Face the surging momentum. Bai Qiuling drew her lips and said, "I, move by myself."

After half a day's tossing and turning, Bai Qiuling finally moved all her belongings to the guest room, locked the door, and lay in bed with some distant thoughts.

The ugliness of Liang Muchao and Bai Shuiling emerged in front of her eyes, and she clenched her fist to death.

He was so foolish that he tried his best to pay for Liang Mu Chao, but he betrayed her!

In her trance, Bai Qiuling saw her mother in a white dress, elegant and dignified.

"Qiuling, stick to it." Mother's loving voice lingers in Bai Qiuling's ears.

"Mom, Mom..." Just as Bai Qiuling reached out to touch her dearest mother, everything disappeared.

Her eyelashes moved like a butterfly, and Bai Qiuling suddenly opened her eyes and dreamed of herself.

Remembering the encouragement of her mother in her dream, Bai Qiuling rose to her feet. Isn't that a slag man? Nothing worth remembering!

It's imperative that she find a new job, and then take back the shares that Grandpa left her in the future, and let Bai Shuiling go!

Opening the computer, Bai Qiuling began to send her resume. She majored in media. She planned to be a journalist in her next job.

While Bai Qiuling was concentrating on delivering her resume, suddenly a very magnetic voice came from behind her. "Looking for a job?"

Bai Qiuling was shocked by the sudden voice. Looking back, she saw the beautiful face of the night sky.

"How did you get into my room?" Bai Qiuling's face changed. She locked the door clearly.

The night sky stretched its long legs to Bai Qiuling's back, a pair of natural, "This is my house, I want to enter where I want to go."

"But you can't just come to my room!" Bai Qiuling argues for reasons.

The night's stare fell on the computer screen, and after a few seconds of staring, suddenly reached out and turned off the computer.

"What are you doing?" Bai Qiuling was annoyed. He turned off her computer for no reason.

"Come to work at Yeshi in the future." Night Hanxiao slightly nodded close to her, one hand around her back and propped up on the table.

This action almost holds Bai Qiuling half in her arms, and his warm breath sprays all over her neck, itching. Page] Enwrapped in his strong male hormones, aware of their ambiguous movements, Bai Qiuling jumped up and accidentally bumped into the chin of the night sky.

I only heard a murmur from the night sky. Bai Qiuling was embarrassed. Why did she bump into him?

"Are you okay?" Looking at the man's increasingly cold face in front of her, Bai Qiuling asked quickly.

"What do you say?" Night Hanxiao sent out a cold hum from his nose and asked him coldly.

Feeling the low pressure of condensation, Bai Qiuling lowered her head. "Can I help you buy ointment wipes?"

"No!" At night, the sword frowned tightly, and the glare of the eye was slightly invisible. With a complicated look, he turned around and went out.

As soon as we got to the door, the night sky stopped again, turned around and said quietly, "Nine o'clock tomorrow morning, remember to report to Yeshi!"

After that, he disappeared into Bai Qiuling's eyes without looking back, leaving only her with a messy face.

What does night mean?

Why did she go to Night's?

Does a small journalist have a useful place for a big group like Yeshi?

There are many doubts in Bai Qiuling's mind.