Chapter 167： I must be an origami angel

Zhou Yuan suddenly thought of Han Qingqing's appearance a few days ago.

No way, who made this the only thing he had encountered in 21 years of his life!

And the most important thing is that there was such a big misunderstanding at the time, and I was hit by people alive!

What's even more coincidental is that God seems to want to play with him, even just a few minutes ago, he made him recognize the wrong person and took the woman's ass!

Thinking of this series of coincidences, Zhou Yuan felt that his forehead was wicked.

With this twitch, his mouth floated, and he grunted directly, "I said you girl, it's not because the toilet is out of paper, so you call me?"

On the phone, Lu Yao was wondering how to explain this awful situation.

Suddenly hearing Zhou Yuan's sentence, his brain was amused, followed by an hum.

After he finished, Lu Yao realized that it was wrong and wanted to explain, but for a while, he didn't think of other excuses. It would be wrong if he would simply be wrong.

Me what...

Is this really out of paper? !

Why am I so inch? !

Did this happen to me again? !

Zhou Yuan was frantically complaining.

They were angels with folded wings in their previous life... I was his origami **** in his previous life!

I have become a big paper feeder!

"I said... You don't want me to send you paper over, do you?"

Zhou Yuan said weakly.

"me……"

On the other end of the phone, Lu Yao was also dumbfounded. For a while, she didn't know how to respond, so she squatted.

This time Zhou Yuan only thought that Lu Yao was shy, and said speechlessly: "Okay, you wait, I'll send it to you, which compartment are you in?"

"I...I'm...in...the third room..."

Lu Yao's brain short-circuited for a while, and he reported directly to his compartment.

"Okay, I see, you can wait."

Zhou Yuan replied, hung up the phone, and put the phone in his jacket pocket.

Listening to the blind tone of the phone here, Lu Yao was a little confused.

For a while, I always felt, how did things become so complicated?

And it seems, what's wrong?

By the way, seniors won’t really go to the ninth floor to deliver papers to themselves, right?

But he is obviously in the bathroom on the sixth floor now!

What if there are people on the ninth floor?

Lu Yao finally realized something was wrong, and hurriedly picked up the phone in a panic, and called Zhou Yuan.

Unfortunately, in order to avoid disturbing others while watching the movie, Zhou Yuan had already adjusted the phone.

Originally, the phone was tucked in the pocket of his trousers, pressed against his legs, and it felt like it vibrated. But just now Zhou Yuan slipped it into the pocket of his coat. The coat was open, the pockets were drooping, and there was no vibration at all when he walked around!

"It's over! Why doesn't the senior answer the phone?! No...no! If the senior really goes to the bathroom, you might be misunderstood!"

Lu Yao panicked a bit, and hurriedly prepared to go to the ninth floor to find Zhou Yuan.

...

The other side.

Just after Zhou Yuan was talking on the phone with Lu Yao, Lu Yu also went upstairs.

She originally planned to go to the front office to pick up the piece, and then quickly return to the company to clean up her embarrassment.

As a result, as soon as I went upstairs, I saw Lu Minghui at the front desk, chatting with someone.

Seeing this guy, Lu Yu instantly retreated!

After finally making the surname Lu, she didn't want to let the other party find a chance to pester herself. And at this moment, there is no Wang Yan playing cover, no outsiders, the cheeky surname of Lu, he has to say anything nasty!

But if you don't go to the front desk to pick up the piece, you can't go upstairs to deal with the embarrassment first, and then come back?

This two trips up and down the stairs is too much trouble...

How about... Go to the bathroom first?

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