Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 142 I Still Have Critical Strikes

After this ad was released, ghosts and wolves were howling on the Internet.

"Resist any form of showing affection!"

"Is there anything wrong with being single... just let me pay taxes, but I still have to be stuffed with dog food like this!"

"Brother Nian, you have changed! You are no longer handsome, do you know that! Please give me back that handsome Brother Nian!"

"May I ask where you found your boyfriend, Gu Nian? Is it issued by the country?"

However, just after netizens ate the first wave of dog food, Gu Nian’s Weibo provided another year’s worth of dog food——

"This is a tragic story, please cherish the block letters I have already signed."

Picture: big hands holding small hands, children learning to write.

"I saw this Weibo post for my dog, and he said he doesn't need to feed him for a year!"

"Brother Nian: Did you think that what you just did was full output? No, I still have critical strikes!"

"Brother Nian, do you have a mine at home?! What do you mean by sending dog food all over the Internet!"

At this time, Gu Nian is not as happy and sweet as the netizens imagined——

Who can tell her that the same signature, why she can write that virtue without Luo Jia's hand!
Looking at her annoyed look, Luo Jia pursed her lips and chuckled: "Don't worry, take your time."

Gu Nian puffed her face: "How can I not be in a hurry! I'm about to collapse!"

Luo Jia rubbed the top of her head, and couldn't help but said to her: "Actually, I really like your handwriting."

It looks very good.

Gu Nian lay down on the table in frustration, drawing messy lines with the pen in his hand.

"It feels like a child's handwriting, it's not pretty at all."

She has seen Luo Jia's handwriting, it is elegant and unrestrained, and she really wants to write that kind of handwriting!
When she thinks of her block letters - err, she wants to cry!
"Mr. Luo, this is the financial statement for this quarter. Please have a look at it." Shengshi's financial director knocked on the door and came in, seeing his wife proprietress lying in front of the president's desk, with black and purple resentment bubbles almost visible above her head.

He coughed low, pretending he didn't see it.

Luo Jia stood beside Gu Nian, took the report and nodded.

The chief financial officer felt that it was best not to be a light bulb at this time, and he was not sure whether Gu Nian should know about financial matters, so he thought about quitting.

Unexpectedly, Luo Jia stopped him, raised his chin towards the sofa beside him, and signaled him to go there.

The chief financial officer looked at Luo Jia without any shyness, but Gu Nian over there—

He was still focused on spreading resentment, and he didn't seem to see him coming in.

He walked obediently to the sofa and sat down, waiting for Luo Jia's order.

Luo Jia rubbed the top of Gu Nian's head, and said in a gentle voice, "Practice first, I'll look at the financial report."

"Hmm..." Gu Nian was depressed, put the pen back into the pen holder, clasped his hands together as if making a wish, prayed for a minute, closed his eyes, took out a pen from the pen holder, and continued to practice signing.

Looking at her like this, Luo Jia smiled helplessly.

This girl, he really didn't know what to say.

Is there a great relationship between words and pens?

Lorgar thinks there is none.

But Gu Nian told him personally - yes!

He was sitting on the sofa, but after reading the financial report for 5 minutes, he heard the sound of the chair being pulled away, followed by the sound of trotting, Gu Nian excitedly handed the paper to him: "Brother Jia, look at it! Isn't it much better!"

Luo Jia took the paper and looked at it, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Don't say it, it's true.

"Great, come on." He raised his hand and rubbed Gu Nian's face.

"Let's just talk... about the pen!" Gu Nian went back to the table and continued to practice calligraphy.

The Chief Financial Officer sat there like an old monk in meditation, watching his nose, nose, and heart.

He didn't see anything, really!
Just why does he have an urge to cry? !
The report that I worked so hard to make couldn't get the president to say "it's great", the proprietress just practiced a word, and...

Isn't he crazy?How do you compare with the lady boss?Can this compare!
The chief financial officer pinched his palms, trying to convince himself to calm down.

Thinking too much is a disease!
Gu Nian stayed in Luo Jia's office for a full day, and when Luo Jia got off work, her signature was finally almost done.

Holding Luo Jia's magical pen like holding a baby, Gu Nian smirked for 10 minutes.

But the next day, she couldn't laugh anymore.

Wu Di put a cardboard box of "Gourmet Map" on the side of the table, and said to Gu Nian, "Nian Nian, finish signing today!"

Gu Nian looked at the huge box, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Is this too much?" Gu Nian said with a bitter face, "Will the hand be broken?"

Wu Di looked at her with some doubts: "No way, more than 1000 copies, adding up to less than [-] words, signed in half a day, right?"

Gu Nian looked at her with her mouth flattened: "Baby Didi, you don't know how fast I can sign!"

"Huh?" Wu Di looked at her suspiciously. How long will it last for these two words to be signed?Ten seconds is always enough, right?
Gu Nian sighed, took out a stack of "maps", and seriously signed a name, a very beautiful signature, it can be said to be perfect, but...

"It took... 17 minute and [-] seconds?!" Wu Di looked at her in astonishment, "When do you have to sign in?!"

With a sad face, Gu Nian continued to sign one, muttering: "If I knew it earlier, I agreed to sign 66 copies. This time is good, I have to sign to death!"

Wu Di swallowed, looked at Gu Nian's speed which was slower than a snail, and couldn't help but said: "Nian Nian, we didn't expect your speed to be so slow, Sister Lin told the school that you will send it tomorrow. "

"..." This is meeting a pit teammate...

It's still the kind of god pit!
Wu Di quickly calculated the time, and said to Gu Nian: "Nian Nian, according to your current speed, it will take at least twenty hours!"

"I know, don't remind me..." Gu Nian signed the third sheet.

"You sign first, and I'll discuss it with Sister Lin." Wu Di said, frowning and walked out.

"Goodbye." Gu Nian mumbled out two words.

When Gu Nian signed No.18, Lin Yushan and Wu Di came back together.

Looking at the thin stack of signed names, Lin Yushan sighed: "This is not the way, so when will I sign?"

Gu Nian nodded and continued to sign with concentration: "Yes."

Lin Yushan frowned and thought for a while, then asked her, "Nian Nian, your signature is from Mr. Luo, right?"

"correct."

"How about...you ask for foreign aid?"

"Uh...isn't that good?" Gu Nian raised his head, frowned and said, "It's my signature, let Brother Jia sign it, isn't it?"

Lin Yushan sighed and looked at her helplessly: "Then you sign first? If you sign more, it should be faster."

Gu Nian nodded, then lowered her head again: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)