After the male protagonist Qingmei awakens

Chapter 75

In the evening, Lin Jiao returned to the dormitory, with a towel hanging on her shoulders, and the wet hair on her forehead kept falling to the floor.

She sat on a chair, took out a piece of letter paper and started writing. It had been half a month since she last wrote a letter. Things had developed so fast, and the change had already been so big in the blink of an eye.

"Mom, the weather has been a little cold recently. I was actually transferred to work under Zhou Yan, and I stayed in the same office with him every day. I forgot to mention that something big happened today. Zhou Yan..."

Time passed little by little. , dim light shone on the small table, rare silence, the clock had reached eleven o'clock in the evening, Lin Jiao finished writing the last line, carefully folded the letter paper, put it into the envelope, and took out another one for herself After affixing the stamps I liked, I went to bed satisfied.

When Lin Jiao arrived at the office in the morning, Zhou Yan was already sitting in his seat. When he saw her coming, he raised his head and lowered it again.

The two made eye contact for a moment and then left again, and Lin Jiao also sat in her seat.

"Help me write this information." Before Lin Jiao's buttocks got hot, she heard Zhou Yan calling him.

"Don't you have any hands?" Lin Jiao blinked at him in confusion. How come he couldn't even write a word when she was here?

"How do you want me to write this?" Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his right hand that was holding the board and said.

Lin Jiao's eyes widened: Wasn't it fine yesterday?

"What's wrong with your hand?" Lin Jiao stepped forward. The doctor checked him yesterday and found that there were no fractures or other risks. Why was it bandaged like this today? Could it be that there was another accident today?

"The doctor said that the pain in my hand may be due to the muscle tear in the wrist. He suggested that I immobilize it for a period of time to be safe. I can't write with my left hand, so I have to rely on you." Zhou Yan explained with a little helplessness on his face. I have to go to the countryside in a while, I'm afraid I won't be able to do this.

"Well, I have no choice but to help you out of kindness." Lin Jiao walked into Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan gave up his seat to Lin Jiao and stood beside him.

"How to write?" Lin Jiao picked up the pen and said. If she had known it, she should have added one more sentence of Zhou Yan in the letter last night.

"Just write..."

Zhou Yan said, looking down from time to time. Lin Jiao wrote every word on the paper. Her handwriting was delicate, but it was different from Zhou Yan's. At first glance, it looked like the handwriting was written by a girl.

The years are quiet and good, that's probably the case.

The window was open, and this scene happened to be in Shen Yayun's eyes.

She held the kettle tightly in her hand and stared at the two people who were very close to each other. She wished she could just tear Lin Jiao into pieces. The person sitting in her seat should be herself.

For her, this scene was so painful that her eyes hurt. She shook back and forth, and her head hurt as if someone had hit her.

She quickly walked back to the archives room and stood in front of Sun Dan'er. She didn't want to wait anymore, she wanted Lin now. Jiao disappears.

"Sun Dan'er." Shen Yayun looked at Sun Dan'er with deep eyes, and the fierceness in her eyes was as real as the truth.

"What...what are you doing." Sun Dan'er's pupils shrank and she stuttered a bit.