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"But, this is the time when Mr. Lu was just washing the car, the staff found it in the back seat of your car."
This recorder is not Joan Xia's, that is, Joan is good... Lu Yannian's eyebrows stunned, his footsteps came down, then he reached out and took the recorder away from the assistant's hand, then took a step and walked toward the elevator.
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Back to the ring media, Lu Yannian piled up several urgent documents on his desk, and when he finished, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon.
Lu Yannian raised his hand and licked his tired eyebrows. He leaned back in the office chair, sat quietly for about five minutes, sat up straight, opened the computer, and then saw himself being placed at his desk. That recording pen.
Lu Yannian hesitated, did not lose the password of the computer, but picked up the recorder.
This recorder seems to have been bought for some time, and some places have worn out.
Lu Yannian pinched the recording pen and turned around in front of him. He didn’t see whether it was Joan’s good or Jo’an’s. People always felt curious. Lu Lunian knew that things were falling on the car and they had to return. The original master, but still can not help but press the play button of the recorder.
The sound of rustling sand was clearly transmitted from the recorder. After about ten seconds, Lu Yannian heard a familiar tone from inside and shouted a name he was familiar with: "Jojo, you have to follow what did I say?"
It is the voice of Xu Jiamu, the sound is very magnetic, pleasant and comfortable.
There was no good voice from Joan in the recorder. It was still the sound of “Shashasha”. After a little longer, the tone that Xu Jiamu urged: “Joe, what do you want to say quickly, why should you turn off? Going to the door?"
"Hey, Jojo, when did you know to take the initiative to pour me water?"
"Jia Mu Ge, you are serious, I really have something to tell you." The voice of Joan finally came from the recorder, soft, with a bit of tenderness.
"Good, good, good, I am serious." With Xu Jiamu's somewhat conniving tone, the boy also coughed two times: "Well, I am really serious now, come on, Joe Joe, I am listening." ""
The recording pen was quiet for a long time, and then there was Joan’s soft and soft voice sounding: “All said that the existence of everyone in the world is for the appearance of another person, I think, my appearance is For your existence."
Lu Yannian's expression suddenly became a little stagnant, staring at the voice of the recorder, slightly empty.
There was no answer from Xu Jiamu in the recorder, but Joan’s good voice, one sentence at a time, was constantly coming out.
"I don't have much dreams, just hope that I can be with you."
"I don't have such a good literary talent. I just want to say, I think after 50 years, I can still love you like I do now."
"I think, in this life, there will be no more people, like you, let me love."
"You don't know, since the day I met you, everything I did was to get close to you.""I have had many dreams. I have you in every dream. I have had many fantasies. Every time I fantasize about being with you, I have made a lot of wishes. Every wish is to hope that you love me."
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