The morning sunshine was warm, but no one was willing to stand under the sunshine and enjoy this warmth.
One by one, the well-dressed white-collar workers " rushed into the tall, gloomy building." A short and fat man with a wretched look squeezed out before the elevator door was closed.
He complained in his heart that the building designer's head might be full of shit, otherwise, how could there be only four small elevator on this 40-story office building?
He held a pot of Via tea in one hand and patted it on the plaid shirt with the other.
The fat on his arms and belly swung, looking innocent and naive.
His name was Han Feng, and he was an ordinary employee of a small company in this office building.
Like most people, he worked so hard every day, but with a nearly insufficient salary.
Despite this, such days still went on.
I shook the only half of the can of Spirit-raising Tea in my hand, and the other half of it was deliberately sprinkled on the suit of "dude" in front of me in the elevator.
When he entered the door, he stepped on his feet without apologizing.
This made me sigh with emotion about his low quality!
"It's a pity that brother makes me tea!" Han Feng muttered, but his eyes were staring at a narrow mini skirt not far in front of him.
He admitted that he was a little relaxed because of the swaying.
His silky black shoulder-length hair, and a small green-gray suit that was waist-length exposed the white silk shirt.
Through the shirt, one could faintly see the soft and white waist.
Under the mini skirt, the skin color stockings decorated his long and slender legs well.
Han Feng suddenly felt itchy in his hand.
Without looking, he knew that the person in front of him was Xu Lu.
Xu Lulan was Han Feng's colleague, and there were only a dozen people in the small company where he worked.
It was difficult to have such a beautiful woman.
Of course, what was more important was that the woman was generous.
She was so generous that she wouldn't get angry even if she touched her hand.
As a standard wretched man, his current goal was to strive to take the position of the director, and then he could enjoy a luxurious life that "nothing goes wrong and nothing goes wrong".
Han Feng finished the tea in his hand and threw away the pot.
He stretched out his right index finger and touched the bridge of his sharp nose.
Then a wicked smile appeared on his face.
He stepped forward and slapped on the shaking mini skirt.
The feeling was somewhat different from before.
However, he still laughed and said, "Yo, dewy, have you changed the skirt?
Why are you so..." Before he could finish his sentence, he swallowed the words back.
Because the person in front of him who turned his head to glare at him was a foreign and beautiful face.
"What are you doing?" The woman was charming and cold, and her cold eyes made Han Feng feel cold.
"Sorry, I got the wrong person." Han Feng admitted that he made a small mistake, but he didn't dare to touch the strange big girl casually.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." After a few apologies in a row, Han Feng ran away and quickly entered his office.
Walking into the office, he saw Xu Lulan, the woman, holding her head with both hands, placing half of the country in front of her on the working table, which was just presented in front of him.
Seeing this, Han Feng forgot the embarrassment outside.
He looked at Xu Lulan with a smile and used his eyes to draw oil.
Xu Lulu gave him an angry stare and said, "Madman Han, what are you looking at?" Maniac was Han Feng's nickname, which was made by his colleagues according to his name and style.
Han Feng smiled and looked around and saw only two people in the office.
So he went to Xu Lu's desk cheekily and touched the tip of his nose.
He stared at her with his sparkling eyes and said, "Lulu, I'll invite you to dinner tonight.
What do you think?" He looked like a hungry wolf.

"A French feast?" Xu Lulan said angrily, "Your meager salary is not enough to pay the bill, is it?" "Don't be like this.
We can eat food at food stalls!" Han Feng smiled obscenely.
"I know you're not the kind of person who covets vanity." "Come on, don't wear a hat for me." Obviously, Xu Lulu didn't buy it.
She looked back at Han Feng, and then said with a serious look, "Maybe another day, another day..." Han Feng heard that there was actually hope.
He smiled and looked at Xu Lulu's figure.
"Lulu, in fact, I have been thinking, are you really a fake..." Then he pointed to the front of Xu Lulu.
"Cough cough..." Two coughs came from Han Feng's back.
Han Feng quickly turned around.
He saw the woman who was teased by him just now standing behind him and staring at him coldly.
He thought in his heart, "Shit.
I thought I could run away, but she came to me." "You're Han Feng, right?" The woman asked coldly.
Han Feng was overjoyed and wondered why the beauty knew his name.
"Why does she know my name?
Is it because her performance is so well-known that even people from other companies know about it?
Although Han Feng is not very beautiful, his sales performance is extraordinary.
Among the company's dozen or so people, he alone accounts for almost a third of the company's performance." Just as Han Feng was about to become complacent, the woman continued, "In consideration of your personal style, you've been fired.
You can disappear from my sight now.
I'll personally transfer this month's salary to your account before you leave the building." With that, the woman walked straight into the office.
It was the general manager's office, as well as the boss's office.
Han Feng was stunned.
What was going on?
He turned to look at Xu Lulu in surprise.
Xu Lulu whispered, "She is the new boss who bought our small company.
We met yesterday, and you happened to run a business outside..." Then she shrugged.
"Shit!" Han Feng spat out a word after a while and caught up with the woman.
He said helplessly, "Beauty boss, give me another chance.
I am the best saleswoman in our company at present." In the situation of being threatened, Han Feng couldn't control his masculinity.
Nothing was more important than talking to her.
The difficulty of finding a job now was no less than finding a wife.
However, if he said this from his mouth, he wouldn't give others a feeling of "sincereness".
The woman opened the door and shut it with a bang without looking back.
Han Feng shouted, "You really don't want to give me a chance?
Don't regret it if I leave!" Naturally, no one responded to him.
Han Feng slowly turned around.
It seemed that he had really lost his job this time.
At this time, several colleagues entered the office one after another.
Han Feng did not want to be fired because he had pinched the boss's butt.
He had to pack his things sulkily and was ready to leave the place where he had stayed for nearly three years.
"If there is no master here, there will be a place for master to stay!" Han Feng comforted himself.
Suddenly, he found that there was nothing to be cleaned up.
There were only a few colorful "book" and a piece of sandalwood carved by his parents.