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By this time, Ye Yuni had already arrived at the office. The aroma of coffee was stinging her eyes as she flipped through the documents in her hands. The assistant was reporting today's itinerary like an answering machine. It was a handsome answering machine.

The city of 2012 is shrouded in a black mass of air, like a black octopus crawling on the ground, its countless tentacles touching every edge of the city.

The constant squirming in the Dragon City was an immutable and flowing truth.

There were rumours of the end of the world everywhere in 2012.

However, in a city like Dragon City, there were not many real social elites left with cartons in their arms. They carried a great sense of compassion and sorrow, and their private planes did not hover over over the city.

The sky, washed white by the clouds, was still clear.

On the street, even if the real world were to come to an end, there would be no picture of Titanic: old men dying slowly with their hands clasped together in the graceful sound of a violin in a huge, crumbling warship.

Of course, you wouldn't see a business man walking out of an office building with a cardboard box in his arms, leaving behind tears in his eyes. Life was not often filled with hypocritical scenes, life was full of deadly duels and dark fights, and before he even had time to shed tears, his eyes had already gone black.

The storm of the apocalypse had not really appeared in the Dragon City, but had only been used as a topic for conversation after meals.

For example, Ann Qianxi, Ye Yuni, as well as Zhu Zhu and Jia Wanrou, were currently sitting in the large living room, enjoying the comfort and glory of the city's top-tier apartment building.

At this moment, Ann Qianxi was sitting on the sofa with one hand holding the half-finished wine cup and the other supporting the sofa. Her face was like a drunk peony — Jia Wanrou was very fond of such a rural rock-and-roll analogy, and every time she heard it, Ann Qianxi would want to hit her.

Next to Ann Qianxi was Ye Yuni, who was also lazily leaning against the sofa, holding a cup of coffee she had bought from a store in Brazil. She patted Ann Qianxi's thin little shoulder, raised her chin and said to Zhu Zhu, "Zhu Zhu, are you sure this is Brazilian coffee? Why do you think it's harder to drink than a cabbage? Also, what's the feeling between her teeth? Heavy metal in the countryside?"

Ye Yuni had the look of someone throwing a shoe on her face, or at the very second her tongue touched the coffee, she felt as if she had kissed the tongue of a dead body for a hundred seconds.

"No, no, I'm going to tell Alan to dump this stuff. I should have saved the money for it and bought us a decent dress."

In fact, five hours ago, Ye Yuni was happily pulling Zhu Zhu and Jia Wanrou along, leading them to some place where they could filter the crowd at a price, just to buy her beloved Brazilian coffee.

And now, she felt that after a bad taste, she would have to spend the money that an ordinary person could only earn by earning a few months' wages. Jia Wanrou obviously didn't agree, so the two of them immediately engaged in a war of words in the room.

Because of her brilliant sarcasm and her series of sentences, Jia Wanrou had expressed that she didn't understand. This didn't mean that Jia Wanrou could quickly level up, it only meant that Ye Yuni couldn't find an opponent for her.

Ann Qianxi looked at Ye Yuni on the sofa. She was a good friend and former colleague that she met after work. She liked to be with her and felt a sense of security. Most of all, she was scared of Ye Yuni.

Ye Yuni was like an eternal solar engine with endless energy. She was like a superwoman, and more like Ann Qianxi's most sincere friend who stood behind her when she was sad.

Ye Yuni, of course, was just as good as anyone else, having just taken over her own company and won her doctorate in a foreign country. She stood on the podium and beat all the foreign faces with her department's first place achievement, and when she stood on the podium with a microphone and a fluent speech in English and a generous scholarship to ordinary American college students, she said, "So many, it's enough for our family's Alan to buy a whole set of decent clothes.

The American headmaster thought "Alan" was Ye Yuni's brother or sister, and just as he was about to use that fake smile and fake politeness to express sympathy from the United States of America to the poor Chinese students of both quality and education, our Ye Yuni had already opened her Prada bag and stuffed the stack of thin dollars into it for her.

At this moment, the expression on the principal's face changed. He began to praise this student who spoke harshly and spread the venom like a black swan, beautiful and noble.

The girl wearing cherry blossoms, the one who really had cherry petals, was Zhu Zhu. Zhu Zhu's hair was long and soft, and her waist was slim. No matter how one looked at it, she looked like a flower from a high mountain, unreachable.

In fact, Zhu Zhu had been a recognized beauty in Ann Qianxi's university when she was still in college. Whether she'd just woken up or just come out of the swimming pool, or just after she'd run 800 meters and sweated on the campus, her face would always keep a man's heart beating or her breathing still.

At least, before they met Chiang Lee, they had shared novels together, whispered to each other, went shopping together, bought the same kind of clothes, put on makeup for each other, and fought against Ye Yuni's bullying by dragging Jia Wanrou. They had the same hatred against the same enemy.

However, there was always a very subtle relationship between them. It was like an invisible auxiliary line that sometimes stretched them out, and sometimes tightly tied them together.

Zhu Zhu's family situation, or to put it in a larger way, was not even as good as Ye Yuni's. Even Ann Qianxi, who was well-off, couldn't keep up with her family, her parents, as well as a man who was very distant from her. He hurt her feelings and made her lose a child.