Because he had already decided in the main god space that his feelings for Feng Qing should be reserved, so this time Yu Chu didn't plan to go to him from the beginning.
It's better to finish the task first.
That rascal…
Yu Chu was silent for a while, and twisted the corners of the clothes with his fingers slightly, feeling a little tangled.
So decide. Leave him alone.
She also needs to take care of herself.
_
"President, this is the itinerary for next week."
On the top floor of the building, glass covers the entire space. Looking down from the front of the glass, there are tall buildings in the distance, and the whole city seems to be crawling under your feet.
The secretary bent down respectfully, put a document on the table, pressed the top of the document with his fingertips, and gently pushed it over.
There was a person standing in front of the glass, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head slightly.
He was wearing a white shirt with gold-rimmed buttons buttoned down to his slender neck. He wore a delicate watch on his white arm. His slender figure exuded a bit of aristocratic elegance and indifference.
A pair of obsidian-like eyes, slender eyelashes, delicate but cold facial features, under the straight bridge of the nose, the thin lips are extremely beautiful.
He casually put one hand in his trouser pocket, lit the delicate silver lighter with the other carelessly, then turned it off again, and said softly:
"Leave it alone."
The secretary withdrew his hand, bowed respectfully to him, and gently exited the top floor office.
Jun Yan's expression was calm, and he walked slowly to the dark desk, gently pressed his slender white fingers on the bottom of the document, glanced at the schedule with his downcast eyes, and narrowed his beautiful and indifferent eyes slightly.
He paused, slowly picked up the teacup from the side, took a sip, and put it down lightly.
The black pen twirled around between the white fingers, and the whole space was silent.
The eyelashes fell, covering the palpitating obsidian eyes of the young man. He sat quietly behind the desk, his delicate and indifferent facial features revealed a trace of coldness.
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The next day, when Yu Chu came to the building, he walked into the lounge and saw Su Mo.
Su Mo looked up and saw her, and was stunned for a moment, then smiled at her friendly, and asked in a low voice, "Chuchu, today's final, why did you come?"
The girls around who were putting on makeup all looked over with a vague look.
They didn't know that Su Mo had a background, so they secretly regarded Nan Chu as their strongest opponent.
Nan Chu made a mistake yesterday. In fact, these players were secretly happy, and they pretended to comfort him. In fact, they wanted to make Nan Chu's condition worse.
They were all inferior to Nan Chu, so they could only hope that Nan Chu had problems himself.
Most of these girls have never debuted, and their minds are relatively simple. None of them have experienced big storms, so they all feel that yesterday's mistakes are enough for ordinary people to be mentally weak for a long time.
Nan Chu arrived so late today, which is obviously a proof of bad spirits. The girls gloated a little. Seeing that Su Mo was the first to ask questions, they all looked at him as if nothing had happened.
The girl who walked in said indifferently: "What are you doing so early? The game hasn't started yet."
She replied with a flat face, and Su Mo, who was staring at her, was stunned.
Those girls who just listened with their ears could not help but look back.
In their line of sight, the girl with outstanding looks was just carrying a bag, walked past several makeup artists, sat alone in front of her own mirror, and put down the bag.
The players looked at each other in surprise.
Su Mo's face was also a little ugly.