To You, My Beloved

Feng Yiyi came to the printing room at half past two.

Twenty printers are printing non-stop content of novels that Gu Qingcheng has copied from the Internet.

The smell of ink in the printing city is a bit heavy. Feng Yiyi raised his hand in disgust, pinched his nose, and circled the printer. Seeing that all the printers were occupied, Feng Yiyi quickly walked out of printing. room.

At 2:35, Feng Yiyi came in again.

All the printers were still not available, and Feng Yiyi left again.

At two forty and two forty-five, Feng Yiyi came once separately, the printer was never free, and her face was slightly unhappy.

At 2:50, when Feng Yiyi came in again, the machine finally stopped.

Feng Yiyi found the nearest one, and just wanted to press to run, but found that there was no paper.

Feng Yiyi angrily switched to another one and found that there was no ink.

Feng Yiyi hid his feet and continued to change one, and finally he could print.

There are more than fifty pieces of information, including two contracts, three copies of which need to be printed, which is about one hundred and fifty.

When Feng Yiyi was halfway through printing, the printer suddenly stopped printing. The reason was the same as that of the first printer. There was no paper.

Feng Yiyi glanced at the time. Eight minutes before the meeting, Feng Yiyi took a stack of paper directly from the printer next door, put it in this printer, and continued printing.

It took about two minutes to finally finish.

Feng Yiyi took a long sigh of relief, picked up the printed materials, hurriedly ran out of the printing room, and ran towards the secretary's office.

When Feng Yiyi was passing by the stairs, someone suddenly reached out and grabbed her hard. Before she could even react, she was taken directly into the stairs.

Feng Yiyi had just stabilized the god, the door of the stairs was suddenly closed by Gu Qingcheng and locked.

Feng Yiyi stared at Gu Qingcheng and asked anxiously, "Gu Qingcheng, what do you want to do? Mr. Tang is waiting for my profile meeting!"

Compared with Feng Yiyi's impatience, Gu Qingcheng seemed a little calm. She admired Feng Yiyi's anger without urgency, and said calmly, "Feng Yiyi, do you have times when you are nervous?"

Feng Yiyi didn't want to care about Gu Qingcheng at all, she turned around and walked towards the door of the stairs.

Gu Qingcheng stretched out his hand, grabbed Feng Yiyi, and pushed her to the side wall.

Feng Yiyi glanced at the time on his wrist. Four minutes before the meeting, Feng Yiyi stared at Gu Qingcheng murderously and said, "I tell you, Gu Qingcheng, if you delay the materials that Mr. Tang will use for the next meeting. , You will definitely not be able to eat it!"