To get acquainted with her, you have to start typing the department.
At that time, the company also had computers in both offices. If you want to type, you have to turn to them. I remember the first time I asked someone to type, it was not long after I joined the department. One day, because I had an important report material to work on, the department head handed over the job to me. After asking about the situation, I went to the administrative office. I just remember that the administrative office is in a large office, and if you want to enter, you must get permission from the head of the office. After finding the director of the office, the director of the office did not let me go directly into the room to find a typist, but a ** called out a typist inside. I only heard the director say to the typist, Little X, you take the time to type this material for them, and see how long it will take for them to pick it up. At the moment when the director spoke, I looked at her very carefully, and saw that she was very fair-skinned and beautiful, with a pair of talking eyes that were quite likable, moderately tall, dignified and beautiful, and she was the type that people liked at first glance. After the director finished speaking, I only heard her say to me with a pair of beautiful eyes, you can come and pick it up at x o'clock in the afternoon. I said yes, and reluctantly left their office.
Almost the whole morning when I returned to my office, I revisited her voice and smile, imagining her beautiful posture when she turned around.
As soon as I got to work in the afternoon, I began to look forward to the time when I could pick up the manuscript, and it was not until that moment finally came that I walked into their office with trepidation, and before I could knock on the door, I saw her just come out of the room, and politely said, Oh, here you are, the manuscript is ready, you come inside and take the manuscript. As I spoke, I followed her inside, and as soon as I walked into their small room, I was infected by a fresh fragrance, it turned out that there were three people in the same typing room with her, all young and beautiful female colleagues. It's just that, in my eyes, she is the youngest, the most beautiful, the most beautiful.
From then on, I knew that in the building where I worked, there was such a young and beautiful typist as her.
From then on, my heart was like an accurate scanner, almost always scanning her, looking at her laughter, her speech and demeanor, and her toned and slender appearance when she walked. To be honest, the more this happens, the harder it is for her to appear in my dreams.