hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 40 Don't Underestimate the Rag Girl ([-])

"You're not still thinking about the scene of seven times last night, are you. Tired and stupid?"

Gu Yihan's indifferent but ambiguous reply and rhetorical question made Tang Yumo almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Enduring the suffocated internal injuries, he went to Jiang Ping to ask for cleaning tools.

Outside the huge glass curtain wall is a clear blue sea and sky blending. The early winter sun is particularly warm and warm, and the occasional sound of a few freighter whistles is particularly deep and distant.

Seeing Tang Yumo, Gu Yihan really put on his apron, put on rain boots, held a small watering can filled with glass cleaner in one hand, and started wiping the glass with a rag in the other. The movements were very skillful, and he quickly moved from one end of the room to the other. Moved the ladder again, and began to wipe the high places.

Gu Yihan unknowingly looked at her obedient and busy back for a while, and then glanced at the file that Li Xue had just submitted on the desktop.

In black and white, every word is shocking.

The dean of the Qingcheng Orphanage personally recommended the dual bachelor degree from the School of Journalism and Law of Qingcheng University, and the master degree from the School of Journalism of Columbia University who received a full scholarship. He was only 22 years old when he graduated and had the courage to be a war correspondent. In 2011, he was sent to Egypt When ||turbulent|turbulent, he was attacked and seriously injured in an armed|armed|conflict and returned to New York for treatment, while the accompanying photojournalist died.
Is this the experience carried by the thin and petite body in front of me?

And the subsequent records are even more embarrassing: I worked as a temporary reporter for a gossip tabloid for a month, as an assistant in a law firm for half a month, as a front desk clerk in a cultural company for a week, and as a nanny for a housekeeping company for 3 days. I don’t know why. None of these jobs last long, either being squeezed out by colleagues or complained by customers or disgusted by the boss, unable to find a job for countless months within two years, a transparent little writer who writes and sells words intermittently but can't make money Countless months. The longest job with stable income is a temporary worker in the lobby bar of Sihai Hotel. It has been more than a month
Gu Yihan tapped the complicated resume slowly with his fingers, and walked behind Tang Yumo thoughtfully.

At this moment, Tang Yumo was stepping on the middle of the ladder, struggling with the dust at the seams of the huge glass, and Gu Yihan's eyes were on her waist wearing an apron.

The apron was tied so tightly that it just pinched her waistline out, and the physical labor made her whole body exude a vague heat.

Gu Yihan couldn't help stretching out his hand to cover Tang Yumo's waist, an invisible force pulled him to tear off the layers of wrapped apron straps.

"Chief, Mr. Mei, oh no, Madam just called."

Jiang Ping rushed in to report suddenly, just as he saw this scene, he was in a dilemma.

"speak."

Gu Yihan didn't look back, and ordered in a deep voice.

On the contrary, Tang Yumo was taken aback. When did Bingcube's face move behind her?I didn't even realize that I have always had an overly keen feeling of being stabbed in the back every day when there is a turmoil, but why did it become more and more dull when I came to Gu Yihan's place?
Tang Yumo didn't dare to stop, and continued to wipe the glass curtain wall that was as bright as new, and heard Jiang Ping stammering:

"Chief, chief, husband, madam, next month, your birthday is next month, she, she is not in the country, and she will lead a team to go abroad for inspection"

"Talk about the point."

Gu Yihan said impatiently.

"Heavy, the point is, she, she said sorry. Let, let you choose your own birthday, that, that gift."

Jiang Ping finally finished stuttering, and stood there for a while, seeing that Gu Yihan had no intention of turning back to answer the conversation, so he retreated awkwardly.

Tang Yumo felt that the huge room suddenly fell into a silent vacuum.

The sun was covered by a dark cloud, and it was no longer warm. The ships on the sea were walking quietly, without a trace of siren.

In the silence, only Gu Yihan's breathing was particularly heavy.

Tang Yumo felt that every cell in his body was trembling, as if facing a formidable enemy.
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(End of this chapter)