Liu Cancan discerned that the noise came from the direction of the room she was staying in, and the voice was moving towards her position.

She lowered her eyes and stabbed the elevator door closing button instinctively and quickly, trying to speed up the closing speed of the metal door, until she was sure that the elevator began to descend before she released her index finger, which was too hard and painful.

For the other nine winners who submitted in the same period, she didn't greet her in a suitable environment yesterday, and she suddenly encountered her in the elevator and waited to play "Who are you?" It's you! ' The scene is a bit troublesome.

It is still easier to meet in the lobby and be introduced by the staff. Going to the company today to take care of your own affairs, and going home tomorrow will not have any more contact with these people.

It was seven o'clock in the morning at the same time that Liu Cancan got up.

In the villa area in the center of the city, the car that left in the early morning returned to the gate by the brightness of the skyline.

The only phone ring that was set to identify someone's incoming call immediately rang from the darkened bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

"Vice President?" Hong Changting, who was sleeping on his stomach, squinted the screen of his mobile phone, making sure that he hadn't slept all day and night.

"Open the door." Xi Yisheng, who was standing outside the first gate, held the phone with a frosty expression on his face, and the sound of the cooling sound made the whole person feel gloomy and gloomy.

In the bedroom, the secretary Han Mao shuddered from the back of his neck, a salted fish turned over—dong dong dong dong, went downstairs barefoot and pressed the electronic lock outside the hospital.

"Something happened?" Hong Changting was so frightened by the solemn voice of the vice president that he lost sleep. He stayed for half a year, and the other party didn't even take a step into the yard of his own gate.

A re-emergence five hours away, only because something big has happened.

"If something goes wrong, it's your secretary who will come to inform me." Yi Sheng walked into the house and scanned the open or stacked cardboard boxes in the living room.

"Don't tell me this is the salute you brought in half a year ago?" Yi Sheng turned to look at Hong Changting, raised his chin and signaled the other party to close the door and go upstairs.

Is the boss insomnia or insane? It's fun for the company to suddenly appear and scare me!

Hong Changting, whose shoulders relaxed in an instant, rubbed the bottom of his left foot against the back of his right foot. He still had to find someone to clean up the next floor and put a thick carpet on it. Who knows when the uncle in front of him will raid next time.

Closing the door slowly, Hong Changting patted his smooth arms and walked forward. He didn't ask, and waited for the vice president to explain his real intention.

He only has one bedroom, so it's not good to come and sleep!

"You and I are about the same height and body shape." Yi Sheng's eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses looked up and down at his childhood friend who was only wearing pajama pants.

"Almost? It's a lot worse. I don't have your fixed ten hours of exercise every week." In the early morning, can this guy be so boring when he talks.

"I think it's almost the same, where's the wardrobe?" Yi Sheng went up the stairs after saying that, definitely not in the rubbish pile downstairs.

"Upstairs, turn left and the first room. Hey, boss, are you here to check the secretary's clothes? It's not as good as your specialized coordinator, but it's not too bad." Hong Changting felt something. He smiled and followed the pace. It's impossible for this guy to wear his own clothes, and it's still such an ordinary day like today.

Yi Sheng entered his friend's cloakroom, which was only about 50 square meters, and turned on all the lights to inspect the building base.

In addition to the accessories, there are only three areas left. New clothes with tags still on, old clothes, through piles of unwashed clothes.

He stood in front of the wardrobe of old clothes, reached out and took them one by one, and threw them one by one on the accessories cabinet.

Hong Changting, who was standing by the door, finally woke up from his hangover. He squeezed his face and stretched out his hand and kept rubbing his temples and said, "Boss, I'll wear my clothes, don't bother you to help me throw them away." His boss is perennial. He can't stand the formal style of dressing that doesn't change.

"If I'm your subordinate, how can I match the clothes to match my identity?" Yi Sheng finally said the question that he didn't sleep for all night.