To You, My Beloved

Feng Yiyi came to the printing room at half past two.

Twenty printers were all printing the content of the novel that Gu Qingcheng randomly copied from the Internet.

The smell of ink in the printing market was a bit strong. Feng Yiyi raised her hand in disgust, pinched her nose, and walked around the printer. Seeing that all the printers were occupied, Feng Yiyi quickly walked out of the printer. room.

At two thirty-five, Feng Yiyi came in again.

All the printers were still not idle, and Feng Yiyi left again.

At two forty and two forty-five, Feng Yiyi came once respectively. The printer was never idle. There was a slightly unhappy expression on her face.

At two fifty, when Feng Yiyi came in again, the machine finally stopped.

Feng Yiyi found the nearest one, and when she was about to press run, she found that there was no paper.

Feng Yiyi angrily switched to another one and found that there was no more ink.

Feng Yiyi ducked and continued to change to another machine, finally able to print.

There are about fifty pieces of information in total, including two contracts, and three copies need to be printed, which is about 150 pieces.

When Feng Yiyi was halfway through printing, the printer suddenly stopped printing. The reason was the same as the first printer: there was no paper.

Feng Yiyi glanced at the time. There were still eight minutes left before the meeting. Feng Yiyi took a stack of paper from the printer next door, put it in this printer, and continued printing.

After about two minutes, the fight was finally over.

Feng Yiyi breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up the printed information, and hurriedly ran out of the printing room and towards the secretary's office.

When Feng Yiyi was passing by the stairs, someone suddenly reached out and grabbed her hard. Before she could react, she was taken directly into the stairs.

As soon as Feng Yiyi regained her composure, Gu Qingcheng slammed the door to the stairs and locked it.

Feng Yiyi stared at Gu Qingcheng and asked in a somewhat anxious tone: "Gu Qingcheng, what do you want to do? Mr. Tang is waiting for my information for the meeting!"

Compared with Feng Yiyi's impatience, Gu Qingcheng seemed a little calm. She took her time to appreciate Feng Yiyi's irritation and said calmly: "Feng Yiyi, are you sometimes nervous?"

Feng Yiyi didn't want to pay attention to Gu Qingcheng at all. She turned around and walked towards the door of the stairs.

Gu Qingcheng reached out, grabbed Feng Yiyi, and pushed her to the wall.

Feng Yiyi glanced at the time on her wrist. There were still four minutes left before the meeting. Feng Yiyi stared at Gu Qingcheng murderously and said, "I tell you, Gu Qingcheng, if you delay the information that Mr. Tang will use for the next meeting, , you will definitely be walking around without food!"