"Dangdangdang--"

The rhythmic knock on the door rang slowly, Ranbai knocked three times.

Only a quiet and clear sound like ice and snow came from inside, just a simple and indifferent word: "Jin."

Ranbai put his hand on the door handle, held the document in one hand, and pushed the door directly into it.

really,

The man was sitting at the desk. His beautiful fingers lazily supported his fair forehead, his eyelashes were very long, like a butterfly wing, and his side face was handsome with a sharp edge and angularity, and he clasped on the black mouse with one hand.

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

Whether it is a slightly cold and orderly watch buttoned on a fair wrist, a rigorous silver-white cuff, or a simple and cool black and white office, or a clean and self-disciplined desk, it is always full of cold and alien texture.

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

Ranbai tapped his fingertips on the desk twice, concisely: "Remade documents."

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

Instead of taking the document first, Fu Jin raised his fair wrist, his long eyelashes slightly drooped, and he glanced casually at the time on the low-end watch.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the night.

The cold and noble man then slowly raised his eyelashes and paused for two seconds. He threw the pure black pen he was holding onto the table, and he leaned back lazily, evil and cold, with an arrogance and oppression aura for no reason.

"Why are you still in the company?" he asked casually, as if he was just talking casually.

"The company does not stipulate when employees must get off work, right?" Ranbai raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Besides, aren't you here too?"

"This is a redone file. I have sorted it out in advance. Take a look?" Ranbai tapped the folder with his fingertips.

"Now, get off work." The slender and tall young man had no expression on his face. His ink-colored hair spread on his forehead, his long eyelashes covered his sharp eyes, and his thin lips opened lightly, and he couldn't hear any emotion. "I mean I'll give it to me at 8 o'clock in the morning."

Ranbai:?

It's not possible in advance?

What's wrong with this person?

As if he saw the direction of the white hair, Fu Jin chuckled softly. His white fingers buckled against the black tie, loosened his neckline, slightly revealing half of the arc with a cold and hard beautiful porcelain white collarbone, and his thin lips curled up the playful arc, unexpectedly with a bit of ruffianism, "It's not possible to be a minute in advance."

"I understand?" His voice was clean and low-magnetic, with a bit of silence in its clearness. At this moment, the ending sound was light and laziness, and the meaning of laziness fell into people's ears, making itchy, like a cat's claws scratching the top of people's heart.

"Which company regulations has this?" Ranbai asked calmly.

"I said there was, if there was." He looked at her, his dark and narrow eyes were unfathomable, and his emotions were mediocre.

The handsome and noble young man has a little three-dimensional depth in his facial features, picturesque eyebrows, long eyelashes, and a high nose bridge. It is the kind that even millions of people cannot pick out.

But this ultimate beauty is revealed with an aggressive edge, flowing with a thrilling beauty, making people know it is difficult to get close to.

No wonder some people in the office say that people like Fu Jin who are extremely cold should be born on the altar and be regarded as a flower of the high mountain. They can only look up to it, but not be blasphemous.

Any kind of contempt and offense is like an insult to him.
Chapter completed!