First Frost ( Requested )

"..."

Wen Yifan stared at the screen for a long time, and his scalp numb when he was startled by the words "desire" and "possession." Her expression was a little stiff, her fingertips moved on the screen, and a question mark was slowly tapped.

Before she could send it, Su Tian, who had just returned from the computer room, interrupted her attention.

Su Tian's rolling chair slipped, and he leaned in to whisper to her: "Damn, I just came in and saw that the intern thought I had gone wrong, which shocked me."

Subconsciously turned off the screen of the phone, Wen Yifan raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"The new male intern." Su Tian pretended to glance casually, as if falling in love, "God, I'm in love. A handsome little dog-shaped guy, tall, handsome and cute. of."

Wen Yifan said amused: "Why don't you say that you are a big and strong little milk dog."

Fu Zhuang happened to pass by.

Su Tian rolled his eyes and said straightforwardly: "He is a little dog at best."

"..." Fu Zhuang stopped immediately. Although he didn't hear the previous words, he immediately checked his seat and shouted, "Sister Tian, why are you still attacking personally! Why am I going to die!"

Su Tian sent him away in a few words: "I didn't say you."

When Fu Zhuang left, Su Tian continued to gossip with Wen Yifan: "How do I feel this little milk dog keeps looking at us, does he look at you or me?"

After the conversation, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Wen Yifan's profile, and she instantly changed her words: "Okay, it's me who humiliated myself."

"..."

Wen Yifan followed along.

At this time, Mu Chengyun was sitting in the position, staring at the computer screen with a cold face. Within a few seconds, it may be that they noticed their eyes and raised their eyes suddenly. After hitting their eyes, he immediately laughed embarrassedly.

It looks really cute.

Wen Yifan also smiled politely and retracted his eyes. She didn't feel anything strange, and said gently: "Which way so much thought. It should be just the first day to work, I want to get acquainted with my colleagues."

"That's not just gossip. Why are you not interested in handsome guys at all." When it comes to this, Su Tian is a little curious, "Eh, do you like this type?"

"what?"

"How do I feel that you are not interested in this at all. Do you have a favorite type? What is your ideal type?" Su Tian began to list to her, "Gentle? Domineering? Cheerful?..."

Wen Yifan was stunned, and Sang Yan's incredible face flashed in his mind inexplicably.

Realizing this thought of herself, Wen Yifan's breathing stopped, just to meet Su Tian's face waiting for her to answer. After being quiet for a few seconds, she gave up this thought and smiled without answering.

The short chat ends.

Wen Yifan continued to write the manuscript for a while, and after a while, remembered that she had not had time to reply to Sang Yan's news. She turned on the phone, looked at the string of words again, and felt as if she had received some spam.

But there was a buffer period, and I didn't find it too unacceptable to look at at this time.

Instead, there is a feeling of numbness.

Wen Yifan deleted the question mark in the input box and typed it again hesitantly.

【then you】

【Are you ok? 】