C22 What's Going on with My Allergies

The holidays were coming to an end and it was time for Qiao Lu De to go to work. Looking back on what had happened in the past few days, it was enough to describe the vicissitudes of life.

The new rented office was on the 22nd floor. Qiao Lu De got out of the elevator and walked straight to the left and quickly found his own company. At this time, a few colleagues had already arrived and were talking about the renovation style of the office.

As soon as Qiao Lu De pushed open the door and stepped in, he was immediately overwhelmed by the pungent smell of renovation. A colleague was behind him, and when he saw the situation, he asked curiously, "Why aren't you going in? Shock?"

"No, the smell inside is too strong, it hurts my eyes," Qiao Lu said with a frown.

The colleague walked past her and entered first. After that, he turned around and said to her, "Not bad, the taste isn't very good."

Qiao Lu De ignored her and raised his wrist to check the time. There was still time. He hurriedly took the elevator down and found a pharmacy nearby. He bought a face mask and put it on before entering the office.

When Manager Huang saw that most of Qiao Lu De's face was covered, he teased her, "Xiao Qiao really cares about her health." He then pointed to the green plants in the corner and said, "I also know that after the renovation, the formaldehyde will not dissipate, so I specially went to the flower, bird, and fish market to bring back these big plants for you. With them, you don't need to wear a mask."

Qiao Lu De sat in his seat and looked around. She lowered her head and sniffed the table again. The pungent smell made her grin. When she thought about how she would have to work in an office with formaldehyde in the future, she suddenly felt like she was going to die.

After changing the environment, everyone seemed to be very energetic when they worked. Qiao Lu De was responsible for contacting clients in the company and uploading the news. It was not as difficult as the designers and the documents, but it was more worrying than them.

As soon as she put down the phone, she suddenly felt an itch on her arm. She did not mind it and scratched her arm twice. Then, she took the folder and went to look for her colleague on the other side.

Her colleague, Xiao Le, was in charge of an ad for a beauty parlor. The customer called her and said that he was not very satisfied with it, so she asked him to do it again. Qiao Lu De placed the folder in front of her and told her: "Xiao Le, do it again. All the clients have been overthrown."

As he said this, his arm became more and more itchy and it was already red from scratching.

Xiao Le's face was bitter as he stared at the folder and said unhappily: "Why are there so many things going on in this family? Sister Xiao Qiao, as you know, I've already made three more copies, but it's still not enough to satisfy them."

"Then we'll work hard to satisfy them until they are satisfied!" Qiao Lu De pointed with his hand and said, "Customers are above all else!"

Aiya, why is it getting itchier and itchier? After Qiao Lu De finished scratching his arm, he felt that his neck was also itching.

Xiao Le raised her head and looked at her with concern, asking, "Sister Xiao Qiao, what's wrong? Why is your face red? It looks a little swollen."

"Ah? Really? It can't be?" Qiao Lu De raised his hand to touch his face and felt a stinging sensation on his tentacles.

"Sister, is there a problem with the makeup you are using?"

Qiao Lu De felt that his throat was tight, and his heart started to beat faster. She stroked her chest and said, "No, I've always been using that brand. There's nothing wrong with it."

His breathing became faster and faster as if he was suffocating.

Xiao Le could tell that something was amiss, so she quickly handed the water to her and asked worriedly, "Sis, are you alright? Why do I feel like you have an allergic reaction? "

Xiao Le's question attracted Qiao Lu De's attention. He carefully observed himself, felt his skin itch, and his breathing became rapid. Wasn't this really just a symptom of an allergy? As she scratched her itch, she thought that she was not allergic to it. Why was she allergic?