Chapter 631: Hear

Chapter 631 Hear
There is a big philanthropy that has begun to admire the 18th. That is, Dazhe found that she could stare at it for more than an hour.
As for the 18th, there is no blink of an eye, it is not known - if you need to stare at a so-called gold master, it may take so long, or even far more than that, then Dazhe feels that the work of the Soulmaster is absolutely A chore.
But then again, this person called Zhu Maolin is really like a workaholic in his mind.
Such a person is probably the favorite general of the company boss? It’s just that the boss of the company likes it, but it doesn’t mean that the people below will like it.
"No. 18, is this guest difficult to deal with?" After all, Dazhe couldn't help but ask.
On the 18th, I just slowly turned around and looked at Dazhe. I changed and continued to look at Zhu Maolin, who was meeting overnight. Dazhe asked for a boring, so he had to look around.
In the view of Da Zhe, the 18th is completely mysterious. But for the 18th, she is only confused about some things - the intention of this potential gold master approved by the new owner.
In fact, turning the time back to the road before she went back to the club, the man in front of him was just on the 18th, just passing by, feeling that the soul of this person is not bad, he also made a good one. White card.
Zhu Maolin naturally cannot compare with the other gold owners she is looking for - although the information cards of several other gold masters are not necessarily serious, but it is certain that the effort is more than the current one. There is a lot more to do casually.
The new master actually approved this and other gold masters who are more ordinary than others... Is it a warning to my work attitude?
On the other hand, she has now observed that Zhu Maolin has some time, but instead has a feeling of being unable to start. It's not because of the lack of ability, to deal with ordinary people, she has a long-term experience of the black soul messenger has too many methods - but the problem is that there are too many methods, but do not know what method is better.
She also said to Dazhe that the Black Soul messenger has his own preferences - obviously, Zhu Maolin is not the type she prefers.
Or is it... because this time it is necessary to guide the relationship between the new Black Soul Messenger, so the new owner will choose Zhege to look more common and easy to start, just as a tutorial?
Even, this actually reveals a deeper meaning... The new owner does not want Dazhe to be influenced by my style?
Complicating a doubt is the most irrational thing - Black Soul 18 knows this. However, this is not a person after all, it is to be the one who dominates her.
The new owner may just pick it up and have no more meaning...but what if there is one?
The Dark Soul messenger is born with awe that the master can't control himself - they fear the man who owns the throne of the store... More aptly, this throne.
On the 18th, I felt that I was caught in a strange circle of thinking. Reason told her that this might be just a very simple business, but it was intuitive and reminding her that it was not so simple.
She suddenly felt that her shoulders were photographed, and the body suddenly retreated after being atomized, and gathered back again one meter away.
I saw that Dazhe’s arm was still in the air, quite a bit overwhelmed.
"What are you doing?" No. 18 asked coldly.
Dazhe shook his head and said: "I want to ask you, do you want to drink something?"
He still had two bottles of green tea in his hand and explained: "When you saw that you were too serious, you walked away and bought it."
"Black soul does not need to eat." No. 18 said indifferently.
Dazhe shrugged. "But there is also a taste and so on? Don't eat... isn't it very pitiful? Well... whatever you want, I put it here, you have to drink it and take it yourself."
"boring." On the 18th, he opened his sleeve and continued to observe Zhu Maolin. "And, don't touch me casually, this time. Even next time, Zhanlu can't keep you!"
The same tone as the malicious warning, the key pendant on the neck of Dazhe snorted at this moment, as if it was quite dissatisfied with this provocation.
(Zhan Lu: Come on! Come hurt each other!)
So how long do you have to stare at people... Dazhe leaned against the wall, yawned, and then aimed at Zhu Maolin, who was waving his pen on the projection screen, saw the ring on his ring finger and said: This guy, if you don’t go home, don’t call your wife...

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"So be it."
Near two in the morning, Zhu Maolin looked at all the employees in his group and said: "The candidate for the retake is finalized. Tboy, you will contact me tomorrow morning. It is best to let her go to the studio in the afternoon. I am going to prepare... everyone is working hard, get off work."
The city in the middle of the night is very quiet. Some people are dragging away from the tired figure. The others are going back to their seats. The stools are opened and the clothes are covered, so they are not willing to move.
Zhu Maolin looked at the time and drove away.
He kind of forgot to know when to start, and began to like such a quiet night, don't worry about the traffic jam on the road, there is no glare. The city is in front of his eyes, as if he is still sleeping.
But he is still thinking about the script to make up the small film tomorrow. At this time, there is only a vague prototype in his heart. He has not been able to grasp the specific details.
Soon after, he parked his car in front of a convenience store in front of the park. I asked the staff to buy the nightingale earlier. He didn't eat it. When he felt hungry, he solved it directly in the convenience store.
Finally he bought a pack of cigarettes, and then returned a car with a bottle of coffee.
Smoke is smoking, and the car audio is played by Scarborough-Fair.
He slowly closed his eyes and his thoughts began to empty, as if he had been banished to the Bayinbulak grassland, where he was born.
Ding--!
The reminder tone of the mobile phone text message took Zhu Maolin’s thoughts from the vast grassland back to the mobile phone in the car in front of the park. He took a look.
Wife: Still working overtime?
Zhu Maolin: Still not sleeping?
Wife: Thirsty to drink water, see you did not return.
Zhu Maolin: Yes. There is a make up shot tomorrow, still in the company, you should rest first.
Wife: Yes.
Zhu Maolin: Good night.
Goodnight, wife.
Zhu Maolin sighed, and the taste of coffee slightly brought him a little spirit. He opened the laptop, rested on his legs, opened the document, and began to write the script in his heart.
- Are you going to the Scarborough Fair?
- coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme...
This is the only voice that accompanied him.
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good night.
- Ask her to find an acre of land for me.
- coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme
- just between the sea and the coast
This is also the only sound that accompanied her to sleep... in this double bed.
(End of this chapter)