Work makes me slim.
Work makes me earn money.
Work makes me immortal.
Comrade, wake up and hand in the electronic version.
Please read Joan! Read aloud after me three times. 」
There is only one thing in my heart, and that is work.
I'm speechless.
Tomorrow is Monday, which is the day we miss most. Does everyone set an alarm clock to get up early?
I think my dress is too big, but I won't regret it;
It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
My job abused me a thousand times,
I treat my work like my first love.
When it comes to work, many people love and hate each other. Love because they love their jobs, hate because they don't have much money, but they are always the most tired one. But why do they have to work?
It's all about living!