Young Master, Don't Bother Me

The dark eyes were covered with a layer of fatigue. He took off his suit and took off his tie. Leng Yu poured a glass of ice water in his hand and walked to the French window.

The Eiffel Tower in the distance, with its sharp head, reminds him that he is now in Paris. The former foggy city is now covered by the name of fashion. It seems that there are 360 days in a year.

Fashion, jewelry, bags, postmodernism It seems to be a gathering place of stars, big brands, small traffic and small flowers. Each of them shows its own abilities for a page and a photo. But in Leng Yu's eyes, it was just a city he didn't like very much.

Sipping a cold liquid, the iPad on the table beeps: "boss, you have an appointment with Mr. Tony at three o'clock sharp."

Subconsciously raised his hand to look at the watch, the minute is not bad to walk the needle told Leng Yu distance 3 o'clock and an hour.

In about two hours, the official blog of Royal ornaments will release a photo of him with Tony, the world's largest supplier of paila tourmaline, and the prepared press release will also be released.

Pinching a slightly swollen eyebrow, Leng Yu drinks the ice water in the cup, takes the iPad and opens the microblog.

At this time, the Royal ornament official was calm and calm, and his personal account was also searched for one day. He used some artificial methods to reduce the heat. About Luo Rou, in fact, he didn't want to express more or let Luo Xiaojing see something. If he had to add something, he would not admit his sense of mission.

After flipping through the comments, he found that there was no valuable information. Leng Yu quit his account and logged into the trumpet.

Yes, you're right. Dashen also has a trumpet. Microblog counts zero, attention counts zero and fans counts zero.

Then he typed olivine into the search box.

The slender fingers slide on the screen, and the useless information still comes into view. He is ready to give up and hesitates to turn a few pages. A familiar microblog name suddenly pops up.

Jingsongfang Looking forward to your most beautiful appearance, to olivine.

Leng Yu's memory goes back to a few days ago. At sunset, the girl who laughs a little timid points back to the shop name, which seems to be jingsongfang.

The finger without temperature enlarges several pictures of olivine in jingsongfang micro blog. The next second, he is always calm, and his breathing is disordered for a moment.

Although olivine is only a general modification, he can see the shape of the leaf.

Luo Xiaojing's design sketch on olivine has been printed in his mind for a long time. The photo on Weibo is one of them.

He thought of what Xinyi had reported to him in the early hours of last night.

The light in the black eyes is dim and unclear, and the pleasure radian that is not easy to detect slowly pours down from the thin and cool corners of the lips. After thinking about it, his fingers slowly move to the lower left corner.

Luo Xiaojing is cramming instant noodles into her mouth when a message pops up on the darkened mobile phone screen: number of fans, one.

This is even more frightening than the winning information that often appears. Her eyes are so big that she can't remember who the person named y Jun is.

Who do you know? Occasionally, I can't find or recognize something in my brain

Then Luo Xiaojing saw y Jun's nearly abnormal number of microblogs, three zeros of fans and followers.

Even zombie powder should show single digits.

The corner of his mouth is still hanging instant noodles that he didn't have time to swallow. Luo Xiaojing sucks them in and chews them into his stomach. When he is satisfied, a voice comes out of his stomach - all the people who don't know their identity are in a small dark room.

In fact, even if she knows her identity, Luo Xiaojing will not be merciful. This is a secret base where she can vent her feelings. Only when the number of fans remains zero can she be safest.

As naive as she is, she never realized that jingsongfang's microblog name is enough to make a splash, and she didn't find that she could pay no attention to it.

With the determination to defend his territory, Luo Xiaojing finds out to remove the fans. With a touch, the zombie powder that is not zombie powder is gone.

On the other side of the earth, shining sunlight shines into the spacious room, sitting on the sofa of Lengyu, but it is like in another world, ice and darkness coexist.

Should he thank Luo Xiaojing for not putting him on the blacklist? The thin anger on his chest is pressed back by a long sigh, and then a surge of irritability.

He knew very well that Luo Xiaojing's cowardice in front of him was only occasionally. She would turn into a little monster at any time. No, he was unprepared and suddenly got such a paw.

Temple suddenly jumped a few times, known as a flower of kaolin Leng Yu Leng God, perseverance and attention.

This time, he learned to be smart, and his focus was over. He didn't give Luo Xiaojing the chance to clean him up. A private letter was sent to him quickly.

Luo Xiaojing is chewing his last mouthful of instant noodles when a message appears in the private message dialog box.

Mr. Y: "I bought crystal stone in jingsongfang store."

The long and thin instant noodles came to the corner of his mouth again, and Luo Xiaojing was obviously stunned It turns out that Mr. y is a customer of jingsongfang.Can go to the micro blog to find jingsongfang customers are also half an iron powder, this is how to remove pull black?

Luo Xiaojing, who has always attached great importance to the relationship with customers, wrinkled her eyebrows. Her fingers circled on the mobile phone screen in a few circles, and she choked out a few words: "thank you for your attention."

Mr. Y: "you're welcome."

At the moment, Luo Xiaojing is rummaging to lean the customer named y Jun on jingsongfang's regular customers. He doesn't realize that the cold and alienated tone is really like someone.

Mr. Y: "when will jingsongfang start selling carvings?"

Straightforward still has someone's style, but Luo Xiaojing still didn't feel it: "sorry, jingsongfang has no plan to sell carvings."

Y Jun threw two pictures over.

The first one is the sugar heart agate dinosaur.

The second one is about modified olivine.

Luo Xiaojing thought: "sorry, this is not for sale."

Y Jun: "venture to ask, is it the owner's private possession?"

Luo Xiaojing's answer was ambiguous: "yes."

Mr. Y: "can I make a reservation?"

Luo Xiaojing: "sorry, I can't make a reservation."

Mr. Y: "I can double the deposit."

Blinking and blinking, Luo Xiaojing is almost knocked down by the money symbol, who let Jingshi poor three generations play with mine to destroy her life? She has both.

There are also crystal jade materials for carving, which need to be bought with silver.

Luo Xiaojing's balance rolled from left to right, then from right to left. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "I'm really sorry. Even if I pay ten times the deposit, I can't get the sculpture I want."

She still doesn't dare to take risks, because she doesn't know who is on the other end of Weibo.