President marry me, I'm super sweet!

"Thank you, Mr. Murong. I'll just go back by myself." Ann Xiaoxi took her things and could go at any time.

Bo Jingyan didn't look at her anymore, but chatted with president Zhao and others with Lu Dong.

Ann Xiaoxi didn't bother again. She looked at Murong with gratitude, waved her hand and left.

"Isn't it not good for a girl to go back alone?" Murong Chu went to Bo Jingyan and said.

"Are you so enthusiastic about every woman? If you can't rest assured, go and see her yourself." Bo Jingyan casually dropped a sentence, and then continued to chat with others as if nothing had happened.

Murong Chu didn't dare to talk, but secretly sent a text message to an Xiaoxi, hoping she could talk to herself when she got home safely.

Ann Xiaoxi looked at the content and said thank you for your concern. Now she just wants to find a place to fill her stomach. As for other things, they are not important.

After tossing about for two hours, she finally got home.

She was just about to go upstairs when she saw the people of the moving company moving things one after another.

"Excuse me, miss."

Ann Xiaoxi looked at the other two people lifting the sofa and hurriedly dodged to make way.

After they went upstairs, they didn't go to the door by themselves.

To an Xiaoxi's surprise, the original new guest was opposite him.

She was curious. She didn't know whether the new resident was a man or a woman, or whether the whole family moved in together?

After watching for a while, she took the key to open the room and returned to her home.

The sound insulation in the building is not very good. Even if the door is closed, you can still hear the movement of workers in the corridor.

An Xiaoxi ignored it. Instead, he took out his camera and looked through the photos taken by Bo Jingyan today.

Looking at the content in the camera, she doesn't know whether her photography technology has improved or whether Bo Jingyan, a "model", has improved the texture of her photos.

It's just like a blockbuster.

For a moment, an Xiaoxi hesitated, which photo to give to the financial magazine is better.

It was a pity for her to choose any one.

She looked at Bo Jingyan's self-confidence in his photos and couldn't help muttering: "demon."

The man was so perfect that when she thought of having had close contact with him, Ann Xiaoxi thought she had made a profit.

Even if there will be no intersection between them in the future, that past can be regarded as a precious memory of her life.

While there is still time, Ann Xiaoxi plans to go to bed for a while.

For today's photo, she got up at dawn.

Now that I have finally completed the task, I can make up for my sleep.

Ann Xiaoxi was confused and didn't know how long she slept. A burst of electric drill came into her ear and forcibly woke her up.

She rubbed her eyes and angrily threw the pillow in her arms to the ground. It was obvious that she was angry when she got up.

She turned over to continue to sleep, but the new guest's room next door was like a percussion party, with electric drills and saws, so that she couldn't sleep again.

Ann Xiaoxi was really defeated by this sound. She sat up and got out of bed angrily.

She took out her cell phone and looked at it. She found that she had only slept for more than 30 minutes.

Anyway, she can't sleep now. She might as well go out.