Nan Anan carefully translated a lot of professional foreign language documents with his head down. When the office door was opened, she looked up and saw Ming Jiang coming in wearing a black coat and entering the warm room from the outside, which quickly covered his glasses with a layer of white fog. Ming Jiang took off her glasses, first pushed a cup of milk tea with stockings to her, and then began to slowly take off her black coat and hang it on the hanger. The thin white V-neck sweater sets off his fair complexion, which somehow brings a sacred sense of abstinence.
Milk tea is still hot. Nannan watched Ming Jiang sitting on the table opposite her with a straw and turned on the computer. The blue screen reflects the face of facial paralysis. Nannan was so nervous that his heart was sweating. After she finally confessed to Jiang Ming last night, she thought about it all morning and didn't know how to face him with a big face. Finally, she decided not to change-because she was drunk last night and the confession was over ... she forgot.