He had already arrived at the office. After waiting for a while, Secretary came to receive him and sat in the lounge with An Ran.
"What are you thinking, little girl?" An Ran Wen Mingzhu.
The window in front of him was wide and clear. The warm smell of the coffee in his hand was dense. When the great writer A walked over, he couldn't believe it. It was hard to imagine that a person who wrote a book could become a hot celebrity.
Ming Zhu shook her head again and whispered in a whisper," I'm wondering if An Ran' ve seen too many dirty jokes lately. I want to throw the dirty things out of my head."
Ming Zhu's little head looked like a drum, with the head of a ball raised high up. The red bow knot covered it, looking like a Christmas tree.
It made people unable to restrain themselves.
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