Maxim Qian was panting like an ox, his heartbeat was racing eight hundred miles, and he felt like he was about to burst his chest. He unconsciously covered his heart and pressed back. He fell sideways in unspeakable pain, and fell directly from the treadmill to the floor. Go up and shout for help.
Flynn Chen wanted to save him, so he put his head in and raised his head. He found that the minute hand on the clock hanging on the west side had moved less than a quarter, and he backed out in despair.
The baby was feeling bitter, lying on the ground and complaining: "Why do foreigners have so many tricks? I don't do physical work, so why should I take a physical fitness test?"
Flynn Chen touched two pieces of chocolate and returned to the computer. His eyes were dizzy as soon as he looked at the drawings. He was helping Lei Suo adjust the floor plan. The changes were more tiring than drawing them all over again: "I think it's a good thing. A lazy duck like you will have to wait for a long time." I should have joined this kind of company eight hundred years ago."
As soon as Qian Xin said he farted, she remembered that he seemed to have a parapet project back then, and became very interested: "Did you take a physical test during the interview? What were the tests? Tell me."
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