Foreword Summary: Grande is under renovation; Lola ’s [Parker Elementary School] charity project is launched; Emilia ’s shelter support project successfully finds Quinn; Zach is a bit lonely; Dylan is gone. Eight? One ▼ Chinese? Chinese? Website www.81zw.com?

In addition, Grand's daily entertainment: Cook Kitchen added a sister to host, Arthur Music Box announced the second tour of the magic feast Toledo. Monday is the date of the magazine "Urban Legend-Barton Weekly".

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It is two o'clock in the morning and the location is on the west side of Back Bay. Remember Mrs. White's residence? Oh, not there, just close there. After crossing the quiet Back Bay villa area, it is isolated through thick woods, where there are many factories of local Button companies.

This is the place where the Paisin River flows through the woods sandwiched between Barton West and North. It is a convenient place. Many companies that use wood as raw materials or need a natural discharge river are set up here, such as the White cabinet business, as well as the printing industry.

Barton used to be nothing but the wilderness east of Newton. In order to cultivate the city of the Western District, the woods have become the current city, but of course, these trees will not disappear meaninglessly. After the city is built, they continue to play a role.

Under the processing and manufacturing of these local enterprise factories, it becomes a container, a table and chairs, and a gossip magazine that distracts the toilet time.

At this time, a factory seems to be still working, the roar of machinery emerges from the factory building, and the faint light is quickly covered up after it penetrates into the night. Eight ◆ One Chinese website www.8１zw.cco ▼

It is three o'clock in the morning, so it is obviously not a factory like Mrs. White who needs to work at this time, but a printing factory that needs to rush out before dawn to get the product out.

At the end of the empty, dark walkway, there is no office, only a square table, reflected in the dim table lamp, revealing that the two people are in a fierce 'dialogue'.

The exact expression should be a plea for the absolute disadvantage of one party.

"Please!" The young and beautiful woman seems to be in her twenties. "Can you give us another half an hour ?! Our new sample book is on the way! It's just a new article! No need to redo it!"

Snapped! The generous man's palm was heavily patted on the desktop.

The echo was limited by the aisle and wobbled back and forth, increasing the man's momentum. The young woman shivered in her face of pleading and bitterness.

"Give you time ?!" The man waved his hand largely. Express your anger, "Whose time do I give you !!!" He sneered, "Which time do you want?"

Said that he could not fully express the man's meaning, he explained it with action.

Wow!

"Do you want time for" Barton Daily "?"

The man picked up a copy of the table. August 1? ■ Chinese? Www.81zw.com? Is a sample of the Barton Daily with today's date. The man threw the sample directly onto the young woman's face. The woman who is wronged will report her own face with the smell of fresh ink. Her expression of grievance and begging has not changed.

The man continued, "Do you want the time for" Liszt's Shopping Guide? "! He seemed to care nothing about the weak and beautiful young woman in front of him, as if he did not have any compassion to send a sample book of a magazine It hit the vulnerable woman.

Unlike the sample of the newspaper, the heavy copperplate book back hit the woman's chest. She clutched her chest and bowed slightly, and began to sob.

Please don't sympathize with her and let the man tell everyone why.

"What do you think you are?" The man stopped giving an example and grabbed a magazine sample book on the table. Turning indiscriminately, "'Barton's under the cover of flames ...'" This man is quoting the title of an article in this sample book, "'之 ， 鬼鬼'!" Waiting, there is a subtitle, "' Swallow the light of Barton-Herman's Scarlet Devil! '"

That's right, the magical style of this title, this sample book is the source of Grand's happy hour on Monday-"Urban Legends-Barton Weekly."

But what happened right now seemed to be that the new issue of the magazine had some problems and it was a taboo in the publishing industry. The sample book should be revised before publication. This woman with the ‘Edit Lari’ badge on her chest is working with the printer here, uh, supervisor. communication.

communication? Not like.

The man threw off some inexplicable thing in his hand, and looked at Lily's grievance, even more annoyed.

A beautiful woman will get what she wants by posing wronged? The reality is not so beautiful.

"What kind of bad magazines are you doing! It's all such bad articles, do you want someone to read them in exchange! Do you have any sense of self-knowledge! You want me to delay this for you!" Waving, the fact that various serious newspapers and magazine sample books have explained his point of view.

"Go!" The man seemed tired, and the volume began to decrease after the explosion. "I only print the original version! One hundred copies of the bad stuff are still here for me! Do you love it!"

Lily still bowed her body, and the sobbing sound began to reverberate in the aisle after the man's roar stopped.

"You are finished!" The volume is back, but unlike the previous anger, it is more impatient at this time, "Hurry up! I will not print it when your new magazine is sent! Don't waste my time here." ! "

Riley didn't move.

Looking at the man's expression, his anger is accumulating again.

Lily, holding her shoulders and trembling slightly, was still sobbing. This soft sound echoes, lingers, overlaps, and blends in the empty walk ...

"If you never disappear from my eyes again!"

The man patted the table heavily again, this is a new round of breaking notice.

However, this clap table, which should have been added to the empty aisle as before, did not produce any deterrent noise it should have.

It was overwhelmed by the sobbing sobs that echoed through the corridor.

"Bang ..."

The blurred pink halo began to dissipate from Lily's body.

Lily slightly bowed her head and raised her pink eyes, looking at the man whose anger had reached the top again.

"I said I beg you?" Softly, with an echo that I don't know is the aisle or such a wonderful resonance.

"Don't it work?"

The reddish cheeks, the forehead scattered, the lightly trembling lashes in the mist, the lightly vomited sentences in the lightly curled lips, eroding the bone and invading the marrow.

The man's body stiffened in an instant, and a fascinating pink halo enveloped him.

"Okay, okay. But, okay, I'll wait, half an hour ..."

The world is still beautiful after all. The beautiful woman poses wronged, sobbing a few times, she can get what she wants. (To be continued.)