that he was not very satisfied and asked him to do it again. Qiao Lu De placed the folder in front of her and said: "Xiao Le, let's do it again. The customers have all been turned down."

As he said this, his arm began to itch more and more, and a large area of his arm had already turned red from scratching.

Xiao Le's face was bitter as he stared at the folder: "Why do you have so many things to do in this house? "Sister Qiao, you know that I've redone three, but it still hasn't reached their satisfaction."

"Then do your best to satisfy them!" Qiao Lu De nodded his hand, "Customers first!"

Aiya, why is it getting more itchy? After Qiao Lu De finished scratching his arm, he also felt an itch on his neck.

Xiao Le raised his head to look at her, and asked with concern: "Big sister Qiao, what's wrong? Why is my face so red? It looks a little swollen. "

"Ah?" Is that so? "It can't be?" Qiao Lu De raised his hand to feel his face, and felt a bit of pain in his hands.

"Sis, is there a problem with your cosmetics?"

Qiao Lu De felt his throat tighten, his heart started to beat faster, she touched his chest and said: "No, I've always been using that brand, there's no problem."

His breathing was getting faster and faster, as if he was going to suffocate at any moment.

Xiao Le could tell that something was wrong, she immediately passed the water to her and asked worriedly: "Sis, are you alright? Why do I see you as allergic? "

Xiao Le's question garnered Qiao Lu De's attention. Looking carefully at himself, his skin was itchy and his breathing was short, wasn't this the same as real allergy? She scratched his head and thought, it's not that I'm allergic. How come I'm allergic?