Chapter 613

Yu Xiaoyi pulls open the cupboard. The whole cupboard is full of clothes now. Yu Xiaoxiao reached out, white fingers slipped on the hanger one by one, took several pieces to match on the body, but silently put them back again.

In the end, it took a long time to pick one.

She quickly washed and dressed, stood in front of the large landing mirror not far away, looked left and right. Blue and white striped plaid shirt, light army green shorts, um Very earth.

Yu Xiaoxiao looked at it and smiled. He picked up the comb on the dressing table and smoothed his messy hair. I'm dressed in such a rustic manner. I don't know what kind of reaction Qi Qingfeng will see? Yu Xiaoxiao's momentary brain fills Qi Qingfeng's shocked expression that may appear after he bumps into him.

The more you think about it, the more you can't help laughing.

Yu Xiaoxiao put down her comb, picked up the bag on one side, bent her lips and walked out of the door, but didn't notice the way she just smiled. With this slightly "immature" dress, she was particularly green and beautiful.

After breakfast, Yu Xiaoxiao arrived at the company on time. He walked all the way and got a lot of attention. Yu Xiaoxiao doesn't care, just runs to his office.

"Squeak" of a, push open thick glass door, spacious office already had somebody early arrived. Yu Xiaoxiao approached, whispered to her early and went to her cubicle.

Ben is looking down at the woman who didn't deal with the manuscript yesterday. When she heard Yu Xiaoxiao's voice, she looked up, but only saw her back. She held up her glasses, shook the hands of those around her, and asked, "just now Is it Anne's writer? Am I right? "

"Yes, she is. What's the matter? " The people on the side didn't even raise their heads. The voice of Annie's writer was very clean and special, which could be distinguished by listening.

The woman gave a light sound, a pause, and a sound of turning pages came from her hands. A word floated out softly, "I just feel This is a strange dress she is wearing today. She used to be different. "

Yu Xiaoxiao, who was disliked by others, didn't pay attention to it. He was wearing a mask and checking the unfinished manuscript repeatedly. He didn't know how long he felt thirsty, so he decided to pour some water.

Reach out and hold the tea cup quietly placed in the corner of the table, get up and push the chair, leaving a distance just suitable for you to bypass.

She walked past a group of colleagues' cubicles and walked to the door. Turn left when you leave the door. It's the rest room specially set up for employees in the company. The heavy glass with frosted film blocks her thin figure from the office, and also cuts off some gradually unfriendly voices.

Another woman in the office saw Yu Xiaoxiao go out and couldn't help putting down her pen. She raised her head to the person beside her and said softly with a smile, "Hey, did you see that Annie's clothes just now?"

"What's the matter?" The long haired woman who was accosted heard the words and blinked. Her eyes gradually moved away from the bright computer screen and turned to the people beside her. She reached out and took off the black glasses on the bridge of her nose, rubbing them wearily. "Where's her dress that you can't stand?"

"Cut, where it is, her body, up and down all feel very rustic. It's a real costume. It's the name of a foreigner who has got a decent English name. But look at what she's wearing! " When the woman heard the words, she glanced at the direction of the door outside disdain. The hand painted with some of the newest nail polish in Europe and America was impatiently located on the table, making a clear noise.

She closed her eyes and slowly added: "a plaid shirt with white and sky blue stripes, some embroidery patterns of cartoon animals on it, light army green shorts She thought she was still at school? It's so childish. "

The woman said, paused, and added, "it's earthy and childish."

"Ha, that's a little true. But after all, they are writers, and now they are the appointed writers. Maybe This is the style of others? You know, the ideas of creators are very unique. " The woman with long hair smiled and looked at the closed door involuntarily. When she saw a figure coming slowly, she raised her eyebrows to the woman beside her and motioned to stop talking.

If a woman wants to blurt out, she is stuck in her throat by this sudden reminder.

Then a light army green came into her eyes.

Yu Xiaoxiao made himself a cup of coffee. The strong aroma of coffee spread in the whole office. She walked all the way to her desk with a cup in her hand, glanced around casually, but didn't want to look at the slightly surprised eyes that her colleagues threw at her.

What's the matter? Is it the strong smell of coffee that bothers them?

Yu Xiaoxiao sips her lips and thinks, then denies her idea. She glanced at it in a hurry and saw several people with coffee cups on their desks. Well... What's the reason?

"Cough." Xu's colleagues also realized that their eyes were too deliberately on Yu Xiaoxiao, and they coughed a few times in succession to cover it up. Then they bowed their heads and pretended to be very busy and dealt with the things in their hands.

Yu Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, and stepped out again in the direction of his office area. A large piece of transparent glass in front of her just reflects most of her figure. The shirt with blue and white stripes and the shorts with light military green make her slim figure more spiritual.

Apart from, and the office of those women's mature style, a little out of line.

She looked, crooked mouth, reflecting the shimmering eyes slightly narrowed, curved into a crescent. Open the glass door of the compartment and close it. It doesn't matter to sit down, open the document closed before leaving, take a sip of coffee cup, and put the cup aside, so I picked up the pen.

Although the novel and the script are from the same family, they are also very different, which also requires Yu Xiaoxiao to treat them more attentively than before. She has been studying the changes, lines and scenes repeatedly for more than half an hour, but she is stuck there and can't continue.

Yu Xiaoxiao sighed deeply and felt a deep sense of frustration. She couldn't help lowering her head and smashing it powerlessly on the desk.

The brain is blank.

At this time, a pure black car is very low-key slowly parked in the company's side door. A pair of pure hand-made black leather shoes was settled. Qi Qingfeng raised his hand and pulled the tie tightly tied at the neckline. He walked quickly towards the internal passage dedicated to the company's senior management.