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Chapter 32 The Boss
Although Lin Jing didn't have eyes behind her, she could clearly feel that the group of teenagers behind her were all looking at her.

She didn't look back, her back was stiff and stopped for two seconds, she bent down to pick up the phone with no expression on her face, facing the back of her head that was numb from everyone's eyes, straightened her back, and walked into the elevator calmly and normally.

As the elevator door closed, she couldn't wait to grab her phone and click on Weibo, and released the new account that she blocked and just registered from the small black room.

When she was blacklisted just now, she was really chic, and she didn't want to be too deadly in her words. Now that she is released, Lin Jing stared at the chat records on the screen, and suddenly had a feeling of "abusing a wife is a moment of pleasure, chasing a wife Crematorium" feeling.

"If you don't lack money, don't accept it."

"Block the BB again."

How can she remedy this?

Back in the room, Lin Jing removed the broken mobile phone case, and walked around the room while picking at the plastic debris.

She racked her brains for a long time, but she couldn't find a way to go down for herself.

Is face important, or is it important to paint a picture of the occasion?

Lin Jing did not hesitate to choose face in his heart, and repeatedly hinted to himself in his heart that he must have a backbone in life, especially not to slap himself in the face.

After brainwashing himself for about 10 minutes, Lin Jing let out a frenzied "Ah—" and squatted on the ground covering his head.

After scratching her heart and lungs for 3 minutes, she stood up and grabbed her phone.

What kind of face do you want, face can be eaten.

Besides, across a network, who would have known that classmate Tiantiantian was her.

Lin Jing poked into Weibo, and clicked on the new account with no avatar and a name that was still garbled: That... ask weakly, boss, are you still there?
The other party probably opened a private message to remind, and the message was replied quite quickly: "?"

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Boss, do you still want to make a private draft?
Compared with before, Lan Bowen, who had browsed around in the blacklist, had a much colder attitude. Facing her second message, he didn't even reply.

Don't slip and kneel too early, just wait.

Lin Jing waited for less than 2 minutes, and couldn't help but send a smiley emoji to Lan Bowen.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Boss, it’s okay if you don’t want to make a private draft, can I trouble you?

Lamboven still ignored her.

Lin Jing gritted his teeth, and started typing as if he was going all out.

Tiantian Tiantian: Boss, I'm sorry.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: I'm sorry to bow at ninety degrees.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: I didn't mean it just now, I just had a sudden brain twitch, don't mind, boss.

Lin Jing sent several messages in a row, but there was no movement from Lan Bowen.

She was about to nod to herself, when a line of words appeared on the screen: I was just in a meeting.

Thank goodness Rambo took care of her.

Just as Lin Jing was about to reply to the message, Lan Bowen circled her sentence "Boss, it's okay if you don't want to make a private draft, can I trouble you?" and replied: What's the matter?

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Can you resend the first sentence you said when you came to me?
"Which one?"

"Hello, do you accept private manuscripts?"

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Take it!

Lambowen: ...

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Boss, what are your demands?
Lan Bowen probably felt that he had encountered Jingfen, and there was a moment of silence over there, and he sent her a message, which was his request for this draft.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Okay, no problem, boss, I will go to conceive first, and I will come to you for confirmation after the line draft appears.

Rambowen: All right.

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Then boss, I'm going to conceive.

Rambowen: Wait a minute.

Tiantiantiantian: Boss, what else do you want?
Lambowen: I have an appointment with Miracle's new avatar, I hope you can keep it secret and don't make it public.

Lambowen: Also, what is your quotation?

Lin Jing was silent for two seconds: Can I not charge money?
Lambert:?

Classmate Tiantiantiantian: If it really doesn’t work, one dollar?

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(End of this chapter)