Chapter 2121 The Gold Lawyer Is A Little Cold (12)

Chapter 2119 Gold lawyer is a bit cold (12)

"Dangdangdang—"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, and Ranbai knocked three times.

There was a cold and clear voice from inside, just a simple and indifferent word: "Come in."

Ranbai put one hand on the doorknob, held the document in the other, and pushed the door straight in.

really,

The man was sitting at the desk, his fair forehead was lazily supported by his beautiful fingers, his eyelashes were long and long, like butterfly wings perched, his profile was sharp and handsome, and he was clasping the black mouse with one hand.

"What's the matter?" Fu Jin asked coldly without even raising her eyes.

Whether it’s a wrist watch clasped on a white wrist with a slightly cold order, or a well-organized silver-white cuff, or a black-and-white simple cool-toned office and a clean and self-disciplined desk, there is always a sense of coldness and alienation. .

Such a young person does have the corresponding ability and aura to support this law firm.

Dye Bai tapped twice on the desk with his fingertips, and said concisely: "Reworked documents."

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Jin paused slightly with his fingertips. He lazily raised his eyes, and his light and cold gaze fell on the girl in front of him. His gaze was like a cold and calm lake, bottomless.

Fu Jin didn't take the file first, but raised her white wrist, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and casually glanced at the time on the low-end watch.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night.

The stern and noble man slowly raised his eyelashes, paused for two seconds, then threw the pure black pen he was holding onto the table, and leaned back lazily, strangely and coldly, for no reason Exuding an arrogant and oppressive aura.

"Why are you still in the company?" He asked casually, as if he just mentioned it casually.

"The company doesn't stipulate what time employees must get off work, right?" Ranbai raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Besides, aren't you here?"

"This is a redone file. It's been sorted out in advance. Let's take a look?" Ran Bai tapped the folder lightly with his fingertips.

"Now, get off work." The slender and tall young man was expressionless, his black hair was scattered on his forehead, his long eyelashes covered his piercing eyes, his thin lips were lightly parted, and he could not hear any emotion, "I said tomorrow morning Give it to me at eight."

Dyed white:?

Not even in advance?

What's wrong with this man?

Fu Jin smiled softly as if seeing the direction of the dyed white. His white fingers were fastened on the black tie, and the neckline was lazily loosened, revealing half of the curved, hard and beautiful porcelain white collarbone, and his thin lips hooked playful arc,

Unexpectedly, with a bit of anger, "Not even a minute earlier."

"Understood?" His voice was clean and low-key, clear and a little careless. At this moment, the ending sound was light and lazy, and it fell on people's ears, crisp and itchy, like a cat's claw scratching at the tip of people's heart.

"Which company rule has this?" Ranbai asked flatly.

"I said yes." He looked at her, his dark and narrow eyes were unfathomable, and his emotions were flat.

A handsome and dignified young man, with three-dimensional and deep facial features, picturesque eyebrows, long eyelashes, and a high nose bridge, the kind that cannot be picked out among thousands of people.

But this kind of extreme beauty is full of aggressive sharpness, flowing with thrilling beauty, which makes people know that it is difficult to approach when they look at it.

It's no wonder that some people in the office would say that a person like Fu Jin who is so cold to the extreme should be born to stand on the altar and be regarded as a flower of Gaoling, who can only be looked up to, not desecrated.

Any kind of contempt and offense placed on him is like an insult.

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