It is to Know You

Muzi understanding because the damn umbrella.

The rainy weather has been going on for half a month, is it always carries out the old pink paper umbrella, rainy weather with this umbrella to some untimely she still insisted to bring it. She said that this was her grandmother left her.

As long as love is the happiness of a warm afternoon. The weather was sunny, warm wind filled the air after the rain, quietly aggression with clean air makes a refreshing, Murphy across the transparent glass in a coffee bar in a deep breath. Perhaps the relationship between weather, recent headache more powerful.

Sitting in the corner, a young boy. Blonde messy hair, black good quality cotton T-shirt, mast white trousers, looks a bit exaggerated the bulk of shoes, covered with a tinkle clang clang of silverware, the wide shoulders, a big bag slung . Constantly looking at the hands of coffee Murphy suspect is not his cup cockroaches.

The tone of the phone rang again, 1:15, and time to do things. For Murphy a lazy Taiqiyanpi, turned out.

Bus site are always so many people, Murphy tired of looking around these strange and familiar, daily hustle and bustle of the noisy life kept on the run, but to the fields this step, adhering to what?

"Miss, your umbrella."

Thoughts were interrupted, eyes fixed in the body of a man of brilliant golden hair smile.

"Thank you," 107 Road bus flying general over Murphy squeeze in a group of people got on, red waved, "88."

Murphy has been very punctual, in addition to love. At that moment, the love story started slow motion occurs.

Back to the company, opened her notebook, the files orderly Shop desktop. Murphy's thoughts are in chaos. Head, pains and up.

The thoughts stop cell in her big smile, Murphy heartfelt laugh, perhaps no longer so childish, I believe that ridiculous love at first sight.

The hour hand points to 2 o'clock, OK. Is to see the customer's time, Murphy went to the reception room.

Murphy is in charge of the advertising department, but any continuity OFFICELADY who has not found her, in addition to smart. Today she wore a T-shirt, denim work, this boss has to remind her of times, can the Morphy think young people capacity, has nothing to do with the dress.

Reception room on the fourth floor quiet scary, Murphy looked far, a golden head, deja vu, she walked straight past, Rao to appear before him.

"Hey, what a coincidence! They met! Little confused!" Muzi happy ridicule.