She is Not What They Think Chapter 67

"Write." Ryan Lu put the crimson color in his ears into his eyes, straightened up, leaned on the edge of the table with a cup of coffee, and bent his long legs casually: "Just write here."

Dylan put his hands on the keyboard and raised his eyes to look at him.

Ryan Lu wanted to laugh at the look of the puppy asking for help. He restrained the curvature of his lips, lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, then straightened up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window: "I won't read it, you can write it yourself."

"Ryan Lu..." Dylan shouted softly.

"Special Assistant Song, it's working time now, so it's not a good idea to call me by my name." Ryan Lu stood in front of the window with his back to his desk, the corners of his lips raised, and he looked down and admired the high-rise buildings outside the window happily, as if he were a scientific doctor. The fact that his career was about to be shorted did not have a big impact on him.